Addiction ||BWWM|| Book.2

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝟮

𝗝 𝗔 𝗞 𝗘

Exhausting. Another night, another four hours of in-and-out sleep because of the terrors, more running around to do because there's a two hour show tonight and then a flight tomorrow morning back home . The shows are the highlight of the day so the work is worth it. Belgium has been wonderful, it's such a beautiful place and so peaceful to see. They love a good show here but Houston always shows out for us. We'd usually have a stop in London but no show there sadly just a flight home for our last show, two award shows and then some downtime.

I haven't made use of my downtime in years. No use really, I see my family and friends often enough so there's nothing I can spend my free time on besides Vito and something about strumming a guitar. The guitar shop runs itself fine with the managers and they're all "get some rest Mr.Vandle. You just toured, take some time off we can handle it."

It's not them that needs the help. It's me. My mind is a one way street. Her. Goodness I go stiff even thinking about her. Call me a stalker but I know her every move. Her work, her podcast location, her address, her favorite cafe, her last vacation spot and travel spots for work. I check her social media often enough to know that podcasting has gotten her a hefty amount of followers. Personality, beauty, intelligence, funny and loves animals ? Of course people love her.

At first I couldn't handle it. My mind couldn't fathom the thought that my Love had been wondering around London looking that gorgeous. I can imagine the guys chasing after her and it boils my blood but I couldn't get her out of my head. It's just safest I know everything and nothing about her dealings. It got to the point that I wanted to shut her out of my life but I can't. I've listened to every podcast she's in and her voice is still so soothing.

How could I have forgotten anyway? She's in my dreams every night. Every. Single. Night. I see her face. That face, and then it's gone again, my own memories snatch away my happiness. It's her eyes that I see clearest. Those precious green eyes that look like marbles with a fresh gloss layer like her pretty lips. Oh and that brown skin. God that brown skin it weakens me through memories. I can't let her go. She won't go away and I can't fight it hard enough. I miss her. I need her. I'm going insane without her. Literally.

"J.V ! Ready brother ?" The knocks at my door belonged to my bestfriend, Dunner.

"Shit" I mumbled. "Coming !" I grabbed my suitcase of clothes and my backpack with essentials and left out of my room.

"Mr.Vandle ? Tea ?"

"I appreciate the commitment Angela but no thank you. You should have it for yourself"

"Your voice—"

"Is fine. Drink your tea"

"Yes sir" She clamped her lips onto the cup of tea and continued her walk.

"You don't have to 'sir' me. We're four years apart"

"Gotcha" She nodded.

"You're killing her Jake. Just let her give you some tea"

"Danny you have the tea. I appreciate everyone's effort but I'm not handicapped. I'm well and can do things for myself"

"Did you ?" He asked in a whisper.

"Hell no. Malory is way past his years in therapy. Ms.J ought to be ashamed for even leaving me with that asshole while she's on maternity leave. I like babies too"