I Got My Heart On You (Ronan Keating / Michael Graham / Boyzone) Fan Fiction

Six

The following day, I got to the studio early. I wanted to make a start before Gregg arrived. 

I had some ideas in my head and I wanted to get them down on paper. I'd probably been there happily writing away for an hour or more, when there was a noise and suddenly another person was in the room with me.

"Morning Gregg" I said, not looking up.

"Hey Vic"

It wasn't Gregg. 

My heart almost stopped as I looked up and into his deep blue eyes. "Rick?" I whispered softly. He looked at me, in that way that he always had. A strange mixture of desire and admiration. 

But there was something else. 

Guilt? 

Concern?

"I'm sorry Vic" he said his soft American accent.

Damn him.

"What for?" I said sharply. I didn't need this now. I'd moved on, or at least I'd thought I had.

"Everything" he said quietly. "I know I was am absolute bastard to you" I swallowed and allowed myself to look at him properly. He was still as good looking as ever. 

He was staring back at me, almost begging me to forgive him. I met his gaze warily. He took this as a good sign and took the seat opposite me at the table. "Well, that's one way of putting it" I said finally, and smiled wryly at him. "I'm sorry Vic, I really am"

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Nothing Rick" I said quietly. 

"I've moved on" I lied.

"I think you should too"

"Even if we wanted to.."

"Which I don't" I added quickly. "We couldn't make it work. we live on opposite sides of the world and..."

"I've moved to the Ireland" he said suddenly.

What?!

I stared at him, "You've what?!"

"I've moved. To Ireland"

"Gregg isn't my main song writing partner anymore. I spend more time here than I do back in the US. So I've moved..."

"When? What? Why didn't Gregg say anything?" I stammered over my words, suddenly nervous.

"Because I didn't think it was my place" said a voice from the doorway. I looked up to see Gregg standing there looking at me concerned. I forced myself to smile at him, let him know that I was ok. But I wasn't.

"I'll leave you two to catch up a minute" I said. I got up from the table and grabbed my phone "excuse me a sec" I said, and ran from the room. I made it to the safety of the toilets where I leant back against the wall to catch my breath. 

Before I knew it I'd slid down the wall, and was sat on the floor, sobbing with my head in my hands. I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror and blinked away more tears. I looked a mess. I cleaned myself up then sat back on the floor, picked up my phone and dialled the familiar number of one of my best mates.

"Hey Kim, it's me"

"It's Rick.."

Kim calmed me down after I'd sobbed down the phone to her. She'd offered to come and see me. But I assured her I'd be fine. Kim was busy enough flying, without having to come and rescue me.

She said that I should maybe speak to Rick again, if I wanted to. She was the only person that  knew I'd never really gotten over him, so she knew I'd be doubtful when she said she thought that we needed to either agree to be friends or to maybe give it another go. 

I was non-committal and said I would at least to speak to him. But I wasn't promising any improvement on the current situation. Kim laughed when I said that, and I took that as an opportunity to change the subject.

"Anyway, sod Rick" I said slyly, "I have five Irishmen to drool over"

"Huh?"

I had told Kim about my new job, but hadn't told her about the Boyz, yet.