"1...2...3...4..." my mum said sarcastically, counting us as we all entered the car.
The drive to our grandparent's was short as always. We were greeted at the door by warm hugs and the familiar smell of their house. We all looked down when Teddy piped up.
"Grandma, why is there a big lorry?" What lorry?, I thought. She bent to his level and said sweetly,
"Some new people are moving in next door. That lorry has all their furniture in." She completed her answer with a warm smile. I'd obviously not paid enough attention to the outside world, looking forward to seeing my mum's parents.
Retreating from the new topic of what the weather was forecast for the week, me and Lily headed to the living room. From her bottomless pit of a bag, she pulled out her iPod and headphones. Her melodic voice carried through the house, floating gracefully, soaring freely. I imagined if her voice could be felt, it would feel like velvet; seamless, soft and pure. Lily didn't need any background music, her angelic voice seemed to create music for itself. I was transfixed and she was oblivious to the fact that if she told me jump of a cliff, I would obey. She sang through a whole two albums before humming instead, and I awakened from my clueless state.
"Bella, I completely forgot," began Grandma, poking her head around the door, "I was going to get your grandad to take over these cakes to our new neighbours. Would you mind?"
"No, not at all."
"Make sure you explain, and introduce yourself and us."
"Sure, don't worry," I gave her a reassuring squeeze on the arm as I brushed past.
I turned right when I exited the garden. How could I have missed such an enormous van?
Stood there, picking up 3 boxes all at once was the most gorgeous, handsome, and hot guy I had ever seen in my entire existence. His back was towards me but god, was it a good back. I realised he was topless. His skinny jeans hung low on his hips and I could see the muscles in his back contracting and working to lift the boxes. His arms were manly and looked strong enough to lift a horse. The guy whose name I had yet to learn, turned and handed the boxes to a man I assumed was his father.
And I succumbed to the most overwhelming feeling of want I had ever experienced.
He had a mop of thick, curly, brown hair which he ran his fingers through to pull back from his face. Although far away, I could tell he had twinkling, crystal, blue-green eyes. He looked like he had been sent from heaven. My insides turned to jelly and I wondered how I still remained standing and holding the tin of cakes as my eyes drifted downwards and I focused on his chest. Thank god for low jeans, I thought. His v-lines were deep and his 6-pack shimmered with sweat.
I mentally praised my past self for my choice of clothes, and the experiment of slightly heavier eye make-up.
His hand still in his hair, I could tell he was studying my appearance too as his eyes raked up and down my body hungrily. A smile played across his mouth, dimples showing, as he bit his full pink lips.
Who is this girl? She stood there, green eyes darting nervously all over me. She had luscious wavy hair that tumbled over her shoulders, some landing on her chest. Don't look there, I thought to myself. Her jeans were tight, revealing long legs and she had a very flat stomach. My emotions became outwardly clear when I bit my lip and I swear I saw her eyes widen.
"I'm Harry," he spoke with a husky voice, walking over to me.
"Arabella. My grandparents live next door, they asked me to bring this over to you since you're moving in," I tried to keep my voice level.
"You have a very pretty name." We stared into each others eyes for a brief moment, trying to read each others thoughts. Harry took the box from my hands and opened it up, "These look lovely, thank you."
"It's no problem. And you can call me Bella," I winked and slowly walked away, hoping he would watch me leave. Sure enough as I turned into the garden I caught a glimpse of him out the corner of my eye. He was running his hands through his hair again and biting his lip.