Fallen for you

Voice of an angel

Breakfast has ended and me April and Scarlett clear away the table and wash the pots at the sink to say a thank you to the boys and what they have done for us. Ashton helps us, well he is actually attempting to flick dirty soapy water on us whilst Calum, Michael and Luke remain at the table finishing their breakfast.

"When are you going to do it?" Ask Michael.

Calum interrupts, "do what?"

"He wants to do some romantic thing for Amber, I don't know what it is though."

"Awww that's so sweet, do it." Calum tells Luke.

"I'm going to grab my guitar." Luke heads out of the room to go back into his own room. I turn around to notice Luke had left the room.

"Hey, what's he up to?" I question.

"Ooh..ermm.." Calum says as he looks over to Michael for help.

"He hasn't finished packing." Michael quickly says. Calum smiles at Michael for his save. I shrug and return back to the washing up.

"Are you two not bothering to help us?" I ask.

"You've all nearly finished, why would we want to ruin it?" Calum laughs.

I then gave them a stern look on my face and threw the sopping wet dishcloth on them, I laugh, "you two are the laziest people I've ever met."

We finish the washing up with no thanks to Michael and Calum. Luke then finally returns back to the room. I walk over to him and give him a big hug, he sits me down on the couch and everyone comes around to watch what he was going to do.

I don't know what was about to happen, I am confused to why he has his guitar out considering it was packed in his suitcase when I woke up.

He then softly says, "Amber, I've never felt like this for anyone ever. You make me feel so happy and I'm so glad I've met you. I don't want to go without you but you know I have to. So, last night I was doing a little bit of writing - song writing and I've wrote a song for you.."

My face lights up and makes my smile brighten.

"..it's about how I've wanted to tell you how I feel about you but how I resisted, it's called 'Fallen for you'. "

As he strums his guitar and hearing his voice directed at me, my eyes start to water, I know I have to resist the urge to pour out my tears but I can't, the waterworks stream down my face.

"Oh here I go again."

I think that they are tears of joy but I know that in half an hour they would turn to tears of sadness. At his final strum of his guitar, we all applaud him and congratulate him. I am speechless! No one has ever wrote me a song before until now!

"It was beautiful!" My voice shakes.

He places his two thumbs onto my face and gently wipes away the tears from under my eyes.

He then kisses my forehead and cuddles me so tight that I don't want to let go of him but I know I have to.