Told You I Could Seduce You

"Right, I won't be long. I can shower later. Please make yourself at home. And help yourself to anything in the fridge." I told Lux, as she entered my apartment. She strangely seemed more comfortable here than Pedro did the first time he visited. I liked it.

"This place is gorgeous!" She scanned the room, taking it all in. Her compliment made me warm inside.

"Thank you. I've barely been going out, so I had to try and make this place my own. Would you like a drink?"

"Coffee would be good. Or maybe a juice?"

"I have both. Which would you prefer?"

"Coffee, please." She smiled at me. Every time she smiled, it showcased how much she looked like her older brother. They had the same dark chocolate brown eyes.

"Iced or normal?"

"Is iced, OK?" Lux sheepishly looked at me through her lashes, something I'd seen her brother do many times when he got nervous around me.

"Of course." I set two glasses on the side and proceeded to get the ice. "Do you live in L.A?"

"No. Well, yes, I suppose. I move between being at home in Chile, and staying with friends in New York and L.A. I sometimes live at Pedro's when he's away with work."

"Which place do you prefer?"

"Chile will always be my home. I love New York, though. Have you been?" The simple gesture of Lux taking a seat on the sofa, knowing she was starting to feel comfortable, warmed my heart.

"No, never. I'd love to. You'll have to give me some recommendations."

"I will for sure."

"Would you like some syrup in it? I've got hazelnut, which is the best syrup in my opinion, or caramel?"

"I'll try caramel, please. This is so cute. Thank you so much."

"You are very welcome. I'll be right back. Please help yourself to anything." I took a sip of my coffee and headed towards my bedroom. I popped my phone on charge, and I grabbed a pair of blue jeans, a white top and my pink gazelles from my wardrobe. I quickly brushed my hair and tied my long locks onto a ponytail. I applied some tinted moisturiser and lip balm and quickly got changed. My phone buzzed on the wireless charging pad, where I'd tried to get some life back into my phone. Pedro.

Pedro: Lux just sent me a picture of the iced coffee you've made her. You angel. X

A text kiss from Pedro. I swooned.

Me: I'd like to think I'm a pretty decent host. Please send me pictures from the shoot x

Pedro: please send me pictures of you. Enjoy your girl's day.

I locked my phone and headed back out, conscious not to leave Lux too long by herself. When I entered the living area, I let out a small giggle, which made her jump.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be nosey." I walked over to her, where she was going through my vinyl's, just like her brother had been doing when he first came to my place.

"Please don't apologise. It's fine. I like people to feel comfortable. And I do have a pretty good taste in music. I laughed because when your brother first came here, he did exactly the same." Lux let out a heavy giggle, as she shook her head.

"Everyone says we're like twins. I think it's cos he sends too much time trying to father me."

"My brother does the same. It's sweet, but so annoying."

"Right!! P doesn't understand this! How long have you known my brother? He would love this vinyl collection. He's quite into his music, too. But hates karaoke!" She sipped on the coffee I made, and I was glad she liked it.

"Like 2 weeks. Not long. He was pretty impressed with it. I gave him my rare Purple Rain vinyl and-"

"You gave Pedro a Purple Rain vinyl?" Her mouth dropped open.

"Yeah, I thought he'd like it?" I started to panic. Had Pedro just accepted the vinyl out of politeness?

"Wow. You do realise that P loves Purple Rain, right? Like that's his song."

"Yeah, that's why I gave it to him." I could feel my cheeks heat as the conversation continued.

"I don't think you realise how much that would have meant to him." She gave me a toothy, genuine smile and I felt unbelievably relieved. "You know, Pedro is never like this. As an adult man, we've never seen him with anyone. He had girlfriends growing up, but since our mom passed away, he has been so focused on looking after us, he never looks after himself."

"He mentioned it to me, too. Well, that he knows he is overprotective with you, but he can't help himself. It makes me feel kinda special that he has let me in."

"You should. I remember P telling us he's never going to date, he's never going to settle down and that he'd die an old man looking after us. He doesn't understand that he can do both. And well, we can look after ourselves, we are all adults now. The fact he's let you in is good. But in such a small amount of time, it's really kinda surprising to me."

