Love On Tour (Book 2)

Under The Stars

(Jamie's POV)

She's gripping my arm so tightly, but she doesn't need to. I'm not going to let her go again.

We walk up the spiral staircase together in silence, but it's comfortable. Like it used to be.

When we reach the top, I pull out a small box from my pocket and show her the green corsage.

She chuckles, "Are we going to prom?"

"Nah, prom's overrated," I say as I slip it onto her wrist.

I hold open the door to the conservatory and let her step through. I can't help but smile when she gasps.

"Jamie," she whispers. "It's beautiful."

There's a blanket and picnic basket lying on the floor in the middle of the room, and the roof has been opened up to reveal the stars. There's no-one here to see it but us. It's perfect.

I go over to the corner where an old fashioned stereo has been placed and play the CD of love ballads and slow songs. I hold out my hand.

(Y/n's POV)

When I take his hand, he gently pulls me so I'm flush against his chest, and together we sway to the music.

"Jamie-"

"Shhhh. Not yet."

So I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head against his chest. He smells familiar. He feels familiar. It's comforting.

I don't know how long we dance for, but eventually he turns me around, places one hand on my hip and uses the other to point upwards.

"Ready?"

"What for?"

"Any second now...."

We're both staring up into the open night sky, when a flurry of shooting stars pass over our heads.

"Make a wish," he whispers to me.

I'm pretty sure we both wish for the same thing; for us to be okay.

He leads me over to the blanket and guides me down to the floor. He takes out strawberries and sandwiches, just like we had when we first went to the beach together.

Then he takes out the silver ring that I had given back to him.

"Jamie-"

"This is not me proposing. This is a promise. You want to take this slower, and I can do that. We can go as slow as you like. I just don't want to lose you again. So this is a promise ring; a promise that one day, when you're ready, I'll ask you again. If you say yes, the green ring will go back on your finger."

"You'd do that? You'd wait for me?"

"I would do anything for you. Because I love you."

"I love you too." My eyes swim in tears as we kiss under the stars.

A little while later

(Jamie's POV)

We're both a little tipsy on champagne, but we're happy. And that's all that matters.

"Will you come back with me tonight?"

"But my things-"

"We can get them tomorrow. Please? Stay with me?" I kiss her in-between each sentence.

"Okay," she nods and kisses me back.

My next words slip out before I can stop them. "You'll have to mind the glass on the floor."

"What? Why's there glass on the floor?"

Fuck. This is why I need to stay away from alcohol.

"Jamie, what happened?"

I sigh. "Sam came round to see where you'd gone. We were talking about what happened and I threw my glass across the room." I don't look at her. I don't want to see her reaction.

But I'm surprised when she takes my hand. "It's alright. Everything's gonna be okay now."

She starts to shiver from the cold.

"Here," I say as I take off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders.

"Come on, the car will be here soon."

She yawns as I help her to stand up, and I gently kiss her on the head before we make our way downstairs.

The next morning

It feels good to wake up next to her again. It feels right.

I leave her to sleep for a while longer, and I find my phone lying on the counter in the kitchen. There are several texts from Mum, Sam and Cynthia.

Morning sweetheart, hope all went well last night, don't forget to pack everything before we leave x

Yo J, get your butt over to my room as soon as you get this.

Jamie, darling, the gigs have been a massive hit. Off to Birmingham today, do a few shows, then in two days we're off to Manchester. Rest up!

The one that gets to me is Sam's. He always says 'ass', not 'butt'.

I just shrug it off.

With y/n still sleeping, I put on some clothes and quietly leave our room to go to Sam's.

"Knock knock brother," I say as I walk into his room.

And who do I see sitting on the edge of his bed?

Lily.

Fuck my life.