The Interview.

Chapter Eight

I awoke to the sweetest face with the most gorgeous eyes you've ever seen peering down at me, watching me sleep. I melt inside...what could be better than this?

"Good Morning darling." He whispers before leaning down and pressing a tender kiss on my lips. My question answered. I smile and find my gesture returned on Chris' face in the form of his usual goofy grin.

"Morning." I yawn. "What time is it?"

"Eleven Thirty."

"You were watching me sleep?!" I chuckle

"You looked so at peace and adorable, I think you had a good dream because you had the cutest little smile on your face."

"Aw Chris."

"I love you so much. I'm so glad you forgave me and came because, well, even in those few hours I realised how lonely my world was without you in it."

"I'm never going to leave you and hurt you like that, I promise. I love and respect you too much for that...I don't know how anyone could do what people  have done to you. I love you so much Chris."

He smiles sweetly and strokes my hair before leaning in for a long kiss. I deepene it. His hands travel under my shirt. I grin. Maybe breakfast will have to wait...

As hard as it is to tear myself away from Chris and get out of bed we both know we have to. He has to do interviews and sound checks and whatever a band member has to do before an opening concert. As the hot jets from the shower rain down on me I consider everything I have to do today, a start was to get some American money. It wasn't really that urgent seeing as my hotel and food were being paid for by the band but I liked to have some, I couldn't rely on Chris for everything. I also needed to phone into work and my family, they were all going to wonder where I was. I very much doubted that work would let me have three months off. I got out of the shower and got changed. I walked into the bedroom to see Chris fishing around in the wardrobe for something to wear. Boy, is that a sight for sore eyes. He eventually settles on something and turns around to face me.

"Pervert!" He shouted

"Oh come on who can blame me?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Ooh I agree" He grinned "Sex God over here."

"Mmmhmm" I walk over to him and wrap my arms round his neck before kissing him. "A Sex God who's  going to be very sorry he made his girlfriend wait for breakfast for so long."

"Woah...girlfriend?!" He freezes and backs away from me. Shit.

"I just. I. Er. I. Well. I assumed aft...."

"Oh, love, it really is hilarious watching you squirm like that!" He laughs sweetly which obviously makes me crack up. "You are my girlfriend, well, only if you want to be."

"Yes I do, I really do! Oh god, I thought I'd messed up big time then."

"Well it's settled then angel." He kisses me again. "You said something about breakfast, come on let's go and eat, I'm famished."

I grab my bag and hoodie and slip it on while Chris turns off the light. He smiles at me and takes my hand as we walk out of the room. We go down several floors in the elevator to the restaurant. It is 1:30pm and breakfast had finished long ago, out of the corner of my eye I spot his bandmates sat at a table on their own. Guy was cracking a mad joke and the others were all laughing at him. Chris and I walk over there, I look up at him and he is beaming.

"Oh..here we go...at last." Jonny said as they all raise their eyebrows and give us knowing glances. We both laugh. 

"Grow up lads." Chris laughs. We pull up a couple of chairs and sit down.