Vic brought the camera up to his face, and peered through it, and saw brilliant orange hair on the other side. He was grateful for the camera coving his face, because he was certain he was blushing furiously when the boy flashed a blindingly beautiful smile as he laughed.
Everything was still a blur to Vic; but it was an amazing blur. He’d gotten the job as Ed’s own photographer. He was curiously in love with the way Ed seemed so awkward standing in front of the camera, but was so beautiful when he doesn’t notice the lens pointed at him. After snapping a few photos, Vic lowered the camera and looked at the screen, pleased at his work.
”Hey” Vic looked up and saw the brightly tattooed arm, and was greeted with a friendly pat on the back.
"Hi." He replied. His voice came out rather shaky and he mentally slapped himself for not being confident.
"Look, I’m going back to the tour bus after I meet a few fans. Wanna come?"
"Sure." He said it before he could think through what was going to happen. Vic always tried to avoid Ed, because it seemed too awkward to be around him. What was he supposed to say? ‘Hey, I know that you’re straight, but I’m dangerously in love with you.’ Because he didn’t think either of them could handle what might follow; whether it was ‘I don’t feel the same’ or ‘you need to leave’. So Vic just tended to leave him alone. But here he was, going back to the tour bus alone with Ed.
All of the fans were extremely calm and cool around the ginger, with the exception of a few shaking fangirls. Vic decided to take a picture of some, because he was enjoying looking at Ed just as much as Ed was meeting his fans.
Soon Ed was quickly heading towards the tour bus, with Vic in tow. The touch made Vic nervous and shaky. As they came closer to the tour bus, Vic was trying to steady his heartbeat by taking in what were supposed to be slow, steady breaths. Ed plopped down on the small sofa in the bus, pulling Vic down with him. Vic felt he was way too close to him, but had to remind himself that Ed was just being friendly. Ed grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. There was already a movie in it; 21 Jump Street.
But, Vic payed no attention to the movie whatsoever. He was to busy over thinking everything about Ed. From his perfect orange hair, to his beautiful arms with tattoos gracing themselves along every curve in his skin.
"Are you okay?" A hushed, but deep voice came after him, as light as a soft breeze, but so much more comfortable. He glanced over at him. Because Vic was so much smaller than Ed, he was looking down on him.
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
'How in love I am with everything about you.' “Nothing.”
"Okay" And before he knew it, Vic was slumped over onto Ed, slipping into a comfortable sleep. Ed enveloped him in his arms, and smiled down at the smaller boy. Vic opened his eyes, but it wasn’t the sun that woke him up, because it was still dark outside. It was the beautiful velvety voice that has made him fall in love.
Settle down with me. Cover me up, and cuddle me in. Lie down with me. And hold me in your arms. Your hearts against my chest. Your lips pressed to my neck And I’m falling for your eyes. But they don’t know me yet. And with the feeling I’ll forget I’m in love now. Kiss me like you wanna be loved
And that was it. This was the moment he actually felt himself falling in love. In his arms, Vic had no worries, he felt safe and happy.
He woke up again, this time the sun was poring through the window. He immediately noticed the pair of arms wrapped around him. He looked down and smiled at the tattooed arms he never wanted to get away from.
But too soon, they tightened around him, and the left all at once. Vic sat up and got off of the couch. Ed got up after him and hugged him from behind saying “Good morning, sunshine.”
And Vic responded with a weak “Morning” before gaining some confidence and turning around to face Ed, and rushed out, “listen, I’m not angry or anything. I just want to know if you were just being friendly last night o-or if you meant it to be something, which I don’t know because I think your straight but I don’t know and I don’t really talk to you that much and I -” his words were ended with a pair of lips crashing down on his own.
He was shocked for a moment, and was unable to move. But soon he recovered and he moved his lips against Ed’s, and in that moment everything was perfect. Then Ed pulled away and rested his forehead against Vic’s.
"I love you." Ed whispered at him.
"I-I love you too" Vic stammered out in pure bliss.
They got dressed, Ed in his usual hoodie and jeans, Vic in a black graphic t-shirt with a intricate design of a skull and blue jeans, with his camera around his neck, they walked out, hand-in-hand; not caring what anyone thought or caring who stared. They only needed the assurance of the other, which came with a light squeeze of their fingers.