The Ghost of You [COMPLETED]

Calming

You blinked as you stared at him, while he stared back at you with a perfectly patient, innocent expression on his face.

"So, what's on your mind?" He asked, his voice soft to match the quiet night air around the two of you.

You breathed in, then snuggled down onto your side and licked your lips, ready to talk.

"I don't think sharing a room was a good idea." Was the first thing to come out of your mouth.

"Already knew that, plus, it's a bit late."

"Seriously. I know you wanted to so we could chat, but what does it look like? Sharing a room with the ex that you've already kissed and admitted that...that there's still something there. It was idiotic."

"When am I ever not idiotic?"

"True." You chuckled a little.

"I did offer to swap though, if you really weren't comfortable you could have told me to go."

"I know...after you explained your reasoning I kind of...wanted to see what you wanted to say though."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm."

"You said before this was all just...lingering stuff from our past. Because it's all we've known each other as. Do you really think that's what this is?"

"I guess I'm trying to work that out, which is really difficult when we are around each other 24/7."

"Us being around each other isn't the only reason it happened."

"No I know. But it's made it worse." You pointed out. "It's given us too many opportunities to make mistakes."

"Would you have even thought about it if I hadn't kissed you in Paris though?"

"I...maybe." Then you thought about it some more. "Probably not. I remember after the club I kept thinking it was cos it was you, the alcohol, the club. I knew I never had any closure from our break up, so I put a lot of it down to that. But obviously there's...well, obviously I'm still attracted to you."

"You think I'm attractive?" He teased, making you smack his chest playfully. "No I get that, I mean, who wouldn't be attracted to this?" He grinned, lifting the covers up to gesture to his body.

"Arrogant little shit." You laughed as you tugged the covers back down. "I'm trying to be serious here!"

"Yeah well, we've never been all that serious together. Except when we argue."

"Which has been every other day on this tour." You pointed out. "And almost half our relationship up until that last....night." You choked out the last word, not meaning to say it, not intending to bring it up at all. His face dropped when he realised what you were referring to.

"It wasn't right, me telling you that right after...and I didn't mean to call you that. I didn't mean to say that you were sleeping around." He whispered. Your mouth felt dry at the fact that he so quickly knew exactly why you suddenly looked upset.

"You didn't, not in those words anyway." You muttered in response as you ran your finger over the sheets between you and stared at your hand as you did so.

"I basically did. It wasn't okay. I said a lot that I didn't mean, but that's one of the biggest things I regret saying to you, and it was because I was just...angry. Angry at everything. I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"No," He shifted forward, grabbing your face in his hands and forcing you to look at him. "I never should have said that. I don't think of you that way at all. I was mad at you, but that made it sound like I don't love you."