chapter 367

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Chapter 367
It had been a nice, easy flight and within what seemed like no time at all, they were landing in a dark and drizzly Belfast, however the group couldn’t feel any sunnier as they grabbed their luggage and jumped into the cars that had arrived to take them to their hotel close to the arena, Cheryl actually gasping before breaking out into a huge grin as they actually drove past the arena, thinking this was all actually crazy now that it was happening. Cheryl actually loved that it was raining as she watched the trickles of crystal water dripping down the car window, it looking magical seeing all of the dark streets and roads glistening in the lights of the street lamps they were driving past, making everything seem alive and buzzing which was how she was feeling right now too. It was also lovely to feel the cool rain sprinkling lightly down onto her face when they eventually pulled up outside of the fancy hotel and climbed out, making Tre smile to himself when he spotted her just stood on the path in a bit of a day dream while the guys were all pulling the cases out of the back of the car. “Come on dimples…we don’t want you catching a cold now, do we babe?” he chuckled as he strolled up to her with some of their luggage, snapping her out of her little bubble she’d been captured in as she smiled at him and linked her arm through his before they all made their way inside to settle into their rooms for the night.

Even though they’d been up all day and extremely busy, Cheryl didn’t seem to be in any mood to just go to bed once she and Tre had unpacked some clothes and explored their plush hotel room that had been stunningly made up for them both; with a big bouquet of vibrantly coloured flowers on a circular glass table standing in the centre of the hallway that took them to the main part of the suite, a bottle of champagne that was resting in a silver ice bucket next to the huge white sofa, and a massive box of chocolates that was left on the bottom of their giant four-poster bed that Cheryl had immediately tucked into as soon as they’d let themselves in. Unluckily for her however, Tre had come across an LA Lakers game on the plasma TV hanging up on the wall, meaning that despite the fact Cheryl had changed into a pretty, pale pink, silk night dress and looking like a goddess, he wasn’t paying any attention to her at all. 

“Babe…do you want a chocolate before I eat them all?” Cheryl cheerfully bounced up to him with the box in her hands, looking absolutely gorgeous with her long brown hair draped over one shoulder and her golden skin on show complimenting her pink dress amazingly. 
“Yeah, go on” Tre held his hand out without actually taking his eyes off the screen, completely lost in the game with it being his favourite team playing.
“Okay…which one would you like?...there’s a strawberry one…orange truffle…caramel…I think this one has got lemon mousse in it…erm…this has hazelnut and caramel…” she kneeled on the sofa next to him and read out all the different delicious flavours, of which he wasn’t interested in whatsoever.
“I don’t really mind bambs…any…I like them all” he flippantly responded with his hand still held out, making her pout as she made the decision for him and picked up the orange truffle chocolate, ignoring his hand and pushing it towards his mouth.
“Open up…haha” she grinned as she popped it into his mouth and watched him eating it, getting a thumbs up from him to show he like it. “Lush aren’t they?...Mwah!” Cheryl sweetly responded to his brief interaction with her before he returned to his game while she gave him a kiss on the cheek and rested her hands on his shoulder as she leaned against him and looked towards the TV, seeing if she could get into it as well, but it was no good really as she didn’t understand basketball whatsoever and had learn from past experience not to ask him lots of questions. “Yanno, I feel like we should open the champagne seeing as they’ve chilled it for us…do you want a glass?” she asked after spotting the bottle resting in the silver bucket still.
“Yeah, go for it babe…OHHHHH!!!...WHAT A SHOOT! DAMN!...hahaha” he replied to her before suddenly yelling out and punching the air as the opposing team managed to shoot a hoop, leaving him shaking his head in despair while she chuckled and jumped up to pour them some champagne each. “I must admit that was sick…haha…he scored from like the opposite end of the court…*Duck* man!” Tre kept talking to himself, amusing Cheryl greatly as she wandered back with the two glasses, carefully handing him one before sitting back down next to him.
“Cheers me dears” she gleefully held her glass out for him to chink his against, giving him another kiss on the lips this time which made him smile and quickly give her another one back, before taking a sip of his drink and returning his gaze to the TV screen. “Mmm…this is nice! Lots of bubbles…haha…this room is canny like isn’t it?...I love four-poster beds, they make everything look much more grander…haha…we can sleep like royalty for the next few nights hun!...I hope they do good breakfasts here as well…some nice fresh fruit with yogurt or something like that…blueberry muffins…Mmm…maybe we should all have a drink tomorrow night with it being the night before the show and everything…like just in the hotel bar maybe cos we’ll be needing an early night won’t we?...what do you think Tre?...TRE!” she chatted away, feeling far too awake just to sit quietly watching the TV with him, having to give him a pat on the leg when he didn’t answer her.
“What’s that bubs?” he blinked a few times, genuinely having not realised she’d been talking.
“I said do you think we should all have a little drink together tomorrow night in the bar downstairs…just like 1 or 2” she repeated herself, draping her arm over his shoulder as he finally turned his head to look at her.
“Oh…yeah, sounds good to me…celebrate rehearsals coming to an end and all that…haha…this champagne is fresh ain’t it?...yummy” he grinned at her as she scrunched her nose up and smiled back, nodding her head before she began lightly stroking his face as he returned to watching the game.

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