Bonfire Night BONUS

Author's Note:

Bonfire night is a British tradition where we have bonfires and fireworks to celebrate a guy called Guy Fawkes who tried to blow up parliament by planting loads of barrels of gunpowder beneath. This was called the gunpowder plot. It got found out and it didn't go boom tho. It is a way more complicated story, look it up.

Me at Victor sat together on a picnic blanket in the middle of a grassy field.

A castle stood atop a hill in the distance with LED lights throwing beautiful colours up its ruined walls.

Victor had dragged me here three hours ago, refusing to say anything but insisting it was worth it.

Groups of people, family's with small children and couples on dates being all lovey dovey, sat around us on either blankets or camping chairs.

Soft chatter filled the air along with children being children- that is to say, annoying; running around and screaming.

Behind us were a bunch of little wooden stalls selling glowsticks, LED light toys that spun and food and drink.

"Open wide~" Victor said to me, holding out a hotdog for me to eat.

"You're not going to feed me." I roll my eyes at his behaviour, chuckling slightly at his pout.

"Aww come on~"

"...."

"Pretty please~"

I roll my eyes again and sigh.

"Fine"

He cheered with delight, causing me to grimace as a few people looked over.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my chin, tilting my face to look at him.

"Pay them no mind. They don't know us, remember?"

I nodded, a twinge of anxiety still remaind however.

His hand holding my face gently stroked my cheek as he tried to calm my nerves.

I gave him a small smile and, pushing the anxiety aside with force, leaned down to take a bite of the hot dog.

It was surprisingly good.

Half an hour later, a hush fell over the crowd as people in high-vis jackets walked out into the centre of an empty field infront of us.

Our breaths collected as we all breathed in expectantly, waiting for the fireworks show to start.

With a whoosh, a rocket flew into the air, followed by a loud bang as it exploded.

Bright starbursts of blue and red and green and gold filled the sky as firework after firework went off.

The smell of gunpowder was strongly nice as it filled my lungs, pairing nicely with the chill air against my face.

I felt a hand against my own and I looked down, seeing Victor's hand holding mine on the tartan blanket.

I looked up to his face to see that he was gazing at me with a contempt smile.

We stayed like that, staring at eachother as the fireworks reflected in our eyes otherwise ignored.

Each thinking that the other was more beautiful than the lights in the sky above.