Sephy.

After a long time of just lying in the sun, we eventually got up and polished off the food, played some silly games and almost collapsed of exhaustion on the rug. I noticed it was starting to get dark, and Callum seemed to notice the same thing. Great minds think alike, huh?

'Sephy, we'd better head off, your mom will be worried sick, it's so late.'

He began to get up, but I stopped him.

'Don't worry, my alibi is sorted. I told mother that I would be staying the night at Helena's, so when we get back I will just tell Harry and say I felt homesick and get him to drive my home.'

Callum still didn't relax.

'Sephy, there are a lot of terrible people out there in the world, especially at night time. I'm more concerned about your safety.'

'I feel safe just knowing I'm with you.'

He seemed to relax now.

'Really?' he asked

'Of course! How could I not feel safe around you? You're the bravest person I know!'

'Sephy, you sound like a three year old when you say that.'

I frowned at him.

He ignored me. 'Look up at the stars.'

I looked up, and sure enough the stars were out. I didn't think it was that late.

Callum murmured something to himself, and got up. He offered me his hand. 'May I have this dance?'

Wow, I was not expecting him to say that. It would be weird dancing with no music, but before I had time to reply, he had pulled me onto my feet and put my arms around his neck and placing his hands lightly around my waist laid my head on his chest. Then he began to sing, in the sweetest voice that could have belonged to an angel.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful,

You're beautiful, it's true,

I saw your face, in a crowded place,

And I don't know what to do,

'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful, you're beautiful

You're beautiful, it's true,

There must be and angel, with a smile on her face,

When she thought up that I should be with you.

But its time to face the truth,

I will never be with you.

The song ended, and I thought I was going to cry. It had been the perfect end to the perfect night.

'Let's go home,' whispered Callum.

There! I managed not to make it too slushy without ruining the moment. Hope you liked the story, reviews always appreciated!

Also, I do not own Noughts and Crosses, or Callum or Sephy. Neither do I own 'You're beautiful' by James Blunt.