Will We Talk?

78- Rest

Sam's POV:

Rolling over and reaching for Evie sent my heart straight into my throat as I felt nothing there. Immediately, I sat up and called for her, checking my phone, that lay on the floor, for both the time and a message from my girlfriend. My eyes scanned the room as if she was actually going to be hiding at ten o'clock in the morning.

With that failed attempt of looking, I rose from the mattress and made my way into the living room where I assumed she'd be- no luck. Frantically, I rushed around the flat looking for her, until I came across the room. Like THE room. The baby's room.

She'd done this a few times before, but letting me know beforehand that she was going to go in. As I opened the door, I instantly took notice of her curled up on the floor, one hand on her chest and the other between her legs. Small goosebumps stood on her pasty skin, emphasising how cold she was. Red tracks ran down her cheeks: an obvious sign of the waterworks.

At that moment, I felt conflicted as to whether I should wake her up or leave her be. At that moment, I wanted to not leave to go on tour and stay home to take care of her. At that moment, I wanted to sit and cry with her, yet embrace her and tell her that its alright.

Eventually, I manned up and touched her freezing bicep to wake her up. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open before her hands rubbed harshly on them before covering her face with them.

"This wasn't intentional, Sam." she sighed, sitting herself up, "It was just there. And it felt like I should."

"It's fine. You don't need to explain yourself to me, Eves." I comforted, bringing her into my arms, flinching at the lack of body heat radiating from her, "You're baltic."

She shrugged, laying her head on my shoulder and pressing a kiss to my cheek, "It's comforting. Oddly comforting."

"That's fine, but I bet you're aching, eh?" I questioned, she softly nodded, "Breakfast and a film before I pack?"

"What do you think I'm going to say?" she replied with a sweet grin, "Howay."

*****

She lay on the sofa, throw over her body and eyes close to shutting, but I could see how desperate she was to battle the sleep and stay awake for the film. I was reaching over for the remote as she lay there, snacking on the sweets I'd just purchased for her. She looked so calm and content for the first time in ages, so much so that I actually started to relax more as she did. Then I remembered I'd have to leave her in a few hours.

Tour life was exciting yet exhausting, but at least I had Evie with me last time, serving as my chaperone in the end. It was so surreal as what I'd dreamed of doing as a teen was slowly coming true. Not only that, but the girl who I'd been waiting for was by my side as the biggest support system a boy could get. But she wouldn't be here physically, this time, rather close yet distant. She was mentally distant with herself at the minute.

Her feet sat atop my legs as her focus remained in one area for ages.

"Wakey wakey." I alerted her as her head snapped to look at me, "Brill, she's back in the room."

"I am indeed." she smiled, stretching her back and arms.

Her eyes seemed heavy and glossy- far from the bright and lively ones they'd once been. Nor was her smile normal either. It seemed put on and weakened. Don't get me wrong, she was still absolutely gorgeous, but she looked so ill.

"Are you sure you'll be fine when I'm gone? You don't seem well, babe." I questioned, placing one of my hands over her ankles.

Her smile faded, "I'm just tired, Sammy, I'll be fine in a few days. Takes me a while to readjust." she claimed, I nodded, "Now are you starting this film or no?"

*****

One film turned into another film, and another film turned into watching one episode of Peaky Blinders, which led to watching four episodes of Peaky Blinders, which led to the ordering of pizza and watching another film. This was the chill day the two of us needed to get back into the swing of things, and to get Evie back in gear.

Her head rested on my side as I slightly cradled her, my hand rubbing against her arm. It was clear in her deeper breathing that the long day of watching things and eating a mountain of food had made her tired. As I checked the clock, I took note of the 23:36, pausing and powering-off the TV, before picking my girlfriend up bridal style and taking her to bed.

God, does it feel nice to eventually call her my girlfriend again. It makes my heart happy. She was my sole form of happiness, and that month apart really helped me see that. From now on, I'm making it my goal to not ever hurt her again. Its my expectation that we're going to grow old together, make music together, have children, get married. All of that and together.

I lay her softly on our mattress, pressing a delicate kiss on her temple and headed back into the living room to tidy up the mess we'd made with wrappers and throws and cushions. Once I'd confirmed the curtains were shut, lights were turned off, and the door was locked, I took myself back to our room and settled next to Evie.

She acted as the little spoon as my hand lay on her waist, her smaller hand instinctively holding onto mine.

"Thanks for today, I needed it." she whispered, picking my hand up and kissing the top of it.

"It's my pleasure. I'm always here to make you feel better, its in my job title." I replied, "And also, I did it because I love you and care for you."

She nodded lightly, "I think I'm going to move back in with mam and dad when you're gone. Just to be on the safe side, y'kna."

"And I want you to go and see Cassie, yeah?" I mentioned.

"If that's what you want, I'll deliver." she mumbled, "G'night, Sammy."

"Night, Evelyn."