Forever Yours - Jamie Campbell Bower lovestory

Sick - Chapter 41

A/N: I feel like I put a lot of dialogue in this because right now I'm doing a film course and we're working on script writing so I apologise... but then dialogue is good I think so idk guys - anyway, enjoy!

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It's almost half way through Jamie's filming period and I've been doing pretty well on my own in London. I got a job in a local bar and work thursday, friday and saturday nights behind the bar and I've made quite a few friends - well, just enough so that I don't die of boredom.

Jamie's bed feels too big now, though. With only one person in a queen sized bed, I tend to get lost and I've fallen out of bed numerous amounts of times because I don't know where I am and how close I am to the edge.

We've been talking pretty regularly and he seems to be missing me just as much as I'm missing him.

It's a pretty average Monday morning really, nothing too exciting.

I am lying in bed, looking around at the dimly lit room thanks to the gaps in the curtains letting stray sun light, giving the room a slight yellow/orange haze. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling before feeling an overwhelmingly painful, sharp pain in my abdomen. I sit up quickly and get extremely light headed as I do and make a dash for the bathroom before throwing up what's left of last night's takeaway.

"Stupid food poisoning,"  I mutter, hunched over the toilet bowl.

The beeping noise coming from my computer signals an incoming call. I look over to the small clock on the bench and realise this is a common time for Jamie to call.

I press myself up and try to control the nausea and sickness feeling before sitting at the table and clicking answer.

I slump forward and rest my head on my forearms, trying to control my breathing.

"Hello?"

I groan in response and fractionally lift my head so he can see me.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asks,

"Sick," I moan, the disgusting feeling that I'm about to throw up again returning.

"What from? Are you okay?" He frets, panic present in his face,

"I don't know, probably the takeaway I had last night. I'll be fine," Just as the words leave my mouth I feel the acid rising up in my throat and make another dash for the bathroom.

Upon my return, Jamie is looking on his phone.

"I'm back," I mumble and slump my head against my hand, "I miss you,"

He chuckles and looks lovingly at me, "I miss you too,"

"I have to hold my own hair back now," I complain and he laughs even harder, "This is not a laughing matter Mr Bower,"

"I'm sorry, almost halfway though, not long to go,"

"I know, but you know what I remembered?" I ask, feeling a little bit better, "That our 1 year anniversary is in, like, 6 weeks," I say, "And you're not back for 9,"

He sighs and nods, "I know. But I'll make up for it when I get back,"

"It's okay, there'll be plenty more to celebrate," I smile, "look, I'd love to chat but I'm really not feeling well and I want to go lie down,"

"Of course dear," He murmurs, "I wish I could be there to help you get better,"

"You're having fun, that's the main thing," I smile, "I'll call you on your phone later maybe,"

"Deal,"

"See you later," I smile, moving the mouse to the end call button.

"Love you,"

"Love you too,"

And with the click of a button the call ends.

I stumble over to the couch and flick the TV on to a random channel. Another pain shoots through my stomach and I cry out, curling up into a little tiny ball.

I reach for my phone which is sitting on the coffee table and dial my friend, Julia's number. She's sort of been like a big sister to me since I've met her.

"Hey Jess, what's up?"

"There's something wrong,"

"What? Are you okay?"

"My stomach," I manage to whisper out.

"Jess, I can't hear you,"

"My stomach!" I say, a mix between a cry and a scream.

"Okay okay, I'll come over now, what do you want me to bring?"

"Something, anything to make it stop," Tears well and truly making their way down my face now.

"Alright hun, it's okay, I'll see you in a second,"

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"Thank god you're here," I mutter, as I open the door for Julia with my right arm, as I'm hunched over my stomach, clutching at my side with my left arm.

"Oh Jess, come on, sit down. I bought some stuff to help,"

She throws a bag on the dining table and pours the contents out on the table.

A few boxes of pills and an unmistakable slimmer, more rectangular box. A pregnancy test.

"Why did you get this?" I ask, waving it up.

"Because, maybe it's morning sickness,"

"I'm not pregnant Jules,"

"You never know,"

"I would know, it's been 2 months since I've done anything, you'd think I'd realise if I missed 2 months of my cycle,"

"Better to be safe than sorry,"

I open the packet of tablets that promote 'targeting stomach pain' and dry swallow two without even thinking.

"You're a life saver," I say to her as she walks over with a glass of water,

"I know," She smiles, and brushes the hair back off my face.