"He's a good man." Just the thought of him made me smile.

"The best." She smiled in admiration for her big brother, and my heart melted. This family would be the death of me. "We should probably get going, right?" Lux held out her arm for me to link, and we left my apartment.

I was walking towards the Walmart close to my apartment, having just walked Lux to a small café on the corner of Santa Monica boulevard, to meet her friends. We had bonded well, in my opinion, over getting our nails. There was a sense of accomplishment when she asked me my opinion on what nail design to get, and actually going with my suggestion. I decided to grab some groceries for tonight's dinner, whilst I was out and about. I went into my bag to get my phone.

Pedro: I got asked to act sombre for this shoot, so I thought about how you have a shrine for Harry Styles and not me...

Me: oh no, you do look pretty sad (and very hot). Although, I might replace my Harry shrine with these photos of you... 🤤

Pedro: the day you choose me over Harry Styles, I'll know I've made it. Are you OK?

Me: he's still got a little bit of a lead, I'm listening to Harry right now walking around Walmart, I think you'd like his music if you gave him a try. I'm trying to find something to cook for this old man I'm seeing tonight. I'm good. Hope you're enjoying photos taken of your beautiful face x

Pedro: you can put him on next time we're in the car. And he sounds like a very lucky old man who can't wait to see you or try your cooking. I gotta go back now. See you later. Send me a picture of you x

My heart swooned at the 'next time we're in the car' comment. The idea of Pedro and I doing things as a 'we' called to something in me. I locked my phone and mentally noted to send him a picture that would drive him wild when I got home.

A little over an hour later, I was back in my apartment. I'd put away my groceries, prepared a few things for dinner later and tidied up the apartment. It was only 3:45pm, but I hadn't heard from Pedro since his text earlier. I decided to take my mind off the excitement of seeing and cooking for him later by going for a run. I changed into some leggings and a sports bra. I grabbed my phone and angled a picture of my body. After a few attempts, I was happy with the shot and sent it to Pedro.

Me: too excited to see the old man later that I'm going for a run to burn off some energy... *photo attached*

A few minutes later, he replied.

Pedro: don't get using up all your energy, you'll need it for later. You are so fucking hot. 🔥

Using Pedro's words to spur me on, I put in my AirPods and set off to let off some steam.

10km later, I was a sweaty, overheated mess. Though I felt good with getting the run done. I was mid way through getting undressed to get into the shower when I decided to check my phone. I was, as happy, as ever to see his name.

Pedro: as a fan of my hair, what do you think of this shot?

Me: are you fucking serious!?Me: that might be my fave picture to ever exist 😍Me: Harry Styles who?

Pedro: Don't get my hopes up like thatPedro: I can be with you in the next hour. Can't wait!

Me: I'm not joking. You're a 10/10Me: I can't wait either

I stripped from the last of my clothes and posed for him,

Me: *photo attached* I hope you're hungry

Pedro: you don't even want to know the noise i just madePedro: hardPedro: for my eyes only?

Me: might post it to my Instagram story

Pedro: I know you're joking but I'm still annoyed at you for saying that....

Me: you get the real thing though

Pedro: I get the real thing AND only I see you like that.

Me: hurry up then. BRB going in the shower

Pedro: Old. Man. Heart. Can't. Take. This.Pedro: see you soon baby 😘

The food was cooking, I was showered, and my hair had been washed. I was dressed in some loungewear trousers and a vest, with a pair of thicker socks that warmed my always-cold feet. T-Rex's 'Electric Warrior' vinyl was playing from the living room, and Pedro was due here any second. I'd just finished stirring the sauce when the door knocked. I practically skipped to the door.

"Hey." I smiled as I opened the door, the butterflies danced as I took him in. Pedro took a step closer to me and kissed me hard. One hand grabbed my cheek and held me still, the other wrapped around the front of my neck.

"Hey." He breathed as he pulled away, a face splitting grin plastered on his face.

"What was that for?"

