Weight of Living || The Galaxy Cat Sweater {Bastille || Dan Smith || The 1975}

73: Ben?

Me and Dan were still kissing when the guys started to wolf whistle and clap. I flipped the middle finger up as I blushed madly. They laughed. 

- You're such boys. - I said, trying to hide a smirk. 

- Excuse me? - Kyle pretended to flip his fringe out his forehead and I laughed.

- Sorry, catman. Except for you. - I tapped his head and he picked me up on his shoulder. - OI, IDIOT, PUT ME DOWN! - I squealed as he laughed. - WHAT ARE YOU DOING? NO, LET ME GO, PUT ME DOWN! - I yelled as he started walking towards the sea. - OH, NO, YOU'RE NOT DOING THAT! NO! - He laughed harder. - KYLE, I'M SERIOUS, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE-

- Of course I'm not doing that you dumbass, I just felt like scaring you. - He chuckled and I sighed relieved. 

- You're an ass, you know.

- Love you too, sweetie. - I sighed, trying not to smirk. 

He went up to the guys and he was still holding me while they talked. 

- Kyle, we're in a circle of friends talking, and you know, I'm on your shoulder, my butt doesn't want to participate. Please put me down. - They laughed and thank god he put me on the ground again. We chatted for a bit more, until my phone started ringing. I picked it up and read the name on the screen: Juliet. - IT'S MY MOTHER, WHAT DO I DO, WHAT DO I DO? HELP, WHAT DO I DO? - I squealed, completely desperate. 

- Gimme this. - Kyle grabbed my phone from my hands and answered it. - Good afternoon. - He said in a posh accent. I tried to get my phone back, but he ran far away from me. I could limp after him, but my feet were already fucked up enough.

- KYLE, NO, IT'S MY MUM, I'M NOT JOKING! I SHIT YOU NOT SHE'S GOING TO BE PISSED OFF AT ME AND I'LL HAVE TO GO BACK TO ENGLAND AND-

- She can't speak at the moment, would you like to leave a message? - I heard him saying. 

- KYLE, PLEASE! - I screamed. He looked at me and winked. I turned to the others. - My mother will take me back to England tonight, I'm sure. - I sighed as they laughed.

- Calm down, she's not that bad, is she? - Sam asked.

- Yes, yes she is. She kind of hates me. She can't see me happy because she will certainly spoil it and take me back to being miserable and-

- She said she's happy for you, she misses you and she wishes you luck. - Kyle said from behind me. I turned on my heels, completely surprised.

- She said what?

- She loves you. - Matt patted my shoulder.

- No! Juliet hates me! I'm sure! - I looked down at my phone. 

- This girl is weird, it's all I have to say. - Coop smiled; the guys agreed. He's been saying I'm weird since the day we met, but it doesn't bother me at all. - Now let's go back to the bus, the drivers are there already. We gotta go.

Dan suddenly got my by my waist and lifted me up. I got at what he was hinting and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, as his hands held me by my thighs. 

- Thanks. - I whispered. He just smiled and nodded. - Wait, in what bus I'll go in?

- BASTILLE'S BUS, OBVIOUSLY. - Woody, that was right by our side, squealed.

- IT'S MASSIVE AND YELLOW. - Will continued.

- WHERE'S THE BUS? THERE. MASSIVE AND YELLOW. - Kyle finished, making me laugh. 

- Bastille's bus it is. - Dan smiled at me and I kissed him.

The guys helped get my stuff on The 1975's bus quickly so we could head off to New Orleans.