"What do I wear?!"Esmé was now shouting down the phone. "I don't know! It's your date, you choose!"And with that, Esmé heard the other end of the phone go dead, leaving only a humming sound in her ear. Well she was no help whatsoever. Slamming her phone down on the bed, she, too, fell and lay there hugging her pillow. She glanced over at her alarm would be here in an hour. First of all, she decided to take a shower; that should surely rejuvenate her mind and aid her in choosing her outfit for later. Grabbing a towel, she skipped into the bathroom where she swiftly stripped and jumped into the shower. The water spilling out from the showerhead pounded onto her head as she washed her hair, combing through the shampoo and, afterwards, the conditioner.
Esmé paraded back into her room, her white towel wrapped around her like a roman toga, and approached her closet. She swung the doors wide open where various scarves and shoes flew out, tumbling onto the floor. I definitely need to sort this out. She thought to herself whilst picking up the scattered garments and sliding them back onto the shelves. After tidying up a little, Esmé eventually started trying on various outfits; each of them getting declined and thrown onto her bed in frustration. Skirts, shorts, tops of all different styles and shoes soared across the bedroom, some landing in the weirdest places. It was only after she had chosen something decent to wear, that she noticed a sock drifting around in her fishbowl. She fished it out quickly and threw it into the laundry basket before stepping down the stairs, delicately, in her black heels.
clock in the hallway chimed six times. She sat on the sofa waiting, her heart pounding and her foot tapping constantly on the floor, her heel clicking on the laminate floorboards. The doorbell rang-not once, twice. Esmé rose quickly and almost ran to the door, as best as she could in heels, and opened it, only to be greeted by a huge grin on Matt's face. Her eyes grazed over him quickly. His light, mousy brown hair contrasting to his cold, coffee-brown eyes. An unshaven face lit up and smiled at her; a smile so contagious she couldn't help but return it. His gaze was boring right into her, right into her own brown eyes."You look beautiful" He noted, as his eyes travelled down her body, grazing over every curve and her short black dress. Matt raised his eyebrow at her and a cheeky grin spread across his face."Very fancy" He teased. Esmé felt her cheeks grow warmer and a pink blush spread across her face."Thank you" She giggled nervously and eyed him up: his unbuttoned white shirt, black trousers and jacket, all paired with his dark shades. "Shall we go now?"His voice enquired, thick with a British accent, as he held out his arm towards her. She nodded at him eagerly, her hair bouncing on her shoulders and slid her arm into his."Definetely"Esmé chimed, walking down the gravel path towards his Mercedes glinting in the moonlight.
6:45pm. The car ride hadn't been awkward at all, this being her main fear. Together, they chatted and gossiped tremendously, discovering they had many common interests: music being the main one. Matt exited his side swiftly and opened Esmé's door for her. Getting out of the car, she took his hand in hers, interlocking their fingers together as they strolled into the restaurant.
The restaurant wasn't particularly large; cosy more like it. Various sized circular tables were situated around the room with elegant, cream tablecloths draped over ,lacy placemats and napkins laid beside the finest cutlery. As she gazed around the room, she noticed the huge, glass chandeliers hanging down from the ceiling, releasing a soft light into the room. Matt led her over to their reserved table, his hand still in hers, and pulled out her chair for her before she sat down."Why thank you "She teased and sat down on the plush, velvet seats. "So, do you like it?"His eyes looked her up and down, searching hers for approval. She was still speechless. "It's beautiful" Short gasps escaped her scarlet lips as she continued to gaze around the room. "I'm glad you approve" He slid back in his seat a little, tension diffusing from his body. Esmé reached over to the centre of the table where a metal rack stood holding a range of menus from steaks to curries, desserts to side meals. He snatched her hand away though and smirked at her."I've already ordered" He stated, words juvenile. Esmé pursed her lips together but couldn't help giggling."You're very prepared" She taunted.
Matt merely shrugged and gestured to the numerous waitresses walking over; their arms piled high with plates and bowls. One by one, each was arranged on the table, steam rising up from the various meals. Esmé peered over the table and caught occasional glances of the appetizing cuisine; sizzling steaks, steamy vegetables, thin, crispy chips and other side dishes. "You ordered this all?"She asked as she started to pile her plate up-high. He watched as she started delving into her dinner. Her face showed nothing but satisfaction since the food was outstanding. A harmony of different flavours danced on her tongue as she continued to eat. A light chuckle escaped his lips as he, too, began eating his meal, vigorously slicing his steak. The meal was exceptional and after huge servings of jelly and ice cream, they both eventually called it a day. Esmé dropped her spoon into her bowl and giggled at him. "That was amazing!"She squealed, a slither of ice cream trailing down her chin, only to be retrieved by his lips as he pecked her lips softly. "I'm glad you enjoyed that" He smiled against her lips, the warmth of his breath tickling on her face. She kissed him again, this time a little harder, letting his moist lips caress hers gently. He ran his hands along the top of her dress, brushing past her exposed skin. Butterflies frantically fretted in her stomach and a shiver crawled down her skin. "I have another surprise for you" He whispered in her ear, moving a strand of her hair out of her face. "You do?"Her eyes lit up and he grabbed her hands and dragged her from the restaurant, heading for his car.
His driving was fearless as he sped through the dimly-lit streets in search of somewhere to park his car. They arrived at the local park. Confusion played across her face as she glanced over at him."Our surprise is here?"She enquired. He nodded in reply and turned the ignition off, then let her out of her door. She locked her arm in his as they both fumbled through the dark along the muddy path. By now, Esmé was still utterly ,through the diminishing light she could see a few lights up ahead, dancing on the trees. They looked like too..."You keep me on the edge of my seat, I bite my tongue so you don't hear me"-the unmistakable lyrics of "Bite My Tongue". She peeked over at Matt, who was smiling broadly, clearly amused by her confusion. Esmé ran ahead, or stumbled more like, where she ran into a considerable, open space, usually used for concerts.
There, on the stage, were the remaining band members for Matt. Josh, screaming the lyrics through his microphone;Max,his hair folding over his forehead, almost covering his eyes;Chris,long,brown hair spilling over his shoulders and wearing a dark pair of shades similar to Matt's and Dan, beating down on the drums hard, his foot tapping along to the rhythm. "Surprise!"Matt yelled, hugging Esmé from behind. She squealed and screamed like a fan-girl, feeling her cheeks instantly blush after she did so. He laughed and hauled her up onto the stage beside his band mates. They all grinned at her, mischievously like school children. Grabbing a guitar from the back and throwing a microphone in Esmé's direction, he, also, began singing. Esmé caught the microphone and gazed up at him. He chuckled and started shredding on his guitar. "Show them what you got" He encouraged. She brought the microphones to her lips and then belted out the final chorus of the song. She sang as best as she could, enjoying every moment. Matt appeared behind her, guitar slung at his side, and wrapped his arms around her waist. Softly planting a kiss on her cheek, he joined in with her as she sang. "I love you "He whispered, turning her around and kissing her lips."I love you too"Esmé whispered,wrapping her arms around his neck.