a/n: soooo eventually this book will end, and i already have another book in my drafts about wilbur, but i was wondering if anyone would wanna read it? idk if people would be tired of my writing style or anything lol sooo lmk!!
"Oh my God, you're Eve Hadley!" Wilbur grins. "Could I get your signature?"
I giggle and grab him in a hug. "I should've known! You couldn't last a day without me."
"Absolutely not," He kisses me as he walks me backwards into my room and shuts the door. "Your show was incredible. I'm so proud of you."
"Wait, you were there?" I stare up at him, my hands on his shoulders.
"I got last minute tickets for tonight. And... tickets for every single show."
I scan his face, waiting for a laugh to tell me he's joking. "What? Are you touring with me?"
"Maybe," He chuckles, giving me another kiss. "I didn't wanna be apart for even a month. I hope that's okay."
"Of course it's okay!" I smile, running my hand through his hair. "I just... thought you had to be busy with the band. I don't want to interrupt you guys, I know you're planning on having the first EP out in the next few months."
"I made a deal with them. I brought a mic to record and send it to them. Don't worry,"
"What kind of deal?"
Wilbur's grin slowly fades and he takes my hands off his shoulders, squeezing them. "Well, I need to talk to you about that."
"Oh?" I whisper, my heart starting to race. So does my mind, wondering what it could be.
He sits on the edge of the bed and I take a seat next to him. He places his hand on my leg and looks at me. "So, as you know, all of Lovejoy is from London, and each of us moved to New York to get a better chance of making it. Now that we have a band and without even releasing anything we have attention because of me, they've been wanting to move back to London. I argued with it a lot because I don't like it over there and I have you here. I don't wanna leave you. But then we made the deal where I could tour with you if I moved to London once it was over."
I feel my stomach drop as I stare at him. How could he make such a huge decision without even talking to me? We've been together for months now, we're serious enough to talk about things like that.
"Obviously, I want you to come with me. But if you don't want to move, I still have to go. So please, please come with me."
"Will," I whisper, staring down at his hand as I place mine over his. "That's a huge thing to just drop on me. I mean, my mom and my brother and Sofia are all within a few hours of me in New York. I can't just leave them behind."
"I know, baby, but I want you there with me. We could live in an actual house instead of an apartment. You know, we could... start our life there."
I look back up at him. "Wilbur, I'm 18. I think you forget that a lot. It was already a lot for me to move from Virginia to New York all by myself. I can't just move to London with my boyfriend and, like, settle down. I'm only 18."
He lets out a sigh and kisses my cheek. "Just think about it, okay? For now, let's enjoy your tour."
I'm still freaked out, but I just nod and smile. I can just hope that he'll change his mind, because I know I won't change mine. "So, uh, did David get you all the plane tickets, then? I hate how we're not doing a tour bus. And that we're doing it all in a month. It's stupid,"
Wilbur rolls his eyes. "Saves money, apparently. But yeah, I told David about it a few weeks ago. Only thing he couldn't help out on was tickets since they were already all sold out."
"Well, I'm very glad you're coming."
He nods and kisses my cheek. "Wanna go out?"
I cock my head to the side. "That's the first time you've ever asked me that. But no, I'm exhausted and need to shower."
"Need help?"
"Nope!" I giggle and walk to the bathroom. I turn the shower on then strip down, poking at blemishes on my face until the water is hot. I take my shower quickly, too excited to spend time with Wilbur. Once I'm done, I comb out my hair and pull on pajamas before crawling into bed.
"Hey pretty girl," Will says as he scrolls on his phone.
"Hey pretty boy," I reply, resting my head on his rising and falling chest. "I'm tired."
"Go to sleep, then."
I wrap my arm around his torso and my leg around his, closing my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
My alarm wakes us both up, our limbs all tangled together. Wilbur lets out a loud groan as he does whenever he's woken. I go to sit up but he quickly grabs me, pulling me back down.
"Just a few more minutes." He mumbles into my ear.
"Whenever you say that, a few minutes turns into a few hours." I push his arms off of me and stand from the bed, pulling him up as well as he whines. "Plus, we have a plane to catch."
"Let's just stay here." Wilbur wraps his arms around my waist and places his head in the crook of my neck, kissing my skin.
"A lot of people would be mad at me if I did that." I turn my face towards his and connect our lips for just a few seconds. "I'm gonna get dressed."
After many more kisses used as persuasion, I finally get Wilbur out to the car. We eventually make it to the airport and onto the plane after waiting a couple of hours, both of us napping during the down time. Once we're on the plane, Wilbur and I sit in one row of seats, Lindsey and Jacob right in front of us.
"They're my band," I whisper to Wilbur. "They're really nice."
He gives me a strange look. "That guy is in your band?"
I nod. "He's my drummer."
"I told David to make sure it was just girls. When I didn't know I was coming, I didn't want you to be alone with a random guy."
Now, I return the strange look. "You tried to control my band?"
"For your safety, obviously."
I grind my teeth together, knowing I can't start an argument while we're surrounded by others. "First of all, they're dating, so it doesn't matter. Second of all, I don't like you going behind my back. Just like with the London thing."
"I'm not forcing you to move to London. I'm just giving you the choice and hoping and praying that you'll go with me."
Once again, I just nod. I just nod and shut my mouth, putting my earbuds in and staring out the window. Is it normal to constantly want to argue with my boyfriend? I love him, though. I really do. And I know he loves me. He just feels... controlling, sometimes. But I remind myself I've never been in a serious relationship before besides him, so who am I to decide?
