Spellbounded

Chapter two

Before we knew it our food had arrived at the table, and as usual, we were all digging in, trying each others meals.
"Here try my carbonara Georgie, it's good isn't it Lando?" Pierre said, beginning to twirl his pasta round his fork. I quickly swallowed my pizza, waiting patiently for Pierre to hand me the fork. To my surprise though, Pierre didn't hand me the fork, instead he leant over and fed me the pasta off his fork, whilst laughing at my shocked expression. I then seen a flash from across the table, and once finished eating my carbonara, looked across to see the three others giggling.
"Oh my god you guys are set on ruining my life with embarrassing photos, I swear," I said laughing along with them.

We took lots more pictures in the restaurant, savouring every moment of being together. Finally finishing our dishes and drinks, and heading back to Charlotte and Charles hotel room.

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"Ughhh you two knock me sick, how have I put up with this for six years now," I said rolling me eyes, watching Charles and Charlotte cuddled up together.
"At least you've got someone to snuggle up with Gee, me and tripod here, we're all alone," Lando said, pulling a sad face.
"Speak for yourself norizz, I get laid enough, how do you think I got the nickname tripod," Pierre joked back, pushing Lando's shoulder.
"I didn't mean it like that idiot," Lando rolled his eyes back at Pierre.

When we got back to the hotel, we may have had a few more than the 'few' drinks Charlotte had planned. Me and her, more than the boys. Charlotte and Charles laid, cuddled up on their massive bed. Me laid with my head on Lando's lap, and feet in Pierre's.

"You know, when we were at uni, all I ever used to hear through our shared wall was them two getting at it. It used to knock me so bad that one night I actually had to go and sleep on our sofa," I said, chuckling at my own words.
The boys next to me started laughing, whilst Charlotte and Charles faces started to turn a bright shade of pink.
"The most shocking thing about that whole sentence is Charles sleeping in a university accommodation, nobodies ever told me that one before," Pierre said, still laughing.

"I love you guys," I blurted out, looking around, my heart feeling full to be around the people I love, for the first time in months.
"And we love you too, but I think it's time we got you to bed, the lovey dovey stage of drinking is starting to hit, which means you are on the verge of taking it too far," Pierre said, pulling me to my feet.
"Okay, fine. But please can we do a proper night out on Sunday?" I said standing up. Everybody nodded, bidding their good nights.
"Lan, you coming or staying?" I asked, putting my shoes back on.
"I'll stay till I've finished my drink, then I'm right behind you mi amigo," Lando said, nodding towards me and Pierre.

Pierre and I wandered down the hallway together, his arm thrown over my shoulder.
"Remember when you tripped over your own foot when we went bowling and went sliding down the lane," I said, starting to laugh.
"Oh we're going there are we, remember when you thought you'd found your bag, when you thought you were going to be sick because you drank too much at that gala. Only to realise it was Kelly's after you'd been sick in it?" Pierre said, whilst my face turned bright red.
"Remember when I knocked on your door and you opened it fully naked, expecting a different girl to be at the door?" I said shaking my head, also turning slightly red at the admission.
"Yeah and you loved every second of it Armstrong," Pierre winked. "Anyway remember when you got out of the shower, with the bathroom door open, and I seen you fully naked," Pierre retaliated, as we reached my room's door.
"Excuse me what, when!" I whisper yelled, feeling extremely confused and embarrassed. My face heated up and I felt myself become mortally embarrassed.
"When you came to visit me that time in Milan about a year ago, you and him were on a break," Pierre said, rolling his eyes at the end part.
"Oh my god, I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life, not even over the Kelly's bag situation," I said, covering my face, moving away from Pierre.

"Hey, stop that," Pierre said, pulling my hands away from my face. He began to move closer, looking into my eyes, giving me a slight smile that somehow made my face feel even redder than it already did.
"You looked beautiful, you always look beautiful. You look beautiful tonight, you will look beautiful tomorrow, and you will look beautiful in 50 years. Stop hiding your face, because you have nothing to be embarrassed about. You should never hide how stunning you are," Pierre said staring into my eyes, somehow edging even closer to me. My heart thundered against my chest and it felt like a volcano of butterflies had erupted in my stomach. Pierre's eyes fluttered down to my lips before reaching back to my eyes. His face inched closer and closer to mine and my breath hitched in my throat. My eyes fluttered shut.

Suddenly, my brain felt like it had been rewired and shocked me back into real life. I shuffled away from Pierre was quick as a flash.
"Erm yeah, well I'll see you tomorrow P, bye," I said, before rushing inside my hotel room and slamming the door shut.

I slid down the other side of the door, and rubbed my hand over my face. What had just happened.

Embarrassment.

Pure embarrassment. That's all it was, nothing more to it. It explains everything, the red face and butterflies, the severe lack of judgement and control in the moment, it was all embarrassment from what Pierre had said.

And Pierre, he'd just had one too many, and made a bad choice, right?