"Partly because I've been getting updates from Lux all day, about how great you are and how much she's enjoyed spending time with you. And partly for that photo you sent me before your shower." I tried my best to reply but no words came to mind. "Something smells fucking good."

"You look fucking good." I took him in. His hair was still moulded to perfection from the shoot. "I need to thank your hair stylist."

"That'll be Coco. I'll pass your comments to her."

"Feel like I should be annoyed that she gets to touch you and your hair. As a job. Like she gets paid to touch you."

"You have nothing to worry about with Coco. I'm not interested, she's happily married. Besides," He snaked his hands around my waist, "You can touch me, anywhere, whenever you want." He sweetly pecked my lips. "Food smells so good."

"I made chilli. It's my favourite meal."

"I love chilli, too. I have high expectations." He dumped his bag by the door and took off his shoes. Seeing him gradually become comfortable in my house made me feel happy. Elated, even. "Do you need a hand with anything?"

"Nope, it's almost done. Hope you're hungry." I went back to cooking.

"I'm starving. And not just for food." I turned to him just as he winked at me.

"24 hours ago, you didn't want to fuck me. Now you're begging for it."

"I've always wanted to fuck you, I just didn't want to rush it. But after last night, and today's pictures, I just wanna bury myself in you." I stopped mid stir, his words catching me off guard. Pedro must have been watching, because my actions caused him to belly laugh. "How's your day been? Tell me about it."

"Good, thank you. Lux is really lovely. We got our nails done, then I walked to her friends."

"She told me about that. I got the picture of the coffee you made her. She told me how you stopped off at the flower stand just off the Boulevard and brought the nail lady flowers. And how you paid for her nails, too?" He stared at me, hard, unreadable. It made me panic a little bit.

"It's nothing. I always get Lucia flowers, she's been nothing but lovely to me, every time I go. And I just wanted to do something nice for Lux. I want her to like me. Not that I'm buying her friendship. She's a lovely girl." Pedro took a couple of steps so he was in front of me.

"The whole flowers thing is sweet. You have such a big heart. But you want to see something? Wanna know what Lux already thinks of you?" Again, his face was unreadable and it made me nervous that she didn't like me as much as I liked her. "Read this." He handed me his phone, which I sheepishly took from his hands.

Lux: P, she just brought flowers for the nail lady. How sweet is she?

Pedro: yeah, she has a great heart

Lux: *photo attached* look how pretty my nails are!! Eleanor paid for them.Lux: I've actually really enjoyed spending time with Eleanor today. I can see why you've chose her. Honestly, P. It's nice to see you be this way with someone. And she's perfect for you. A great girl for a great man. I hope this continues. It's a 👍🏼 from me. Enjoy it! XLux: also, me and Eleanor are going for lunch together next week

A warmth of relief flooded my body, as I handed Pedro his phone back. I felt sheepish, coy. I couldn't look at him.

"Lux is naturally a shy and reserved person when you first meet her, but definitely not when you get to know her." He smiled at his own sweet words for his sister, which he clearly doted on. "Thank you. For just being the best. It means a lot that you've been so kind to my family."

"It's honestly not a problem. Now let me feed you."

"Hmmm." Rolled out of Pedro's mouth, as he forked my chilli into his mouth.

"Is it good?" I asked, full of hope. I placed a mouthful into mine and enjoyed the taste of my own cooking. 

"So good. So, so good. My god, Eleanor. Is there anything wrong with you? Do you have any flaws?!" His aggressive compliment made my cheeks blush.

"Plenty. But I'm glad you like my cooking. Tell me about your day." I asked, bringing my own fork to my mouth.

"I, er." He started, but then spooned another bite into his mouth, "The shoot. Sorry. I, er-"

"Enjoy your food, we'll talk once your done." The rest of dinner was relatively silent, minus the occasional groan or compliment from Pedro.

"That was so tasty. I can't wait to see what you cook next for me." He wiped down his mouth and threw his napkin on his plate. "Right, let me clean up."

"No, it's fine, I can pop them in the dishwasher."

