You're My Hope for the Future

Chapter 4

The next few weeks seemed to fly by for the band, what with announcing the tour and then the publicity, on top of everything else they were all involved with.

It was now Christmas day. Paul was slouched in the armchair in his Mum's front room, utterly bored by whatever they were trying to pass off as entertainment for the evening. He took a sip of his beer and twiddled his phone in his hand. He'd been toying with the idea of sending a text to Hannah, but couldn't decide whether it was as good an idea as his heart said it was, or as spectacularly bad as his head was insisting. He'd heard from Jo, Bradley and Tina earlier in the day, so it wouldn't be too out of the ordinary for him to be sending texts on Christmas day.

Deciding he could just blame it on the drink, Paul tapped out a text.

Up in Great Yarmouth, Hannah yawned as her phone roused her from her snooze in front of the tv. She smiled as she saw it was from Paul and immediately opened it up.

'Hey Blondie. Hope you're having a good Christmas. It obvs won't be the best cos I'm not there ;P but hope you had a good day. Xxx'

A pleased smile appeared on Hannah's face as she read, softening as she noticed the three kisses on the end of the message. She tapped her fingers on her leg, trying to decide what to do, the same thoughts running through her head as had been through Paul's earlier. Just as Paul had, Hannah decided to send a text. She could always pretend she'd had a bit too much alcohol.

'Evening Pauly. Of course its been good, there's been choccy! Yeah, yeah, I'm sure it would have been much better! :D ;) xxxx'

The pair exchanged a few more innocent (ish) texts before Paul decided to be brave and take it a step further. He left the living room and headed to the hall where he knew his Mum had hung some mistletoe. He took a picture of the bunch hanging from the light and sent it to Hannah.

'Wish you were here :P xxxx'

He headed to the kitchen, too nervous about the reply to sit with the rest of the family. He didn't have to wait too long until his phone was pinging again.

'Bring it with you next time ;) xxxx'

Not wanting to ruin the mood, neither Hannah nor Paul sent any more texts that evening, wanting to hold onto the warm fuzzy feeling for a bit longer. Both were wondering when the other was going to realise what they'd done and try to take it all back.