shrieked her approval, Amy allowed herself to be led to the dancefloor. It was around an hour later, having danced and drunk in a fever of Christmas cheer, that Amy finally managed to escape for a break. Georgie had her face firmly glued to that of a guy she’d met by the bar and she motioned to Lucy, standing reliably on the side-lines that she was off to the loo. She actually just wanted a moment of quiet.
Making her way through the crowd, Amy felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Freddie smiling at her sheepishly. He gave her a little wave and mouthed, 'Hi'.
She smiled back and mouthed 'Howdy'. In response he put his hands to his ears and feigned silent screaming before taking her hand and leading her to a quieter area where they found some seats.
Now able to hear one another, they collapsed onto an oversized sofa sighing with relief at both the chance to sit and at being able to hear once again.
'It’s crazy here tonight,' Amy said. 'Have you seen Georgie? I’m surprised she doesn’t need an oxygen tank, she’s practically been surgically attached to some guy.'
'I think I’ve just ended things with Fran.'
Freddie’s words pulled Amy up short. Mouth still open in preparation for uttering a now forgotten next sentence, she stared at him silently. He looked back at her unflinchingly, meeting her gaze.
'And I think I did it because of you.'
'Oh,' she gasped, still unable to tear her eyes from him. 'Wow.' This last utterance was made in a particularly high squeak. Their eyes were glued to one another’s as if unable to move.
'I don’t know how you feel about me, I think you might feel something too, but I couldn’t be with her anymore knowing that I felt something for you. Oh shit, I don’t want to stop talking now in case when I finish you tell me I’m a dick and that you have no idea what I’m talking about.'
Amy couldn’t help but laugh, both at his words and in relief at the humour breaking the intensity of the moment. 'You are a bit of a dick,' she said teasingly, smiling at him briefly as she did so before shifting her eyes to her feet. 'But,' she continued, 'that doesn’t make you wrong.' She felt his hand under her chin pulling her face upwards. His own face came closer, bringing with it the warmth of his breath, the firm touch of his lips. He was kissing her, slowly, luxuriously. She felt the heat of it reach every part of her body.
They pulled apart and Freddie smiled at her. 'I can’t believe that just happened.'
'I know,' she said, her smile wide across her face. She couldn’t believe it either. She had spent so much time trying to rid herself of her feelings for him. To ignore it all. Both when she was with Will and when she found out about Freddie and Fran. It seemed like it wasn’t meant to be. And now she was so desperately happy to be in his arms. It was like coming home. 'Why now?' She asked, her forehead meeting his. She had to know.
'It’s felt like the timing’s always been wrong, you know? You were with Will then I was with Fran. I couldn’t believe it when you told me you’d broken up. I kept telling myself I was happy with Fran, but-' He trailed off. It was his turn to look down at his feet. When he looked back up again, his eyes were so intense, so deep, Amy felt she could dive into them. 'She wasn’t you Aims.'
He didn’t need to say anything more than this. They kissed again.
***
They were still in a tight, tangled embrace what felt like hours later when they heard a loud male voice shout, 'Finally!'
It was Scott, quickly joined by Lucy and then Steven who shook his head in wonder saying, 'I thought it was never going to happen.' He then proceeded to sit down right next to Amy, crushing her between himself and Freddie, giving Amy a big kiss on the cheek. Amy giggled and crumpled her face in feigned disgust.
They spent the rest of the night on the sofas, chatting and drinking and laughing. Georgie even surfaced after some time
Making her way through the crowd, Amy felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Freddie smiling at her sheepishly. He gave her a little wave and mouthed, 'Hi'.
She smiled back and mouthed 'Howdy'. In response he put his hands to his ears and feigned silent screaming before taking her hand and leading her to a quieter area where they found some seats.
Now able to hear one another, they collapsed onto an oversized sofa sighing with relief at both the chance to sit and at being able to hear once again.
'It’s crazy here tonight,' Amy said. 'Have you seen Georgie? I’m surprised she doesn’t need an oxygen tank, she’s practically been surgically attached to some guy.'
'I think I’ve just ended things with Fran.'
Freddie’s words pulled Amy up short. Mouth still open in preparation for uttering a now forgotten next sentence, she stared at him silently. He looked back at her unflinchingly, meeting her gaze.
'And I think I did it because of you.'
'Oh,' she gasped, still unable to tear her eyes from him. 'Wow.' This last utterance was made in a particularly high squeak. Their eyes were glued to one another’s as if unable to move.
'I don’t know how you feel about me, I think you might feel something too, but I couldn’t be with her anymore knowing that I felt something for you. Oh shit, I don’t want to stop talking now in case when I finish you tell me I’m a dick and that you have no idea what I’m talking about.'
Amy couldn’t help but laugh, both at his words and in relief at the humour breaking the intensity of the moment. 'You are a bit of a dick,' she said teasingly, smiling at him briefly as she did so before shifting her eyes to her feet. 'But,' she continued, 'that doesn’t make you wrong.' She felt his hand under her chin pulling her face upwards. His own face came closer, bringing with it the warmth of his breath, the firm touch of his lips. He was kissing her, slowly, luxuriously. She felt the heat of it reach every part of her body.
They pulled apart and Freddie smiled at her. 'I can’t believe that just happened.'
'I know,' she said, her smile wide across her face. She couldn’t believe it either. She had spent so much time trying to rid herself of her feelings for him. To ignore it all. Both when she was with Will and when she found out about Freddie and Fran. It seemed like it wasn’t meant to be. And now she was so desperately happy to be in his arms. It was like coming home. 'Why now?' She asked, her forehead meeting his. She had to know.
'It’s felt like the timing’s always been wrong, you know? You were with Will then I was with Fran. I couldn’t believe it when you told me you’d broken up. I kept telling myself I was happy with Fran, but-' He trailed off. It was his turn to look down at his feet. When he looked back up again, his eyes were so intense, so deep, Amy felt she could dive into them. 'She wasn’t you Aims.'
He didn’t need to say anything more than this. They kissed again.
***
They were still in a tight, tangled embrace what felt like hours later when they heard a loud male voice shout, 'Finally!'
It was Scott, quickly joined by Lucy and then Steven who shook his head in wonder saying, 'I thought it was never going to happen.' He then proceeded to sit down right next to Amy, crushing her between himself and Freddie, giving Amy a big kiss on the cheek. Amy giggled and crumpled her face in feigned disgust.
They spent the rest of the night on the sofas, chatting and drinking and laughing. Georgie even surfaced after some time
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