#6.5.17

The older lad knew bloody well what time it was back in Austin but he couldn’t take it anymore. It’s been a few days since Gavin’s talked to anyone back in the States. He was back in Britain for a holiday. 

Gav picked up his phone and dialed Jeremy’s number, but to no avail. It went to voicemail, he figured it would since it was around 4am. He left a message, in hopes that he’ll get a call back. 

“Hey Lil J, it’s Gavvy. Just calling you because, well, I miss you. It’s quite lonely over here. I wish you were here. I’d probably hug the hell outta you. And maybe kiss you. You’re very lovely, have I ever told you that? You have a nice smile. Your laugh is pretty remarkable as well, love. Well, I don’t want to keep this going on forever, so I’ll leave this here. Hope to speak soon Jeremy.” 

And so Gavin hung up his phone. And his face turned a shade darker. Did he really just say all that to his co-worker and friend? ‘God, what have I done?! He’s absolutely going to hate me for this.’

A few hours passed and there was no return call or text from Jeremy. The British lad started to get worried that he said the wrong thing. The negative thoughts weighed him down all day and made him upset. 

9 hours later Gavin got a knock on his door. He wasn’t expecting any guests so he got up to check who it was. When he opened the door he was met with a mouthful of soft, brown hair. It smelled oddly familiar. 

“Hey, uh, Gav, think you could stop smelling my hair for a sec, bud?” The hint of a smile was heard on the person speaking below Gavin’s nose. 

“Jeremy!! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in Austin?” The taller lad was very surprised but also very curious as to why his friend just spent 10 hours to travel to his house in Britain.

“Well, because I wanted to come here and do this.” Suddenly a pair of hands reached up and pulled Gavin down towards the ground. His eyes closed and a pair of soft lips connected with his own. He began to feel the other male smile into the kiss and then they released. 

“Jer-Jeremy, what the Hell was that for?” The Brit’s hair was now slightly disheveled and Jeremy liked the look of it. He hoped he would see it again very shortly. 

“Because of what you said on the phone, Gav. I could tell there was a deeper meaning behind it and I wanted to come and check that you really felt the same as I do towards you. Guess I was right.” The shorter lad gave a smirk and let himself into Gavin’s house. 

Let’s just say Jeremy got to see that beautiful messy hair on Gavin again.