Shedevil |Vamps|James McVey|

Chapter 9

Just like that, James fell into the routine. Whenever he was free, he'd text Charlotte to see if she felt like a little chat. She always did. When he wasn't working on his music; he was at the hospital, with her. But in his defense, she helped him with his music. It'd only been a few weeks but he's got journals overflowing with lyrics and songs, just for her. The songwriters were over the moon with new material and their management seemed to be fine with his sudden inspiration; so everyone was happy.

Even Charlotte was starting to feel better. She stayed out of bed longer and the two of them would take a stroll outside every now and then. James couldn't have been happier. Like now, after giving Brad and the boys a few more pages of lyrics he had penned a few days prior as he sat in her hospital room, he and Charlotte were watching some show on the television, not really paying attention.

He could tell she was nervous; her hands wouldn't stay still and she was fidgeting in her bed. He grew worried and asked her if something was bothering her. She sighed in defeat, he knew her too well.

"Listen, James," she started, trying to force the words from her mouth, "I just wanted to say that I'm, I'm really sorry about before. It completely tore me up, how I left you. God, James, you don't know how hard it was."

She couldn't finish. It was too hard. Charlotte knew that she had done the wrong thing, that breaking his heart only made it worse. But it was the only thing that could get him away from her while she tried to get better; while she fought to get better. And she was. She could feel herself getting better.

James couldn't stand to see her cry anymore so he moved over to the bed, situating himself so that he could wrap his arms around her small body. Her head was pushed against his chest and she calmed herself down by listening to the sound of his heart beating. It was just so familiar. He was familiar. He reminded her of home.

"Shh," he whispered into her hair, breathing her in like any blimey person would, she smelled so good, "It's okay. I get it now; why you did it. I don't blame you. I'd probably have done the same. Truthfully, I hated you for the longest time but now, it's like whatever happened between us wasn't even real."

"But still, I'm sorry for hurting you," she said, burying her face into his chest and feeling his arms tighten around her.

"I said it's okay, Char," he reiterated, looking down at the girl in his arms, "Plus, without that burning rage you gave me; I'd never have focused so hard on my music."

"Always looking on the bright side of things, aren't you?" she laughed, making James feel a bit better, "I'd like to meet them though. Your band mates."

"That'd be amazing, love," he agreed, excited at the prospect of his past and present meeting; it'd be an amazing future.

"When I get out," she nodded, smiling into him and she wrapped her arms around his torso, "Promise me I'll get to meet them when I leave this hellhole."

"I promise, Char," he kissed the crown of her head, smiling wide; he could tell she was falling asleep already, "Anything for you, babe."