He stared me in the eyes while we talked, the table cloth still up to my neck, covering my bare chest. From the living room, I could tell mum was trying to eavesdrop. Then she cleared her throat and said, "Er... Um... Sorry to break up this up, but could you guys possibly head somewhere else? Just so I can clean up this mess, and then you two can have some privacy.

I just nodded and her, and as I stood my eyes held his. "D-Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked him. He agreed and I led the way up to my room, the piece of cloth wrapped around me like a cape in an attempt to cover up.

"This is my room," I told him, as I opened the door and waved an arm around to show the room. "I know it's not much, but... At least my mum can't eavesdrop."

He just chuckled, showing his perfect white teeth, which seemed to glisten, even in the dimmed light of my room. He went over to my bed and sat down, "Is it okay if I sit here?" he asked.

"Sure, but I just need to get dressed... Just wait here and I will be back as quick I can." I grabbed the pile of clothes sitting on my desk chair and then hurried to the bathroom. I got dressed in record time, making sure everything was perfect and tidy.

I slowly opened the bathroom door to my room, and his smile greeted me. "That was quicker than I expected," he said, once again he looked me up and down. I just looked down at my shoes and shuffled over to sit next to him on the bed.

As we talked, his eyes seemed as if they were looking deep into my mind, reading my every thought. Once again, we got lost in conversation, and he was soon starting to ask more personal questions. "Have you ever been in love, or kissed anyone before?" he asked, I pulled my eyes from his stare and looked down on the floor.

"No," I replied quietly. I didn't care that I was acting as if I was a twelve-year-old girl who was talking to her crush for the first time. He just nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry," he said. I gave him a questioning look. "For making you feel uncomfortable," he explained. I just nodded, then shook my head.

"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I understand your curiosity. How about you? Have you kissed anyone before?" He shook his head slowly. Then he looked up at me, and we had one of those dramatic stare moments before he leant in and brushed his lips against mine.

My. First. Kiss.

I definitely felt like a twelve-year-old girl now, but I didn't care. The first person I had kissed: Phil Lester.

He pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes. "For your first time, that wasn't too bad." He admitted.

"Likewise," I said back to him. I then put my lips to his again and closed my eyes trying to savour every minute of it. And it worked. Then there was a knock at my door, but before I could say anything, Mum barged in with a worried expression.

Phil and I immediately pulled away and rubbed our lips embarrassingly. "Um... There is a man at the door looking for Phil?" She explained. "He says to tell you he is waiting and he's not happy about you failing to appear for training, this morning?"

Phil just nodded and hurried to get to his feet. "I will see you later?" He asked. I nodded and said goodbye and then he was gone.

There were two things on my mind; one, that was absolutely amazing, two, who was that man, and how did he know that Phil was here?