Do you ever just see a beautiful stranger? Not just a stranger that looks nice, but a really beautiful stranger who just captures you with the way they look and the way they act and makes you think about them at 2 am. A beautiful stranger that leaves you wonder struck and makes you somehow want to see them again and be with them forever yet at the same time, make you want to stay away from them so they remain this mysterious beautiful person that's in the world that would never hurt you.
I should have gone with the latter.


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Rosy's point of view

I have a few things of Ethan's lying around my house and I can't take them back to his because I have no way of getting there, so I take them around to his parents house so they can give them to him. To my happy surprise, he opens the door, his eyes wide. A smile crosses his lips. 

"Hey!" he grins. "What are you doing here?" 

"I have a load of your clothes and books and things." I frown, confused as to why he's so happy. "I was gonna give them to your parents, but here you go. What's the matter with you?" 

He takes the box, setting it down. "I swear I wasn't going to invite you to this but my whole family is here for dinner. Come have dinner with us!"

I look at him, horrified, shaking my head. "E, no. No, no, no."

He grabs onto my hands, pulling me into the house. "At least come in and say hi. Please, I'll never ask you for anything again."

I sigh, shrugging. "I'll say hi but I can't stay."

It's not that I think I won't like his family, it's just I don't want to make an idiot of myself. I follow him reluctantly into the living room and his entire family is sat there chatting. His mum, his dad, his cousins, his grandparents, his aunts, his uncles; everybody. They all look up and smile when I walk in. 

"Ethan, is this the famous Rosy you can't shut up about?" one of his aunts asks. 

Ethan laughs a little as he blushes about as much as I'm blushing. "Yep. This is her."

"Hello." I smile. 

"Are you staying for dinner, sweetheart?" his mum asks. 

I look to Ethan and then back at his mum when I realise I'm being rude. "Oh, no, no, I really don't want to be a pain."

"Oh don't be silly honey." she tuts, fondly as she gets up to go to the kitchen. "We'd love to have you stay. Call your family too, they can come over! The more the merrier, hey?" 

I smile gratefully and Ethan and I both squeeze onto the sofa side by side. He nudges me, smiling. 

"Not so bad, hey?" he asks quietly. 

I laugh, nudging him. "You were right again."

He kisses my cheek and everybody stops their conversations quickly to say 'awww' and then goes back to them. I have to admit it's nice to see all of his family because they all remind me so much of him and none of them hate me which is a bonus. My parents and siblings come over later on and immediately find new friends within Ethan's family. It's all just so nice. 

"Hey." Ethan comes up and nudges me later on while I'm holding his baby cousin. He has food all over his t-shirt from one of the little kids spilling dinner all over him. I laugh at him. "Wanna go upstairs for a little while?" he asks.

"Thought you'd never ask." I wink, passing his cousin back to his aunt. 

We go up to his room and it's so nice to just be in the quiet together. It's random little moments like this that make me realise how much I love him. It's when I get to just focus on him and have him focus on me, I realise I love that and that I love him. He starts to change his shirt, lifting it over his head when I spot something. On his right side, more to his back than his front, is a little black love heart. I have never seen that before in my life. It's only small, it's just an outline but it's there.

"Woah woah woah." I run up to him before he puts his other shirt on. "You have a tattoo?"

He frown and then twists around, looking at it. He laughs. "Oh don't talk about it."

"How have I never seen this before?" I demand, laughing. "That's so weird!"

"Well usually when I have my shirt off you don't tend to focus on my back." he chuckles. "Don't worry about it."

"Why are you changing the subject?" I ask, but I'm not mad. I just want to know the story. "Tell me!"

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck. "It's just a stupid little mistake. I was with this girl when I was like fourteen, her dad was a tattoo artist, I thought I loved her, I got a little heart tattoo."

"That's adorable." I say, going to look at it again. "What was her name? How did you meet?" 

He frowns and chuckles. "Rosy, you're my girlfriend. Why do you want to hear about some stupid ex?" 


Ethan's point of view

I'm not lying even though it might sound like I am to other people. I know Rosy believes me, I'm just so confused as to why she wants to know all this. It was just some stupid little girlfriend, I haven't spoken to her in years. Plus, any other girl would be mad at the mention of an ex and here's Rosy asking me to tell her the story. 

"Because!" she exclaims, happily. "It sounds like it's going to be a cute story."

I shrug. "I sat next to her in Maths in year nine or something, she was really funny and hot and a bit of a bimbo now I think about it but I was young back then so I just thought she was really hot. We used to make each other laugh, I thought that was love, I got a tattoo."

"That's so cute." she comes back around to face me. "That's seriously the cutest thing ever. Do you still talk to her?" 

"No!" I laugh at how funny she's being without meaning to. I smile at her a little, pulling my shirt back on and wrapping my arms around her waist. "That tattoo can be for you now."

"Keep talking like that and that shirt's coming straight back off." she jokes, pushing me. "Come on, let's go downstairs."


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