king and lionheart//of monsters and men

***

After the show last night, we all headed to some after party at some big shot producer's house. The place was packed with artists, directors, actors, and whoever else was famous in the UK. I spent most of the night chatting with whoever was around. Hunt was busy networking with producers. I met some pretty interesting people, and some of them I even made plans to meet with again. House parties weren't usually my scene, but I had some fun.

Hunt, Seb, Dean, Dan, Patrick, and I were wandering through the street of London this morning. The boys were so much fun, well except for Seb who was constantly glaring at me and saying snark comments. He was just upset I told him off last night.

We were now in St. James Square sitting in the grass, Dan and Hunt strumming the guitars they brought along. They were singing a song I had heard before, but wasn't all too familiar with.

New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
Never should have called.

"Alice," Dean piped up in between the drags of his cigarette, "Why don't you show us some of your moves?"

I shook me head, burying it in my hands. "No, no, no, no, no," I repeated. 

Continuing to sing, Hunter nudged my foot. His face was earnest, wanting to see me dance as well since he'd never seen me dance. His eyebrows furrowed together and his lips pursed together. 

I rolled my eyes, stood up, and pushed my flats off. Letting the strings of Hunt's guitar lead me, I fouetted countless times. My hair was in my face as I spun, but I didn't care. I kept going and going and going. Then, I felt my foot go from under me. 

My a.s hit the grass in full force. The boys were laughing hysterically, even Hunt and Dan stopped playing guitar because they were so distracted. My face exploded red from my embarrassment. Hunt pulled me into his lap, kissing my hair fervently. His arms wrapped around me tightly, pressing my back to his chest.

"Who did that?!" I interrogated.

The boys were silent, looking at one another. 

"So no one's going to fess up," I said raising an eyebrow. 

Seb raised his hand, signalling he was the culprit. "I did it," he said smugly.

My eyes rolled so far up I thought they were going to get stuck. "Of course you did," I mumbled.

Dan began to strum his guitar once more, and Hunter murmured the lyrics to the song. I shut my eyes and listened. 

---

Hunt and I were able to escape the crazy boys for the rest of the evening. He had taken me to some sort of a fancy restaurant for dinner. I chose to have ahi tuna, and it was fantastic. We talked about the show the night before, the boys, and absolutely anything that popped into our minds. He was the only person I knew, besides maybe Effie and Milly, who I could talk with for hours about nothing. 

We were now back at his flat, watching The Inbetweeners on E4. I was cuddled up under his arm with a blanket wrapped around me. He was rubbing circles on my arm with his thub, which always made me feel safe and calm. 

.... to be finished(:
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