"No, you cooked. I'll clean up." Pedro stood up and collected our plates. I watched how his shoulder muscles moved through his t-shirt, and thought about how he hugs, how he touches me using those same muscles. It was a delicious thought. And one that Pedro had caught me in. "You look deep in thought?" He asked, as he bypassed me to get to the sink.

"I was just admiring your muscles through your top, my love." I let my hand trace the muscles of his back through the fabric of his shirt, feeling him tense under my touch.

"Come here," He grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me back as I tried to walk past. I landed into his chest with a soft thud. "The way you just called me your love, ugh. I felt that. Here. It hurt." He placed our hands on top of his thudding heartbeat. "I hope you realise how much I like you."

"I do. And I hope you realise how much I like you, too. My love."

"Come here." He whispered as he came in closer to me, placing a small but delicate kiss on my lips. "You make me happy." Those words. From his mouth, to my heart.

"You make me happy, too."

"Good. I hope I always do. I hope you're around for the long run."

"Why are you being so soppy for, Pedro?"

"I just appreciate what I have with you. During the photoshoot today, I got asked questions, which is pretty normal in those circumstances, they turn into mini-interviews. Some of them were, er, a, errrr, personal. I-I-I've never had much to say, so it's never bothered me. But one of the questions, was about my love life." He seemed shy as he told me. He used his index finger to brush some hair that had fallen onto my forehead.

"What was the question? And what did you reply?" I stared into his big chocolate eyes and swooned.

"Well, the question was – er, they were kinda sneaky. Because they quoted me from a previous interview, where I told the reporter that I never wanted to settle down or get into a relationship, that I was quite happy by myself. Then he asked if I was still happy being by myself, and I told them that situations and feelings can change. And he continued with, "You've been pictured recently..." and asked me if I was in a relationship. To which I told them that I was dating someone but it was still early days." He stopped to take a breath, and seemed more nervous to continue this time, "And they asked your name, but I-I-I only told them your first name. I mean, people will find you. They somehow always find out every little detail about me. I'm sorry if that's too much."

"You have absolutely no reason to be sorry. It's OK, honestly." I grabbed his face in my hands, and kissed him as sweetly as I could, pouring my heartfelt emotion into it. When I pulled away, Pedro remained closed eyed and smiling in my hands before he opened his eyes and looked at me lovingly. "I realise that if I want you, I have to take all of you, including that side of your life that makes us not that private. I know I have to share you, and I am OK with that."

"People will want to know about you, too. I've always been so guarded with my relationships, but with you, I know it's still early, but I want to talk about you. I want people to know about you. I want to tell them all about you, and how you make me feel and how great you are." My heart soared.

"I've never felt this comfortable in a relationship, not that I've had many. But you make me feel so comfortable, so comforted and safe. I trust you. And whatever decisions you make, to make this work. So please don't feel like you have to hide anything. And don't be nervous around me. I could tell you were nervous telling me about this."

"Because it's not normal, is it? It's not normal to have your relationship plastered over the internet."

"Nothing about what we've done so far has been normal. This is like 2, 3 weeks old, and we're already this comfortable with each other."

"Thank you." He smiled at me sweetly as he squeezed my waist.

"For what?"

"Being you. Just being great all the time."

"Well, I am the best." I flicked my hair over my shoulders in a sassy manner, which made Pedro chuckle with laughter, as he threw his head into my neck. "Anything you wanna do tonight?"

"I can think of something." He wiggled his right brow at me before he kissed me again.

"Later. If you're lucky. I might make you wait like you did with me."

"Wouldn't happen. I'd seduce you."

"You think you could?"

"Easily. I'd just have to do this," He ran his fingers through his slicked back hair and allowed the curls to bounce to life, "And this," He grabbed my hand and placed it onto his bicep, "And kiss you like this." He grabbed my face in both hands and kissed me hard. All I could think of was his lips on mine, his moustache tickling my top lip. That was until I felt his tongue skim my lips, silently asking for entry. I opened my lips, allowing him to dart his tongue into my mouth. His right hand moved from my cheek and to the back of my head, holding me in place as he deepened the kiss. Pedro moaned into my mouth, as he threw his hips forward. Suddenly, he pulled away. "Told you I could seduce you."

