His Last Chance

Chapter 28

"So why did you leave?"

My legs are wrapped around his waist, my arms are loosely around his neck so I'm not strangling him, and my face is buried in his neck, breathing in his familiar smell.

Alcohol makes me too affectionate.

"Leave what?"

"Me. In the studio."

"Mmmm, because."

"Because what?"

"Memories."

"Good memories or bad memories?"

I try to shrug but it feels really sluggish and slow. "Both."

"...... Is it because of what I said?"

"Uhhhh, remind me what you said?"

He pauses and twists his head to try and look at me, but my face is still hidden from him.

"That I still love you."

Oh yeah.

"Oh yeah, that. No that was fine."

He lets out a laugh, "It was fine? Well I'll say it more often then shall I?"

"I didn't mean 'it's fine' like it doesn't matter, of course it matters. It's just, that's not what made me freak."

"What did then?"

I try shrugging again. "I dunno. Just memories and shit about Ollie. Like it's still fresh, you know? I'm not in love with him, but I think I love him the way I love Martin. And I never wanted it to end the way it did, so I just feel a bit....... Sucky."

"Sucky? Is that the technical term for it?"

"It's my technical term," I giggle. "Like when me and you broke up, that was really sucky."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I let out a contented sigh and look around at the trees that go past as he keeps carrying me. "If I get too heavy then you can literally just drop me, I don't care."

"Y/n, I'm never gonna drop you. You know that right?"

"But what about when we get to Martin's? And then tomorrow? I mean, I can't stay on your back forever."

It's his turn to sigh, but it's more sad and tired than mine was.

"I don't just mean I literally won't drop you. I mean I feel that we've been given a second chance. And I want to take it, obviously if you want to too. But I honestly do love you and, if you give me another chance, then I'll never let you go again."

This man cares about me so much. More than I think I ever imagined. And I know, I just know, that that's never going to change.

"Jamie....."

He keeps his head facing forward, but I can see his cheeks are flushed red from the embarrassment of being completely genuine.

I gently brush back his blonde hair and press a kiss to his cheek. "Jamie?"

"Hmm?"

"Put me down."

He twists his head round. "No, it's okay. We're nearly there."

"Put me down, Jamie," I say softly.

He looks confused, but slowly lowers me to the ground, and I hobble round to his front to face him. I have to lean on one foot to avoid the pain.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I promise." I bring my hand up and gently stroke his cheek with my thumb, and he closes his eyes at the gesture.

"Y/n...." he whispers.

"Jamie. I love you too."

He shakes his head slightly. "You're drunk, you don't know what you're saying."

"Look at me, Jamie."

His eyes slowly open, and his shining blue eyes meet mine.

"I know exactly what I'm saying. I don't think I ever really stopped loving you. There was too much between us before all the shit happened for those feelings to truly go away. And the reason I ran from you earlier was because I'm scared. I'm scared of my feelings, and I'm scared of getting hurt again."

"I wouldn't-"

"I know," I put my hand over his heart, and he puts his over the top to hold it there. "I know you wouldn't. Ever. But I know how hard it is to try and please everyone, and there's gonna be people who don't like it, but I don't care. All that matters here is how I feel, and how you feel, and I feel as though me and you are meant to be together. I love you so, so much. I loved you so much that it would hurt to breathe. I loved you so much that I would think about you for years. I loved you so much that I ended really good relationships because they weren't you. They weren't. You. Jamie Campbell Bower, I love you regardless of your fame and your popularity and your success. I love you for who you are, and that's never gonna change."

By the time I'm finished, he's stood there in silence, shocked.

"Well.....?"

He sniffs and wipes both of his wet cheeks.

"Well, I think that I was supposed to be the one trying to win you over, not the other way around."

"What can I say?" I shrug with a grin. "I break stereotypes."

"And guess what? I love you for it."

He cups my cheek with one hand and leans in to kiss me.

There's no hesitation.

I kiss him right back.