𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝙿𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

Behind The Venue: Part 2

James come back home to ask you to stay with him 

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of sexual acts

Words: 0.9k

a/n: i did a poll on tumblr and people said they wanted a happy ending for this one; it took forever, but here's your happy ending

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You hadn't looked at any social media since finding out about James and Lily, nor did you want to. Giving James a chance to tell you everything was better than surfing through a whole bunch of pity, lies, and other crap on the internet.

You sent James a text—another thing you hadn't checked since—and told him the only way you were willing to talk about what happened would be if he came home in the middle of the boys' tour.

You honestly hadn't expected him to come back at all—let alone the next day—so when he showed up with a giant bouquet of pink roses, you reluctantly let him inside your shared flat.

"I'm sorry, my love. I came back so you could hear that." He told you, putting the flowers down on your kitchen table.

"No, you came back because you got caught with Lily Evans and I told you I wouldn't talk over the phone."

He slumped his shoulders and took off his backpack. Was that all he brought back? He dropped it onto the floor by his feet, but looked hesitant to do anything else.

"But I promise you I'm sorry. I'll explain everything."

Ignoring the flowers, you sat down on your couch and James followed, but stayed on the other side in case you didn't want him to touch you.

"How long has it been going on?" You asked sadly. Any preamble or excuses would just be bothersome, you just wanted to know the details.

"Not long. It was just after a show in Lisbon, I was really missing you and Lily said we should all go out to a bar to cheer me up. We got drunk and did some stuff, but we never had sex."

He knew that didn't make it much better, but he was going to drop every detail that could help his case.

"And how many times have you 'done stuff' since then?"

"Since Portugal, we haven't done anything more than make out. It was only a few times, and I felt like shit every single time." James admitted. "I should have told you—"

"Yeah, you should have." You told him firmly. You would have felt strong if it weren't for the shake in your voice with every word. "Instead, you let it get out to the whole world, and I had to find out through a bunch of your fans."

"I know. I was wrong. I'm a coward, my love. I was going to, but I kept worrying that you would leave me. I need you in my life."

"So much so that you went and messed around with her?"

"It was bloody stupid, I know. I already told her that anything we had is over, even if you don't take me back. But, please, I'll do anything for you to stay with me."

As much as you hated to admit it, he seemed genuine. Like he really was sorry about what he did, like he really did need you. It wasn't quite enough, but he was getting there.

"Was she the only one? This was the only time?"

James sensed that you were starting to accept his apology, but he wasn't going to smile and celebrate yet. "Yes, I promise. This was the only time it's ever happened and it'll be the last too."

"How do I know that, Jamie?"

"(y/n), I will let you cut my dick off if that's what you need to believe I'll never do it again." He used his hands to act out the idea he had just described and it made you laugh through your persistent teary eyes. "I'll let you keep my hands and feet tied any time I'm away from you?"

"Promise?"

"I promise. We aren't doing any more shows with her band anymore, and I want you to come on the rest of the tour with us. The Marauders don't need an opener, but I do need you."

You already knew what you were going to say, but it was fun to tease him a bit after what he did. "And what if I don't come with you? Then what would you do?"

"I won't do anymore shows." James said seriously. "I'll stay here with you. I'll make a million gestures to make it up to you—well, I'll do that anyways, but I'll just make a million gestures at home."

You scooted towards James' side of the couch and picked up his hand to fidget with it. "Okay. I'll come with you."

James needed to make sure he heard your mumbled words correctly and his ears weren't just telling him what he wanted to hear. "You will? Really?"

"Yes." You confirmed. "Mostly because your manager would be pissed and all your fans would be heartbroken if you missed all those shows."

You reached up to kiss him softly, thanking him for the apology and explanation.

"And you're not mad at me?" He asked as you kissed his cheek. "You forgive me?"

"I trust that you won't do it again and I'm staying with you, but you have a lot to do to make up for everything."

"I'll do anything." He leaned down to kiss you again. It was more passionate than when you kissed him; he knew he had a lot more to thank you for than you did to him.

He let off your lips and gestured to the kitchen with a nod of his head. "And you saw the flowers? You like them?"

You couldn't help but laugh at him. "Yes, James, I saw the flowers. They're very pretty."

"Good, 'cause there's a bouquet coming from every tour stop for you."

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