"Oh my god." I leant forward and rested my forehead on his chest, my arms gripped his biceps. Pedro giggled at my response, his laughter causing my head to rattled against his chest. I felt him go to shift me, but I stopped him. "Not yet. Give me a moment."

Through a fit of laughter, Pedro said "Are you alright, baby?"

"I don't think I've ever felt that way, ever. Please hold me. I think my legs are going to buckle." He continued to laugh and pulled me into him. He started to sway with me to the beat of Marc Bolan singing 'Hot Love'. Soon, he was spinning me around and dipping me. His goofy dance moves causing us both to break out into laughter. At the end of the song, he dipped me and kissed me sweetly. "You."

"What about me, Eleanor?"

"I'm obsessed."

"With me?"

"Yes. With you. The last 10 minutes; all the points Pedro. You are, I just. I'm happy." I broke away from him and created distance between us, then I felt it. A firm but not painful smack on my ass. "Fucking hell." I moaned as I leant over the kitchen counter, trying to collect my thoughts. "You are driving me fucking crazy tonight."

"Good. I like it." He went into the fridge and grabbed himself a cola. "Did I tell you I've got nothing on for the next 2 weeks?"

"No you didn't. But good, you deserve a break."

"It means that we can do whatever you want. Obviously around your work. You got plans tomorrow?"

"Nope."

"You have now. You been to the beach yet?"

"I have not."

"We're going tomorrow." My heart fluttered. Then started beating faster knowing I would be seeing him in trunks and nothing else. Fuck. "Thinking about me in my swimwear?"

"How the fuck did you just read my thoughts?"

"Written all over your face, baby. You're drooling." He popped the can and took a sip. "I was thinking the same thing about you."

"Only taking me to the beach to see me in a bikini?"

"100%. Can't wait." He winked. This man was going to kill me tonight.

Pedro had swapped his jeans for a pair of lounge pants, but still kept that T-shirt on. He had suggested to put a film on, and being the true gentleman he was, let me choose. After a small debate - me telling him how great musicals are, and how he argued that musicals and karaoke are one in the same, and he hated karaoke, I somehow managed to get my way and put Mamma Mia on. We were halfway through the film, he was sat on the sofa with me, grinning up at me like an idiot.

"You're actually gonna let me do this?"

"Yeah of course. I grew up with a big sister, this isn't my first rodeo." He squeezed my thigh as he spoke. I had asked him if we could do a pamper session together, to which he instantly replied with a yes.

"I'm gonna need you to lie back with your head here." I pointed to my thighs.

"Hmm anything to have my head between your thighs, Elle." He groaned as he lunged towards me.

"With you face up, dick!" I twisted him around so he was looking up at me.

"Pretty good view. I can see your nipples through your top."

"Pedro. Stop. Let me pamper you." He had been particularly flirty tonight, which was driving me insane. "I'm gonna cleanse your face first, this might be a little cold." I applied the product to the cotton pad and started to wipe it around his face. At first he jumped at the cool liquid, but then melted into my lap as I did laps of his face. I talked him through the steps as I toned his skin, then grabbed a sheet face mask. It made me feel giddy as I applied it, allowing my fingers to pressed the sheet across all the lines and surfaces of his face. "It has to be on for 30 minutes."

"Let me put yours on for you." He sat up, and I couldn't help but giggle seeing him with a pink sheet mask on his skin. My laughter made him laugh, and before I knew it, he was gripping onto me.

"You look like you have ham on your face! I can't Pedro!!"

"Stop laughing, let me do this properly for you." He used his perfect teeth to rip open the packet, and I started to belly laugh again, watching him try to unravel the sheet. "This is going fucking everywherehahaha." He started to chuckle again, then ran his wet fingers over my arms, still laughing and making me laugh and squirm under his touch. "I can't fucking open it. Help me out, Eleanor." He throw the wet mess at me, and I tried my best to unravel it whilst still laughing at Pedro in his pink mask, and his fight with the sheet.

