Head in the clouds.

Chapter Five.

Two weeks later.

How could everything have turned so bad, so quickly? Two weeks is 14 days, 14 days is 336 hours, 336 hours is 20,160 minutes, 20,160 minutes is 1,209,600 seconds. How much could really happen in 1,209,600 seconds? The answer is a lot.

Two weeks earlier.

The clouds drifted beneath me hugging the belly of the plane carrying it across the sky. I had never once felt more at peace then in that moment, but it had nothing to do with the way the air cut smoothly around the plane or the fact that they served delicious looking pizza two hours into the flight. I had never known that three words and one letter could make me feel happier then i ever could have imagined in any story or tale, To be continued x.

When the plane landed everything finally came back into view as i remembered that the world did not revolve around Cara, no matter how much i wish it could have. I was rushed by my new body guard, Christopher, a strapping young man with arms the size of my head and thick, scruffy black hair and gleaming green eyes. His voice much like Cara's was soft and comforting which is always a bonus when you're being dragged through an oppressive crowd of chanting fans and screeching paparazzi. Christopher kept his arm firmly around me as he parted the sea of people and stopped me from drowning within it. Passing face after face of people who knew more about me then i knew myself, a blur of different stories all molding into one. We made it to the car. He forced open the door and helped me inside where the noise of my success was muffled ever so slightly. After several tense minutes of camera flashes and shouts to "step back please, i don't want to get physical with you!" Christopher climbed into the car and we rushed towards the hotel.

I spent my evening staring out the window at the endless stream of rain drops falling from the sky. I was silently thanking England for having what many consider to be horrendous weather, the sun had become blinding and painful to bare, it was good to be home. Two days passed in the blink of an eye, with fan meet ups, signings and business meetings, i barely had time to think and with the little time i had left it was spent talking with Cara over the phone, but the distance was slowly becoming unbearable. All i wanted was to sleep next to her with her body fitted to mine, being able to watch her chest rise and fall as she takes each deep breath. Even my stupidly busy schedule didn't filter out my thoughts of her and i wondered obsessively if she was thinking of me too. Every person i met i saw her in them; a smooth soft voice, a casual wink, an joyful laugh, a skip in someones step, all plainly and painfully obvious to me and all leading back to her.

At about 10pm on the third day i was experiencing the most intense writers block of my life, my brain couldn't fit four words into a coherent sentence let alone create the draft of the first chapter of my next book. But as i lay with my legs stretching up the wall staring at the empty ceiling, three sharp knocks sounded at the door of my hotel room and the cogs of my brain began to spin as the sound echoed throughout the large open space. If each of my foot steps resembled thunder, opening that door would have been the lightning. I peered through the gap in the open door and squinted through the light. My eyes met with a bright pair of green eyes towering above my own.

"Christopher? What are you doing here?" A huge smile spread across his face, showing his white, straight teeth.

"I have a surprise for you." He ducked around the corner and i heard the muffled sounds of people whispering. After a minute i couldn't wait any longer, the suspense was killing me. I stepped out and looked down the hallway to find Christopher standing between Cara and the hotel manager i had talked to, quite extensively, on my arrival day about my privacy and security. Things looked to be getting heated and if it was anyone else i would have just gone back inside and let Christopher handle it but i couldn't contain myself.