Chapter Thirty-Two
Roxy’s POV
He tossed his bags into the trunk of the black car and lifted his hat from his head before tucking it back over his shaggy hair. There was an unspoken agreement between us that this send-off would be an easy one. This was only a teaser, a full-on tour scheduled for later this year. We’d save the tears and the letters, and the perfume-sprayed teddy bears for then. He leaned up against the door, and I centered my hips to his as he pulled me into his chest, my face getting lost in the folds of his hoodie.
“Have fun.” I said. “Bring me back a souvenir.” He smiled and laid his lips on the top of my head.
“I’ll call or text you when we get there.” He lifted the handle on the door and tossed his backpack onto the seat. “And if O2 coverage is dodgy, I’ll just DM you on Twitter.”
“Ni.” I squinted, the sun in my eyes as I smiled up at him. “I know.”
“Sorry.” He mumbled. “I’m bad at this.”
I held the door to the car and tilted my head, signaling it was time for him to get into seat and be on his way. He pulled his legs in and I bent into the opening to pull the seat belt across his chest. The buckle clicked and I tugged the strap. “All set.” I said, only a few inches between us. He weaved his fingers into my hair and pulled my lips to his.
“Love you.” I whispered. “Be good.”
“Love you, Rox.”
I slammed the door shut and watched as the car drove slowly toward the gate. Once he was out of sight, I let out my breath and turned back toward the door, my shoes crunching on the gravel. It always felt a little strange to be alone in his apartment. But, it was a lot nicer than mine, and I intended to enjoy it. The first order of business would be to tidy up.
I stood in front of his cabinet full of electronic things before finding the correct jack and clicking the wire into the port on my laptop and sat down on the floor to look for the perfect playlist to get my ass in gear. I called up Twitter, my followers increasing by fifty in the four seconds between two refreshes. Whoa. This would be my first tweet to my new audience. My fingers rolled over the keys.
Rox! @CollMeRoxy
Soundtrack of the day provided by @Pandora_Radio. Motown? Yes Please!
I loaded the 26 new tweets, and scrolled to the bottom. I really was the queen of procrastination.
Liam Payne @Real_Liam_Payne
Leavinn on a jet planeeee1111!!! (:
I smiled as I continued to scroll up, stopping briefly at my brother’s photo of him and his friend singing karaoke and then moving quickly through the random comedians and actors I follow. The next five tweets were signed Retweeted by Niall Horan. My face grew hot reading what he chose to re-broadcast to millions. My finger moved slowly on the touchpad, soaking in each kind word.
Niall Horan @NiallOfficial
Lovin the nice things you are sayin about Roxy ! Amazin ! Best fans on the planet
I closed the window quickly, and set my laptop on the ground. The Temptations were blasting through the speakers, and I buried my face into my knees. Thank God I was all alone. My face just might fall off from smiling. His tweet was ingenious, cleverly endearing himself to the people who are supportive, while at the same time confirming our relationship. I wondered for a moment if he had thought to do that himself, or if it was another of Eleanor’s suggestions. Either way, I left my body for a moment. This was just plain crazy.
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