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Chapter Fourty Six - Work

Fast forward my life four months.

Everything has been crazy. For a start I finally got my cast off! I can walk on my own again and actually do things for myself which feels awesome.

Dans had a birthday, he's basically an old man now, well, that's what I keep telling him anyway, though he doesn't appreciate it much... but come on, 23?!

Bastille have been out on the road constantly. I wasn't able to go on the last two weeks of tour with them around Europe because I had work things on, which I'll explain about in a minute, but it's been fourteen whole days since I saw those bright blue eyes and the excitement for Dan getting home is killing me.

Im sitting in work now... I should be writing up a review, but instead I'm practising my signature on the notepad in front of me, because, well... I'll be Mrs Smith soon! We haven't set a date yet but definitely next year.

Oh yeah, work! So I got a job in July, writing up reviews on gigs I've been to for Kerrang! magazine in London. It's been amazing and I've seen some really good shows, but the last three I had to go to clashed with the boys tour, so that's why I had to miss the end of it.

I've been face timing with all of them constantly, texting Dan, watching videos of the shows on YouTube. It looks like it's been amazing and I'm so gutted to have missed it, but hey, we can't all be rock stars for a living.

It's October 30th today. The guys get home tonight and we're going to a party in a friends house tomorrow night for Halloween.

The other exciting thing is that while Dan's been gone without me, I've been getting us moved into our new house.

After saying we only needed a one bedroom place, we've ended up going for a three bedroom place. There's a spare room for guests and I've taken over the other bedroom as an office.

We also have a basement, which I've (secretly) had converted into a recording studio/man cave for Dan.

I glance at the time on my Mac again. 5.02pm. Right that's it, I'm out of here.

I throw all my stuff into my bag and sling it over my shoulder as I make my way out of the office, shouting goodbye to a few people as I leave.

As soon as I get out of the building I grab a taxi and head straight home, I have less than four hours left and there's still things left to sort out!