It's been 2 months since I broke up with Tom, and they were the worst two months of my life.
I can't deal with the way I'm constantly reminded of him, like pictures of him on my Pinterest, his songs on my Spotify.. having a celebrity ex fucking sucks.
I don't mind the fact that I'm now recognized by the other boys in McFly, and sometimes invited for coffee.
That's why I click 'buy tickets' when a notification for a McFly show pops up on my phone this morning. I call out to my roommate. "Neve? McFly's in town tomorrow. Coming to the show?" "Hell yeah!" She runs into the room, grabbing her debit card. I shake my head, telling her I'll pay. She squeals and goes back to her room. Neve is the biggest fan I know, but she doesn't know I dated Tom. I never told her, because she would never shut up about it. Plus, Tom is her biggest crush ever, and I don't wanna burst her bubble.
I book the tickets and walk to the kitchen to make a coffee. I turn around and Neve is there, I nod at her and grab two mugs from the cupboard.
"I'm so excited for tomorrow!" "Yeah Neve I know, me too." "I'm so excited to see Tom!" she exclaims, sitting at a bar stool and spinning around. I plaster a smile as I hand her a coffee. "Yeah me too." But secretly, I know she's gonna drag me to barrier and I'll be recognised. Not good. I turn around and start doing some dishes. Just like I suspected, she asks me if I wanna get barrier. I sigh quietly and nod, making her squeal. A couple minutes later, I hear the familiar scratching of our record player, and the intro to We Are The Young. I smile to myself, knowing her favorite album is MITO.
I dance around with her then i go to dry and put the dishes away, which she insists she should do. I shake my head and tell her she can do my least favorite chore instead, laundry. The apartment is filled with music and sounds of chores, such as laundry, vacuuming, dusting etc. I change the record to Radio:Active, which is my favorite album of mine, and a couple hours later, our cosy home is tidy, clean and smelling great. I sigh and collapse on the sofa, putting my legs on Neve's lap while she books transportation. She looks at me with puppy eyes and I sigh. "Neve, what is it now?" "Can you make some food for tomorrow? We'll be in line from 11am to 5pm so-" "Yeah. I'll make some lunch and a snack for later on." She smiles, getting up from the sofa to go to her room. I realise this means I have to make food for later on, and I get up to boil some pasta. I'm making a cheese sauce when I hear Neve scream in frustration from her room. "Shit!" I panic and run to her, thinking something's happened. I open the door to see the previously clean room covered in various clothes, and Neve stood by the bathroom, tears in her eyes.
"Can you not find a good outfit or something?" "No.. and.." She starts crying and I go over to comfort her, asking her what's wrong. "And I got my period.." "And?" I ask her, trying not to laugh. We're so used to bad timings by now. "So I can't have sex with Tom if he invites me backstage!" I start laughing, half in amusement of her confidence, and half trying not to tell her about my previous experiences with Tom. I decide to try and make her laugh, telling her I heard Tom's pretty small anyways. She laughs, wiping a tear, and I help her pick out an outfit before going back to the sauce and pasta which are bubbling in separate pots on the stove. I drain the pasta and mix it with the sauce, putting equal amounts in two containers and sprinkling some cheese on top. I get a chopping board out and cut up two apples, putting the slices in smaller pots, then I get two snack size chocolate bars and put them in the pots. Perfect. I also grab two waterbottles and fill them up, and put everything in the fridge, leaving the dishes for Neve.
I walk to Neve's room where I find her room clean again with her outfit hung up on her wardrobe. Neve herself is dancing around the room with headphones on, using a hairbrush as a mic. I laugh and leave her alone, walking to my room. I lay on my bed groaning, opening my phone to find a DM from Dougie. It read "Coming to the show tomorrow? I'd love to see ya" I smile and open my phone, typing out a reply. "Yeah, my roomie's dragging me to barrier. I'll be there." I hope he'll ask me to come backstage afterwards, but I don't wanna suggest it.
