Chapter ninety eight

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Marvin’s POV:

On Monday, I was in the studio with the lads, as we were sorting out something for a track when we perform it at the 4D tour! This tour was getting closer and closer, and before long, we are gonna have to start rehearsing at the arenas.

Sighing, I looked up and saw Aston with his head down in some paper work that he was doing. “You okay over there Aston?” I asked him, as he looked up and smiled, before going back down to his paper work. Something mustn’t be right, he hadn’t spoken all morning! “J,” I whispered to JB, as he looked up from the laptop “I’m just going over to (Your name),” I whispered as he nodded, and watched me walk out.

“(Your name)...” I began, but I stopped... She wasn’t in her studio room. Now I was beginning to become concerned. Aston hadn’t spoken all morning, and (Your name) wasn’t in. Something must have gone on between them both. As the worry was biting in to me, I hurried my way over to the lads’ studio was and walked in, Aston still being in the same place I left him in. “Aston,” I said sternly, making him look up and look at me as he sighed “where’s (Your name)? She’s meant to be rehearsing,” but he just looked at me and shrugged, before getting back on with his paper work “ASTON! I’M GETTING PISSED OFF... GO LOOK FOR HER,” I shouted at him, as he got up and grabbed his coat, before walking out, and then he walked out the whole building “fucking hell... I didn’t ask him to take a walk!” I hissed, as he had just walked out, but Oritsé and JB sat there and looked at each other, before looking at me “you know what those two are like... They keep having arguments,” Oritsé sighed “another one?” I sighed, but JB and Oritsé just frowned.

Aston’s POV:

The reason why I was so quiet this morning was, I am so sick with worry about (Your name). She hasn’t picked up or answered any of my calls or texts, and I had no idea where she was at work!

Being fed up of Marvin asking me so many questions, I walked out and drove towards home...

Parking up, I sighed and got out of my car, after switching the engine off and locking the car up. Soon after that, I was placing the key in to the key whole of my front door, and opened my door before stepping in and seeing (Your name) sitting on my living room sofa, doing piles of paper work. “(Your name)?” I asked, thinking that I must have been dreaming, but she looked up at me and smiled, before getting back on with her paper work “how did you get in here?” I asked her “your living room window was open,” she said, while still getting on with her paper work. “What you doing back so early from the studio anyway?” She asked me, as she looked at me, causing her to stop doing her paper work “I err... Marvin was pissing me off,” I sighed, as she frowned “you get pissed off easily with each other, don’t you?” She stated, as I sighed and took my jacket off and hung it up, while putting my keys on the small table next to the coat hangers. “Aston, you seem stressed... Is there something that’s worrying you?” She asked me as I quickly moved off in to the kitchen, although I knew she’d follow me “no... I’m good,” I said quickly, as I was pouring myself out some coffee. “Aston,” she whispered, making me look at her “you looked stressed... Why don’t you go to bed?” She asked me quietly, as I sighed “and take your coffee with you,” she said, as I sighed again “okay... But...” “Want me to tuck you in?” She asked, with a smile making me smile “no... I’ll be okay,” I said softly, before I gave her a soft, but shy kiss, before making my way up to my bedroom, but just as I got to the bottom of the stairs she called after me. “I’ll check on you in about an hour... You look extremely stressed out,” she called softly as I nodded “sure... Maybe you could make me less stressed... I could really do with making love with you right now!” I called back to her, as she giggled “that’s a little too far, for someone who is stressed out,” she giggled as I chuckled, “don’t be too long...” “I know... I know you don’t like being on your own for too long,” she giggled, as I smiled before I was at the top of the stairs and started to make my way down the corridor to go to the bedroom.

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