The Interview.

Chapter Seven

The weeks flew by and Chris and I spent Christmas together. Things were going really well between us. We hadn't done anything, y'know, serious yet. I guess he wasn't ready but I totally understood given what had happened to him in the past. It was a typical Wednesday afternoon in the office, slow. I was tired and wanted to go home. My phone rang in my bag.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi." It was Chris. His tone wasn't loving or gentle, it was cold and hard. I was shocked. "I need to see you, as soon as possible, as in, now. Please. I can't say what I've got to say to you over the phone."

"Oh, well I, I finish at erm. Four."

"Can you get off earlier? Three? I have things to do..."

"I'll try my hardest, I'll text you when I get home. What's up?"

"I'll tell you later. Bye." He hung up. I felt a lump in my throat and started to cry. What was up? If it was something good to tell me over the phone he wouldn't have sounded so emotionless or like he was talking to a stranger. My boss walked over to me.

"What's up?" She asked. I thought quickly.

"That was my mum, my, my, uncle just died..." I stuttered, trying to sound convincing.

"Oh, how awful. My condolences, go, go, take as much time off as you need." She smiled and patted me on the back. I grabbed my things and hotfooted it to my apartment, I tidied away a few stray items and grabbed my phone to text Chris. I sent it. And waited.

Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door. I slowly walked to it, trying to compose myself and trying not to cry. I opened it slowly.

"Hi." He stated.

"Come in." I replied, he walked through the door, not making eye contact and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"Chris...Chris...what's up?" I stammered, really trying to hold the tears in. What had I done? He'd just looked at me like he didn't know me at all.

"I've realised that I can't love you in the way you deserve, I'm not ready for a full blown relationship yet and to be honest, I'm not sure I can ever put all my trust or all my love into one person again, I can't do it."

I stared at him open mouthed. "Bu-bu, wh-what brought this on?"

"I'm going away tomorrow. For three months, on tour. I don't want to leave you hanging for all that time." I started to sob now.

"But...I love you...I love you so...so...much...I would...never...ever...do...anything...to...hurt you...I'm...I'm not like that." I was hysterical, it felt like my world was tumbling down all around me.

"You probably aren't but, I don't think I can do it."

"I'll...wait...as long as you need..."

"Forever?" 

I looked down and twiddled my thumbs, biting my lip trying not to cry again.

"I'm sorry. I am, it wasn't meant to be. I have to go and get everything sorted for my travels. I guess, I'll see you soon."

He walked out as I collapsed, sobbing. Why? Why did he do this? Why couldn't he trust me? I didn't eat anything, merely sat on the sofa alone sobbing my heart out for the one I loved.

That night I lay in bed, I'd managed to stop crying but I lay there, reliving all the old memories and hugging the other pillow imagining it was Chris. I felt sick, like there really was a real bereavement in my family. He said he'd see me again but I knew in my heart of hearts this was the end. He was some big rock star and I was just me, little, boring me with her heart torn into a million pieces. I drifted off into a light sleep.

BANG BANG BANG.

I blinked to a wake and groaned. Who would be knocking on the door at 2:30am? It was heavily raining.

BANG BANG BANG.

Must be really urgent, who ever it was obviously wanted my attention. I sighed and slipped my dressing gown on before walking towards the door.

BANG BANG BANG.

"Okay! Okay! I'm coming! Who is it?" I shouted into the darkness

"It's me." That familiar deep voice spoke to me. It was him. He'd come back for me. I opened the door and he flew into my arms as we held onto each other and cried together. I buried my head into his wet shoulder. "Shhh...shhhh" he soothed me as he stroked my hair and kissed my head. "I'm so, so sorry. I was such a jerk. I realised that I do love you so much, and I am prepared to trust you. I love you." He whispered

"I love you too, Chris." I managed to get out a reply.

"Come away with me." 

"What?!"

"Come on tour with us, come on, it's all over the place, it will be exciting."  He released me from the hug as he spoke, his arms were round my waist and his big blue eyes were alight with excitement.

"What the hell! Let's go!" I shouted. He grinned and kissed me longingly and passionately before pulling away and whispering in my ear "Come on, we'll be late." I grinned and ran into my room.

I threw some things into several bags as Chris sat in the kitchen with a cup of tea. I was bursting with joy, hours ago it had seemed like my life was over and now, it seemed like it was just beginning.

After a long flight we landed in America, this is where the tour was starting. Chris had told me with a straight face I saw right through  "the only room left is a double". Convenient. I wasn't complaining though...

He went to take a shower while I was hanging my clothes up in the wardrobe. I didn't hear him come out of the bathroom but I felt his long arms round my waist and his big hands on my stomach as he kissed me on the neck.

"Chris! You scared the life out of me!"

"I'm sorry I just couldn't resist such a beautiful girl..." He started to kiss my neck as I giggled.

"Oh Chris!" He spun me round to face him and started to kiss me harder and deeper. We broke apart gasping for breath. He led me to the bed and his hands snaked up my back, rubbing it, slowly he started to take my top off.

"Wait..." I gasped. He stopped instantly and retreated, worry written all over his face.  

"I thought this was what you wanted..." Chris whispered.

"I do, but are you ready? I don't want to if you aren't completely ready..."

"I am more than ready, darling. I know I'm in love with you." He smiled his angel's smile at me as he continued to kiss me all over. I gasped. He ripped off every piece of our clothing and slowly entered me. We gradually picked up the pace. I was left screaming his name. We flopped down afterwards completely breathless. Chris' beautiful blue eyes were closed and his muscular chest was heaving. I looked at him in awe, I felt like the luckiest person on earth. He opened his eyes and positioned himself so he could see me. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. "I love you with all my heart" He whispered, eyes filled with joy. "I love you too Chris, more than you can comprehend."

Finally, I felt like he was mine and I was his entirely.