Wherever You Go [Katy Perry Fan fiction]

Chapter Fifty-Seven

I walk into the living room after an hour of soaking my body in a bath of relaxing warm water and my favourite coconut and vanilla bath cream. I had thrown on a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a t-shirt I hadn’t worn in a while and pulled my still slightly damp hair up into a tight bun. It made me feel some what better. Maybe it was that I could no longer feel the sick stuck to my skin. I don’t know. But the fact I was so refreshed made me feel pretty great.

“You enjoying your lunch, baby?” I ask Lucas, my words coming out through a small laugh.

He sits there in front of the television with a bowl between his legs, yet most of the food is smeared right the way around his mouth. All he does is look at me with a cheeky grin, his tongue sticking out between his teeth, and nods his head in response.

“Thought so,” I giggle.

“His attention is much more focused on the television rather than getting the spoon into his mouth,” Oliver speaks as he comes in from the kitchen.

I look at him from head to toe, smirking at the sight in front of me. He was dressed in another one of his suits, except this time looking a lot more casual. His shirt tucked into his black fitted trousers and a blazer over the top, but I think the fact that he had no tie on today made him look much more attractive. Instead, the crisp white shirt that he wore was unbuttoned at the top - just enough to reveal the top of his toned chest.

Tearing my eyes away from the sight in front of me, I manage to meet his eyes again. “I think I’m going to head into Capitol today. I’m quite behind on some stuff that needs doing, and, after my disappearance the other day, I think I owe Bradford and the team an apology.”

“I’m sure they’ll understand when they know what’s going on.”

I quickly shake my head, “No. They’re not finding out yet-” I hear him sigh as I’m speaking.

“-But Katy they’re your team they-”

I quickly finish off my sentence, “Not before I tell Sammie. I don’t want her to be one of the last to find out, Ol. If something serious like this happened to her, I would want to be one of the first to know - if not the first.” I tuck a fallen strand of my hair behind my ear. “And I will not risk the press getting ahold of this and her finding out through paps or something on the internet.”

I think Oliver notices me getting slightly worked up at the anxiousness of telling Sammie, when he appears at my side and places a gentle hand on the side of my face. He looks at me carefully and sends me a warm smile.

“Okay,” he whispers. “We tell nobody until Sammie knows.” Ol leans forwards, kissing my temple cutely, but as he goes away I latch onto his arm, pulling him back to me. My head immediately falls on his shoulder and my arms wrap tightly around his torso, as I enjoy the feel of his body against mine.

“I’ll be a few hours,” I say quietly, slightly disappointed that now I was going to have to let him go and be out of his presence for the rest of the afternoon. It wasn’t usually like this. I mean, sure I absolutely loved spending time with him and being in his presence as much as possible, but it seemed that now I was so vulnerable, being away from him seemed so difficult. I just wanted to hold him close to me and attach myself to him all the time. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby. Call me when you’re home if I’m not already here.”

I nod at his words, and at the same time we both separate, tearing our bodies away from one anothers’. Again, that feeling enters my stomach. I gulp away my tears. “I will do.” My body turns to face Lucas, as he sits there holding the spoon in one hand, his eyes glued to the television with so much focus and concentration on his face.