You're My Missing Melody - A Greyson Chance Love Story

Chapter 18: You Take Me To Camden Town

The next morning, I woke up to Greyson singing softly in my ear. Our first night in London was amazing, because the bed was like sleeping on a cloud, and cuddling with Greyson Chance? Believe me, it's very fun.

All joking aside, I'm not one of those celebrity's girlfriends who tries to rub it in everyone's face. I mean, I love Greyson, and I love how his fans now know, but we haven't really tweeted much since it, and we haven't really done anything since Ellen. Except come to London, but that's besides the point.

"Ready for a day of touring?" Greyson asked, throwing on his leather jacket. He always had to wear it, no matter how hot it was outside.

I just found it adorable.

I nodded, slipping on my Converse. Skinny jeans and my old Beatles t-shirt, a typical outfit in the clothing style of Melody Rana.

Greyson and I seemed to share similar taste, because he was basically wearing the same thing.

"You want to wear my shades?" He asked, extending out his hand which grasped his black sunglasses. I shrugged, taking them and adjusting them on my face.

"You look adorable in them," he said, kissing my nose. I laughed a little.

"You always say that,"

"And I never lie,"

My reply was sticking my tongue out at him, and that just resulted in Greyson chasing me out the door and down the hallway.

I give it a week before we get kicked out of this place.

Hands locked together, Greyson and I traveled down the streets of London. Our first stop was Camden Town. The whole way there we kept singing 'Little London Girl' and laughing obnoxiously. I'm pretty sure we got a lot of weird glares from the people walking along the streets, but it just made us laugh more. Nothing seemed to be able to ruin the moment.

Camden Town was beautiful. Multiple buildings painted of various colors side-by-side. Greyson and I didn't dare go in any of them, because it was crowded, so sadly our Camden Town visit was short.

We hitched a ride from one of the double deck buses and drove off to see Big Ben. Greyson told me how amazing it is to see with your own eyes, rather than through pictures. I guess I would have to see for myself.

Sure enough, Greyson kept his word.

The sun's ray shone perfectly against it, causing it to shine. It really was beautiful, as weird as it is to say for a clock. We were also near the London Eye, which I honestly wanted to ride a little bit. But rides last like half an hour on that thing.

Greyson pulled out his phone, a smiling forming on his lips. "Come on... you know I have to,"

Playfully, I rolled my eyes and smiled. Greyson took a photo of us under Big Ben and tweeted it out to his fans. He did that almost every time we were together, but I didn't mind.

After I took some photos of my own, Greyson took my hand and we walked down the road.

"Say... Greyson?" I asked.

"Yes, Melody?" He looked over at me for a second, then looked back to the crowded sidewalk.

"Should we like... somehow talk with your fans about our relationship?" I questioned, biting my lip a bit. "I mean, the only thing they have heard of it was through Ellen,"

Greyson stayed silent for a moment, probably conjuring up the pros and cons of the question. I believed I had a point, right? His fans had the right to know about our relationship. Either way, once you make something public, it's nearly impossible to take it back.

After a few shoulder bumps, we made our way to a small cafe off the corner. It wasn't nearly as crowded. The scent of coffee beans filled my nose, and I loved it.

We sat down in a booth in the corner. Greyson reached across the table and took my hands in his.

"About what you said out there..." he started, biting his lip. Which I found completely sexy, by the way. "I agree with you, but I'm not exactly sure how,"

"We could make a YouTube video or something," I suggested.

Greyson nodded. "Maybe we could do a Spreecast; my fans have been tweeting me nonstop about doing one again,"

"Good idea," A smile formed on my face as I looked into Greyson's eyes. He leaned across the table and pecked my lips.

"Tonight?" he whispered. I nodded and he kissed me again.

When we left the coffee shop, Greyson took my shopping. I bought so many shirts with the British flag on them, I don't even know if it's legal. I also got more Beatles shirts.

Yes, I have a Beatles problem. Don't judge me.

We ended up taking a bus back to the hotel at around four. On the way home Greyson tweeted out, "Spreecast in an hour! (:"

When we got back to our room, I dropped my newly purchased items on the floor and flung myself across the bed. Greyson laughed, moving my stuff over to the dresser.

"Tired?" he asked, and I just nodded, groaning into the mattress. Greyson came over and lie down next to me, pulling my hair away from my face and kissed my neck.

I rolled over and looked up at Greyson. The light hit the back of his head, shadowing his face, but that perfect smile of his still shone brighter than the stars.

After I sat up, Greyson wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my neck.

"I love you, more than anything," he whispered in my ear. Butterflies flew through my stomach like they did on our first date.

I turned my head a bit. "I love you too," and kissed his lips.

"We have an hour until we do the Spreecast, what do you want to do?" He asked, pulling his arms away from my waist as I turned around.

We ended up ordering Chinese food and changed into sweat pants.

Because that's the kind of elegant couple we are.