That week of gigs was the best week of my life. I partied like there was no tomorrow, getting wasted every night, waking up next to the love of my life, not even remembering the night before. It felt weird and surreal, but in a good way.
Aberdeen was my favourite by far. Mick sang this song Should I Stay or Should I Go, and I fell in love with it as soon as the first word of it left his mouth. He was looking at me the whole time he was singing it, as if he was trying to tell me something, but I was drunk and distracted, so I didn't even realise. I can't believe I didn't realise. When the show was over I came running up to the stage to congratulate them on their performance, but Mick had already left. I followed him down the corridor, trying to keep up.
"Why are you in such a hurry? What's the matter?" I said, touching his shoulder. He turned and stared at me.
"Nothing," he said quietly, throwing the back door open and walking out.
"I mean it's obviously not nothing otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this," I said, getting annoyed.
"Look, if I said it's nothing, then it's nothing, okay?" he said, raising his voice a little.
"Why won't you talk to me? You can tell me anything, you know that..." I said defensively.
"Just because I can tell you doesn't mean I want to. Is that such a big deal?" he turned away from me and walked towards the hotel with his hands in his pockets. It was freezing and damp and he was only wearing jeans and a shirt, he must have been freezing.
"What is wrong with you?" I almost shouted. He stopped walking and turned to me, staring at me blankly.
"I don't know," he said quietly, slumping down on the pavement with his head on his knees. I sighed and sat next to him.
"You look cold," I whispered, taking off the leather jacket I was wearing. It was actually his that he'd leant me the day before. I draped it over his shoulders but he didn't react or say anything. He just stared into nothing. It was killing me not knowing what was wrong. We sat there in silence for a few moments until he jumped up and pulled me up with him.
"Can we just pretend this didn't happen?" he said, trying to sound cheerful, although I knew it was fake. We headed back to the hotel and went to bed. We weren't in the mood for partying tonight. I stared at him while he slept. He was curled up on his side facing me. He looked sad and empty even now. I couldn't even shut my eyes knowing there was something up. I sighed, trying not to get too upset. I leaned into him and lay my head in the space near his chest, softly stroking his collarbone with my finger. Pretending it didn't happen wasn't as easy as it sounded.
