Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Upstairs. Now.

She signed her text off with a simple 'x', and Brad felt like his heart was going to explode. And he also felt like his face was going to break in two from how much he was smiling. He didn't even notice his mum walk in.

"What's got you so happy?" She asked, snapping him out of his thoughts and making him instantly lock his phone.

"Nothing." He said, but he knew his mum saw through it. She gave him that look. "Luka." He smiled, unlocking his phone and reading her text again. He'd told his mum about Luka as soon as he walked in the door, and he knew that his mum knew it was something serious for him.

"You're going back tomorrow, aren't you?" His mum asked, with an odd expression on her face.

"Yeah."

"Seems like you want to go back now."

Brad shook his head and looked up at his mum.

"I have the whole tour with her. This is my time with you."

"True. But I've never seen you smile like that over a text, darling." She replied, kissing the top of his head and walking over to the fridge. "She seems like she's very important to you."

Brad thought about it. She did feel important to him. His mum was also right about him wanting to go back to her now. If he did, they'd have a whole extra day just them two, being together in the house with no one else interrupting. But this was his family time, his only family time for the next two months when the tour finished.

He looked back at the text. Then he looked at his mum. He made a decision.

Luka was trying to keep herself busy all day. She'd spent hours on that list, retyping it, editing it, deleting parts that didn't sound right, and it honestly took a lot out of her to send. Not because any part of it wasn't true, but because she hadn't had this kind of situation before.

She'd never had serious, long term relationships where she had to bare her soul like she was having to with Brad. Previously, she just said a few nice things, slept with them, and that was enough. But, she supposed, that was the thing with musicians. They spent all their time writing deep, intimate lyrics, so they are better at articulating themselves emotionally. And Luka was not articulate. Not with her feelings. The fact that Brad was being open and honest made her want to do that too. She just hadn't had any practice at it.

Which is why, when Brad didn't reply to her after she sent it, she felt a bit dejected. The little blue ticks were lit, meaning he'd read it, but he hadn't responded. Maybe he felt like he couldn't respond and was leaving it for a while? Maybe she said the wrong thing? She kept rereading her message, trying to find the part that would have upset him, but she couldn't find it. So, she decided to do a whole house deep clean. That usually chilled her out, and it always took up a good 6 six hours if she did it properly.

She did all the bedrooms, bathrooms and the music room downstairs before she heard the doorbell go. She huffed. She was sweaty and grimy from the housework, not dressed properly, and her hair was in a bun so messy she probably looked like she'd been dragged through a hedge. People didn't just come to the house without telling her first.

She stood anyway, pulling her gloves off then brushing her hands over her clothes to try and get rid of some of the dust, and pushed some stray hairs off her face. She headed to the door, already annoyed at whoever was disturbing her.

She was not expecting to see Brad standing in the doorway.

"Wha...what...how..." She stammered, which made Brad grin.

"I didn't want to wait until tomorrow." He said simply, before stepping through the doorway, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her. She squeaked from shock as he crashed their mouths together, but quickly melted into his touch. When he pulled back, she just blinked up at him.