Will We Talk?

89- Bath

"I can't believe you just left by yourself." Fran's head was in her hand as I spoke to her about my time at Radio 1's Big Weekend.

I'd decided to travel to the hospital and sit with her during her break for a coffee and a chat just to pass my own time before going back to the flat and tidying. We hadn't seen each other for forever, the festival actually being a little over two weeks ago. Our busy schedules weren't the best when trying to see one another, but we're making it work.

"It was Billie Eilish man, Fran. I was buzzing." I explained poorly, laughing at myself as I did so, "I wish you had've been there, though."

When at the festival, I had took it upon myself to go and watch Billie Eilish's set, completely forgetting that I had a band full of men to wait up for. Consequently, I got lost in the middle of a field in Middlesborough, waiting for the lads to come and find me. In the end, it was Dean who ended up clocking me dancing in the crowd, immediately calling Sam and letting him know I was alive. In the end, a worried Sam came rushing over to me as I was still carried away in watching the performance, lifting me up so that I was sat on his shoulders. His tactic here was to keep me from toddling off again, rather than helping me see what was going on on stage.

"You had your boyfriend." she replied, "I bet you were well turned on." she grinned.

"Er, Fran, you fuckin' prude." I snorted, struggling to swallow down my gulp of tea beforehand, "But yes, yes I was." I said, returning her tone.

The two of us sat and chatted and giggled for a while. After all, I hadn't seen my go to girl in too long. It seemed that their wedding planning was going down well, yet she told me that I was in charge of organising the hen do as her maid of honour. Now, I'm not too sure why she trusts me with that.

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"We're here." Sam spoke excitedly down the phone, "How are you?"

"I'm good." I smile, pouring myself a glass of wine, "Just about to hop in the bath and settle down for the night."

Sam and the lads travelled to play at Bergenfest this week, abandoning me for a little while before he came back in a couple of days. It felt like he had done nothing but tour and gig this year, in comparison to last year when we had all of the time in the world to spend together. That's the only issue with having a rockstar boyfriend: the fact I rarely ever see him for prolonged periods of time. However, I can't really complain about him because he tries to maintain the contact we have, and he's very successful at that.

With him being gone, though, it means I have more time for myself. Time for myself means a bath with candles, a book, wine and a vinyl. Or, in other words, perfection.

"Oh aye?" Sam responds, "Settling down without is?"

"Do you expect me to just not relax while you're gone?" I laugh, carrying my wine into the bathroom, placing it on the counter before heading to the music room.

"I don't. It's not the same without you here, baby." he practically whines as I place my head in my hand as I stare down the vinyl shelf.

"Would you prefer to be oot there performing and having fun or stuck here with me?" I question as if the answer's obvious.

"With you, obviously." he scoffs.

Oh. Well. I seemed to have thought wrong.

"Haddaway and shite would ya. Tour's mint." I snorted as I chose my Bruce Springsteen vinyl Sam gave me, just to help me feel as though he's still near, "Plus, it just means that it's even more exciting when you come home and see me again."

There was a pause of silence, as though Sam was contemplating what I'd said, followed with an "I suppose you're right. I guess I'm gunna have to wait.". There was another pause as I giggled at his words, but he interrupted it by saying, "I just wish I could bring you everywhere with is. I want to explore the world with you."

Selfishly, I agreed. In my head, I was partially jealous of watching Sam explore the world and get up to plenty of adventures, all while I was stuck in lousy North Shields with the sights and people I grew up with. Not that I'm complaining at all, I love my hometown, but I just really feel disconnected to Sam when he's gone. He's having fun working while I'm just working.

So, I answer him, truthfully, "So do I. But it's what we've chosen and we're gonna have to put up with it."

"Eves, I almost want you to be angry at me." he sighed, making me raise an eyebrow of confusion, "You're too relaxed. I want you to be not happy that I'm choosing tour over you."

"Tour came before me, so why should it bother me?" I ask in curiosity. The absolute nonsense coming from my boyfriend's mouth was ridiculously hilarious, "Plus, I get to spend more time with you on the years it's quiet and you aren't touring."

"We should have a holiday." he proclaimed proudly.

"Are you not sick of travelling?" I asked, although I desperately wanted to go on holiday alone together.

"Not if it's with you, Eves. I'll get it all sorted when we finish up this year, yeah?" he replied, making my grin wider.

"Fine then." I sighed quietly, "Now, I'm gonna have my bath now. Call me after your set, handsome."

"Okay. I love you." he remarked quickly, before I ended the call.

"I love you too, speak soon." I repeated back, and ended the call, discarding my phone to the side and slowly submerged myself into the bath.

With my head back and mind clear of thoughts, I allowed the music whisk me away from the real world for a little while. Without Sam around, it's really quiet. Spookily quiet. Hence why I turn the music on up loud and if anyone comes knocking on the door, well, they'll just have to wait, won't they?

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A/N:
Hello you lot! Apologies for not posting in a while, I completely forgot what direction I was going in with this fic.
Also, I just had an edit on my fyp of Dead Boys to Dead Poets Society and I'm afraid I may have to write a DPS book.
Hope you're all well! Sorry for the short chapter
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