"Here you go." I handed it back, ready to place on my face. Thinking it was going to be straight forward. Of course, it was not. Pedro held the sheet up, his large fingers gripped the corners and allowed the residue to soak our legs. "Hurry up, it's going everywhere!" I squealed as the cool liquid hit my skin through the material of my trousers. Pedro started to laugh again and darted his hand forward, the same time I started laughing and brought my head forward. Soon, his index finger poked me in my eye.

"Shit I am so sorry!" Pedro's laugh was guttural, but he leant forward to check if I was OK. I couldn't breath for the fits of laughter I was having, the pain and watering of my eye overrode by the pain of my stomach hurting from laughing too much. "You alright?"

"I can't breathe. I can't remember the last time I've laughed so much. You're so chaotic, Pedro!"

"Please hahaha hurry up, I'm hahaha soaking over here!" I looked up to see the mask had drenched his thigh, the vision making me roll over again. "Eleanor, please!" The simple beg had sent me over the edge and I couldn't stop. Tears rolled down my face. Obviously the sight of me laughing caused Pedro to laugh to, his strong hand gripped my wrist. After a few moments of nothing but silent laughter, we managed to stay still long enough to him to put my mask on. "Beautiful."

"Let me take a photo of you. You look so cute." I grabbed my phone from the coffee table and held the camera up for him. Pedro being Pedro pouted for the photo, and sneakily threw up a peace sign. "Going straight on my insta story."

"Let me see." He nudged my phone to his direction and laughed, "Are you going to tag me?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah. I'll share it. I look cute. What are you going to caption it?"

"It's a surprise."

I added the picture with the caption; 'Girls pamper night @pascalispunk 🧖‍♀️'.

Pedro was eagerly waiting for notification from me and laughed when it came through. Seconds later,  'PascalisPunk mentioned you in a story'.  He had reshared it with a 'Self Care isn't Selfish' sticker. "This is my favourite bit of the film!" I noticed Amanda Seyfried and Dominic Cooper preparing to sing Lay All Your Love on Me. I started to sing and dance out the routine for Pedro, who wouldn't take his eyes off me.

"You know this routine by heart, don't you?"

"Don't goooooo wasting your emooooootinnnnnn, layyyyyy alllllll yourrrrrr loveeeee on meeeeee." I didn't break character as Pedro continued to laugh at me. Once the song had finished, I collapsed on the sofa next to him, out of breath and overheated.

"That was quite the show, Eleanor."

"I fucking love Mamma Mia. I told you, musicals are the best."

"Instagram seems to think so, too."

"You WHAT!?" I darted towards my phone, "Did you post me?"

"Look for yourself." Pedro grinned like a school boy as I hurried to unlock my phone. A video of me, hair back, lounge pants and vest, with the face mask Pedro nearly blinded me trying to put on, dancing around my living room to Mamma Mia. The caption read, "Mamma Mia!! @EleanorGraceParker puts on a great show! 😍 #slay"

"Just from you tagging me in that story, I've had over 30,000 follow requests. Isn't that so fucking crazy!?" My mind hurt at the power of Pedro. Maybe I didn't quite realise the power he had over people, or how loved he was. "So many people love you."

"I know. I'm very lucky." He smiled sweetly at me, but how the mask was positioned, all I could see was his teeth and I burst out laughing. "Stop, stop, Eleanor. Don't laugh in the mask!" I imagine the same experience had happened to Pedro, because we couldn't look at each other without laughing. "Are you going to keep your Instagram private?"

"I'm not sure, why?"

"If you want the privacy, I'll delete the story so they don't pounce on you so much?"

"It's a bit late for that!" I checked and many more had requested. I looked up to see Pedro staring at me, I could tell he felt guilty. "Don't look at me like that. It's really OK. I suppose if I make it public, I can share all the embarrassing pictures of you to your fans. I'm sure they'll love that. That'll earn me some points." I changed the privacy setting on my account, allowing my mind to get blown at the impact knowing Pedro would have on my life. It was too much to think about, so I locked my phone and jumped on Pedro.

"No fucking way!" I looked at the notification on my Apple Watch and allowed my jaw to drop.

"What?" Pedro looked up at me.

"I'm going to see Coldplay!!"

