Forever Yours - Jamie Campbell Bower lovestory

Little Things - Chapter 38

A/N: More dialogue, soz.

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"What do you mean you have to leave?" I ask, walking into the kitchen where he's standing holding a letter.

"No point getting angry," He says, holding his hands up and dropping the letter on the bench, "It's not my choice, I just got a call today and was told that I had to be in Toronto in a week to start training,"

"I'm not getting angry but what do you expect me to do?"

"Stay here? Is that a trick question, I have no idea Jess, we can't always be around each other," He says, our voices raising slightly each time we speak.

Recently we've been arguing more. The premiere was 2 months ago and we were great for one month until we started arguing about the little things and things that ultimately didn't matter. But this was different.

"Well, staying here will be boring, won't it?"

"Why is that? I didn't mean in the apartment the whole time you can go out and do what you would normally do back home-"

"This is home," I say softly,

"Well in Australia then,"

"There's only one problem," I say, walk to the other side of the bench where he is standing and I lean forward onto it.

"Only one?"

"Shut up," I snap, "I don't know anyone here, Jamie. You're the only person who I would go out with or talk to,"

"Well then maybe it's a good thing," He says, "Go and get a job, make some new friends so I'm not the only one you can talk to,"

"It's kind of hard to get a job if I'm not actually British!"

"Well then go back to Melbourne," He snaps, "You can come back when I've finished filming and we can pick up where we left off,"

"Pick up where we left off?" I ask, moving so I'm now on his side of the bench, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Not what you're thinking I just meant that we can continue to live together when I'm finished,"

"When you're finished," I snigger, "So I just dropped my whole life back 'home' as you call it, for you to be too busy?"

"We've been in each other's pockets for months now! Months! I do have to return back to normality at one point,"

"Well, you could do it without being so rude," I say, taking a step towards him and he rolls his eyes and runs his hand through his disheveled hair.

"Why do we always argue over the littlest things, this so did not need to happen and now you've gone and made a huge thing out of it when all it needed to be was a small conversation,"

"I've made it a huge thing? Sorry for not wanting you to go and leave me all alone in a city I don't know," I say as he takes another step towards me and stares me down.

"It's not like I want to leave you I just have to!" He says spitting out 'want' and 'have'.

I sigh and continue to stare into his blue eyes not knowing how to end this conversation or argument. Whatever it is. I don't want it to continue.

"Maybe I'll go back to Melbourne then," I say in a whimper.

"Maybe that's a good idea,"

"What's wrong with you?" I ask, squinting my eyes, "ever since we got engaged we've fought over the stupidest little things and you've been so snappy over every little thing that happens,"

"Nothing's wrong with me Jess, I'm just trying to get back to routine and I'm not used to having you around!"

I walk past him and bump his shoulder with mine as a pathetic little way of showing my frustration. I walk into his room and pull my duffel bag out of the cupboard and shove the basics in. He walks into the hallway and watches me storm into the bathroom to grab my toiletries.

"What are you doing?"

"Going back to Melbourne," I say, avoiding his eyes, "thought you said it was a good idea,"

"Yeah, so you're not here all alone! I don't want you to go yet," He says, his tone turning desperate.

"Well, I'll go now so you have a week to get back to routine,"

I go to walk past him but he grabs my arm and stops me,

"You're being silly, stop packing and come back into the lounge room," He says staring me down once again.

"No," I say, my eyes locking on his, "Let go of me,"

His hand doesn't let go of my arm and I try to pull away but he doesn't let me go. Tears of frustration and sadness spring to my eyes and I try with all of my might to get my arm out of his grip, but still. He doesn't let go.

I accidentally back into one of the walls trying to free my arm and I give up, sliding down to the ground, bawling.

"Jessie," He says, crouching down, extending his hand to wipe a tear off my face.

"Don't touch me," I say as I slap his hand away.

He pauses and his eyes search my tear stained face, "Don't leave me," He whispers, re-extending his hand out and gently cupping my face, his thumb rubbing over my cheek, "I'm so sorry," He says, tearing up himself, but no tears fall, "I'm so so sorry I cause you this much pain,"

His hand drops and he slumps out of his crouching position and sits next to me against the wall.

The tears still fall down my face and I try to stop them by staring up to the ceiling and peeling my eyes open.

"Jess," He says and I continue to look up, "Please,"

I blink the tears out of my eyes and look at my hands, sitting in my lap.

"Please stop arguing with me," I manage to whisper out, "I do the best that I can to fit into your life J, I swear," I say and my head falls onto his shoulder and my tears soak his checked shirt.

His arm finds it's way out of the middle of us and around my shoulders and we sit there for hours, just with him holding me and me occasionally crying.