"Mick!" I practicaly scream his name, sprinting across the platform, smashing my way throught the crowd of people. I see him from a mile away. They're waiting right at the edge of the platform; I can see the train in the distance. He's standing away from the other three, looking at the ground.
Why did I ever leave him?!
"Mick!!" I scream again. Everyone must think I'm crazy, but I don't give a shit. I'm still clutching his note and it blows around in my hand as I run. I'm only a few metres away when he turns and looks at me. God he was so beautiful. He was so fucking beautiful. At first he looks confused, then he just smiles, showing his squint teeth. I've never seen a person look so happy before. He starts laughing and drops the guitar case without even thinking. It smashes on the ground, prompting a "what the hell?!" from Joe who bends down to pick it up, but then he sees me, and he stops. I feel like the whole platform has frozen. Joe says something but his words are inaudible. I dash straight into Mick's arms and cling tightly to him, not daring to let go.
"I love you I love you I love you," I laugh, looking right into his dark eyes.
"What made you change your mind?" the look of disbelief is still on his face.
"I need you," is all I can manage without crying and laughing all at once. Paul, Joe and Topper are smiling behind him, and I grin back, I don't remember ever feeling so pleased.
I'm going on tour with the Clash, and most important of all, I'm holding my Mick in my arms. And all I can do is smile and clutch him tighter, knowing I'll never let him go again.