"Ah that's great! Where are you seeing them? Didn't they just play the Forum?" Pedro asked, as he locked his phone and threw it on his stomach.

"No, back home." Shit, I hadn't told him I was going home! He looked at me, puzzled by my sudden statement. "I'm going home in 10 days time. It's my Dad's birthday, and Jack is going to propose to Olivia. So it all works out for me."

"Oh. That's so cool!"

"Is that alright?" I suddenly felt guilty for not speaking to him about it.

"Yes, of course baby. You have to go!" His voice softened, perhaps because he noticed my own tone.

"Sorry I should have told you when I booked the flights. I got my annual leave approved and was just so excited I couldn't wait."

"That's all alright, Eleanor. You don't need to explain. You need to go. You need time with your family. I get it. This is going to be such a great trip for you, and for your friends and family."

"I honestly can't wait. Liv is going to be so happy when Jack proposes. Nobody knows I'm going home except Jack and Oli, so I can't wait to surprise everyone."

"They're going to be so happy to see you. How long are you gone for?"

"12 days."

"What else have you got planned?" He lay back against the sofa, the sight of him making himself comfortable in my house made me feel good.

"Just see friends and family mainly. Eat all the good English food, and snacks."

"You English think you have the best snacks..." Pedro smirked, wanting me to bite. And I did.

"Us English have the best everything. UK trumps the US with everything, except it's men," I winked at him, "and the size of McDonald's portions. They're massive here."

"I've not eaten McDonald's in the UK. Who are you going to see Coldplay with? Your dad?"

"Nope. One of my best friends. A guy I work with, Ben. He's such a great guy. Honestly, he's like the perfect human. His personality is the best. We have the same banter, we always have a laugh. But he's just the nicest, most respectful person. Won't say anything bad about anyone. Really respectful of everyone's feelings. Just an all round good guy. I think you'd get along really well."

"Hmm." Pedro lay with one arm behind his hand as his fingers drummed his chest.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Sounds like a good guy. I hope you speak about me like that one day." He was jealous.

"No need for this jealousy, baby." I crawled towards him, eventually stopping when I was practically lying on him with my chin on his chest. "I have no physical attraction to him, I feel like his protective sister. I just feel safe around him. I work with some creeps, so it's nice to have some guy who's genuine a good human."

"Hmm."

"He's also getting married. To a lovely lady I'm also good friends with. And," I used my fingers to tip his face so I could look at him in the eyes, "He's not you. I don't know if I've told you this, but I quite enjoy having you in my life. Being around you, with you. You think I'd want anyone else?"

"You could get any guy you wanted. So it's a little worrying to me, sometimes."

"The only guy you have to worry about is Harry Styles, and that's never going to happen. So I'd say you're pretty safe."

"Me or Harry Styles?" His eyes scanned my face, as I learnt closer.

"Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to." I smiled, going in for a kiss. He swerved my kiss, tilting his head to the side so I was out of reach. He stared at me and asked the same question again.

"Me or Harry Styles?"

"Harry Styles." I went to kiss him, and got rejected again.

"No kisses for you till you say me. Me or Harry Styles?"

"Harry Pascal."

"Me or Harry Styles?"

"Pedro Styles." I thought he was going to ask me again, but out of nowhere, he jumped up and flipped me so we switched positions so quickly. His big hand cupped my chin, pinning me to the sofa. It was softly aggressive and hot. His dark eyes scanned my face once, but throughly. Then he kissed me hard. Passionately.

"Harry wouldn't kiss you like that. Just me."

My eyes were still closed when he spoke to me, his kiss had left me in a hazy daze. I pouted and asked, "Again, please."

"Look at me, Eleanor." I did as I was told and opened my eyes to see him staring down at me. There was a moment between us, something clicked. Our connection got a little stronger. The desire in his eyes softened as we stared, he felt it too. "Ask me again."

"Kiss me again, please." My voice was raspy. Almost pathetic. Then he kissed me. Hard. Passionately. Desperately. "Please always want me." His last words hit hard. I'd never had anyone want me to want them, like Pedro did.

"Please always want me too, Pedro."