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At Their Very Best (8.1)

A/N: Hey besties!! We're back and this one's another fun one for you! We were reminiscing about the UK tour writing this one, giving those good days a CSD twist and we hope you enjoy it loads. It was so much fun to write the shit everyone would get up to on the road, but can you believe this one was meant to be the end of this series? Mentalllllllll. Please make sure to check out the author's note at the end of this chapter as it's an important one. Thanks for reading! Enjoy! xx

~*~*~*~ 14th January ~*~*~*~

"Baby please."

The begging has been going on for about half an hour. It's come and gone in waves but Matty's getting more and more desperate and more persistent.

"Please baby, please." Matty pouts, looking pained now, "I need you."

You raise your eyebrows at him, in yet another way of questioning him. His arms are tight around your waist, not letting you move from straddling his lap because he thinks that will be how he gets his way.

"You're being so needy." You smirk, shaking your head, not giving in to his pitiful pleas.

"Please, please, please." He looks like he could start crying and it takes everything in you not to laugh. You try and push yourself up off him but he grips your hips even tighter, not letting you move an inch away.

"Matty." You sigh, your hands resting on his shoulders as you tell him, "I can't."

"You can." Matty changes tactics then and leans in and kisses his way up your neck until he's whispering in your ear, "Please baby, I really want you to come."

"No," You grab a handful of his curls then and pull him back so you can look at him and say, "I can't come on tour with you Matty."

Your boyfriend whines, "But you said before I even asked the question that you don't have anything planned until you go to Copenhagen in February. And you're coming to half the fucking dates anyway. Please."

"I will be in the way." You shake your head.

He promises, "You won't!"

"Matty, I would be like a spare part, not to mention your tour bus would be full to the brim if I tagged along." You shake your head, not seeing at all how he could change your mind.

"You wouldn't," He frowns, silently scorning you for thinking like that before a hint of a grin comes to his face as he says, "And you'd be sleeping in my bunk, with me."

"That's going to be so comfy," You roll your eyes, "Two tall people in a coffin sized bunk for more than two weeks."

"Thanks for admitting I'm tall baby, but listen." He looks all proud of himself for his height for a second before he goes into getting his points across again, "We're in hotels in Cardiff and back home for Manchester so it's only like a week on the bus really."

"The bus isn't the issue Matty." You sigh, giving him the honest answer, "The issue is I'll be in the way, feeling useless."

The bunk wouldn't be an issue for you at all. You both practically sit on each other's lap when you're with no other company anyway so sharing a small bed will be the least of your worries. You just know that you'll feel useless and that you're a hindrance to things running smoothly.

"Charli's coming," Matty raises his eyebrows, "You saying she's useless?"

"She has musical value." Your excuses fall easily from your lips, but you can't help but smile at the way he's begging, "Can't you just be happy with me coming to the dates I'm already coming to. You'll see me every five days."