I hum quietly, letting the sound vibrate in my chest as I rest my chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped securely around your waist. You’re curled in my lap beneath a blanket, surrounded by our closest friends—but all I can feel is you. The movie plays in front of us, but my mind drifts elsewhere. I'm not watching the screen, I'm watching you.

We planned tonight a week ago—just the core group: Zayn, Louis, Niall, Liam and their girlfriends. Your girls, my friends by extension. We’ve done this before—games, pizza, movies—but this afternoon, something in me was different. The moment you walked into my room, I felt it, that warm, achy feeling in my chest, soft, needy and wrapped around the quiet longing only you can soothe.

You held me like you always do—patient and just gentle. We spent hours in our little world—talking in low voices, fingers brushing as we played video games, sharing smiles and soap in the shower. It felt safe, like home.

I’d almost forgotten we had plans tonight, lost in the stillness we created. So when the others started a movie after the games and you climbed onto my lap, blanket over our legs, we let ourselves get carried away—just a little, just enough.

Now, here we are—close, impossibly close. Yeah, I'm in you while our friends are here. The only thing separating what we’re doing from being discovered is a blanket and the soft hum of the television. It’s reckless, intimate and for some reason, it doesn’t scare me, it calms me, anchors me.

We’ve only been dating for six months, but I’ve known you for much longer. You’ve always been the kind of girl people notice—the one who listens when others speak, who offers help before it’s asked. And me? I’m the one sitting at the front of the class, raising my hand a little too often, getting teased in the hall for my annotated copy of Lord of the Rings—not that I mind, I've always been a bit of a nerd—quiet, observant, more books than parties.

Still, we weren’t from different worlds. Not really. When Zayn—my best mate and a bit of a lovable troublemaker—threw that party last semester, you came and so did I, though I didn’t expect much. But I saw you laughing near the kitchen, holding a drink in both hands like you didn’t quite know what to do with them and I knew I had to say something.

I was nervous. I don’t think I’ve ever felt my heart beat that hard but I walked up to you anyway, told you I liked you, you smiled at me like I was someone worth smiling at, and that night, when I asked if I could kiss you, you said yes.

You’ve been my everything ever since.

You shift slightly in my lap and I instinctively tighten my arms around you. A sharp breath escapes me, low and quiet. I press my lips close to your ear, my voice barely a whisper.

“Angel…please stay still,” I murmur gently, brushing my nose against your cheek. "I don’t want them to know."