And I'm getting strong in every way

We could be glorious

All of us are staying with my Uncle Rufus for a few days as we needed a place to stay while the boys finished up and the record company wouldn't fund them for another week. I always hated my Uncle Rufus. The only times we saw him were when he showed up drunk as hell to our house unexplainably in the middle of the night. I occasionally got a birthday or Christmas card - I assume when he was sober enough to remember what time of year it was. We're currently all sitting in the living room, on the white leather sofas. I don't know how he has such a nice home considering all he ever does is Waltz around drunk.

'Well babe I think we've got to go now. We'll be back I dunno, about 7? We'll probably just sleep over for a few hours, finish and meet you back here.' Matt says, pulling me up by my hand.

'No!' I whine, flinging my arms around his neck.

'I know I'm sorry. Just, eat some dinner, have a shower, go to sleep and we'll be back by the time you're awake.' Matt replies, kissing the tip of my nose.

'I bloody love you.' I whisper, and he giggles.

'I bloody love you too.' He laughs, and he kisses me again, picking me up slightly off the ground.

'Alright mate, put her down we need to go.' Chris mumbles, putting a hand on Matt's shoulder and pulling him back.

'Sorry love, got to go. Love you!' Matt shouts as he is dragged through the door by Dom and Chris.

'Love you too!' I shout, sitting back down on the sofa.

'Guinness!' I call, as the Great Dane comes lolloping over clumsily. Typical Rufus, naming  his dog after a brand of beer. I stroke the top of his head and he looks up with his greenish eyes. I decide to skip dinner, as the only thing in the bloody cupboard is vodka, and skip to having a shower and falling asleep on the sofa. I am awoken to the feel of warm breath on my face.

'Fuck off Guinness.' I moan.

'Iiit's nooot G*hic*uiness!' I hear, looking up and coming face to face with my ginger haired Uncle Rufus.

'Oh, hi Uncle Rufus.' I mutter, trying to roll him off of me.

'No no no, forget the uncle part, just call me... Roofie. Yeah. Call me Roofie.' He slurs, falling into me.

'Will do Roofie.' I hollowly laugh.

'How about a hug for good ol' Roofie then?' He asks, wrapping his arms around me and encasing me as all I can smell is alcohol. What is he doing? Oh, he's unhooked my bra. I untangle myself from him and do it back up again behind my back. Just as I brush the hair out of my face, he leans right in and tries to kiss me, right on the lips.

'Erm, bit close there Uncle Rufus.' I say awkwardly, pushing him away.

'I told you, forget the uncle.' He laughs, holding my head by my hair and kissing me again. I scream as he presses himself on me. And just as he goes to undo his zipper, good old Guinness realises what is going on, and runs up to him growling. I grab my bag and leg it out of the door.

Once I make it to the studio I burst through the door, throwing my bag onto the floor and I run into Matt's arms. He doesn't ask me any questions, he just holds me tightly as I blank out. Chris opens his mouth, as if to speak, but Dom stops him with a look. I just stand here, sobbing, as Matt strokes my hair and tells me it's going to be okay.

'What happened?' Matt asks, a hand on my cheek when I have calmed down a bit.

'That bloody Rufus. He was gonna rape me if Guinness hadn't stopped him!' I blubber as everyone looks horrified.

'Bastard.' Dom mumbles, and Chris shakes his head in disbelief.

'I should've expected it, bloody drunkard.' I mumble, wiping my eyes.

'We'll go get our stuff later, and we can bring Guinness while we're at it, he can come with us too.' Matt suggests, and I nod and hug him.

'Sorry you have to jump through hoops for me.' I apologise, and Matt laughs and hugs me.

'Babe, you flew to America to see me. And even if you hadn't, I'm not going to make you stay with the man that tried to wape you.'

'Thankyou.' I say, 'Well I guess one good thing came out of this - we have a dog.'

I smile and Matt giggles.

*Two months later*

'Guinness!' I call, as his ears prick up and he wanders over. 'Walkies!' Matt grabs the lead and clips it on to his collar. Matt puts his free hand round my waist and we walk to the park.

'Don't you find it weird that we have known each other for such a short time, yet we have been through so much together, and now we're engaged?' I ask, my head on Matt's shoulder.

'Yeah I suppose it is kind of strange, but honestly, I couldn't imagine it any other way.'

'Cheesy.' I tease him. 'Joking, I love you.' He sticks his tongue out at me.

I love the way that the locals look at us, just like, 'wow; they've been together for ages'. We unclip Guinness' lead and he bounds around in the field, spinning in circles. Matt giggles at him and we sit down on a bench.

'So, when actually are we going to get married then?' I question Matt, as he thinks.

'I don't know.' He ponders, stroking his chin in thought. 'You know what?'

'What?'

'We should just grab everyone and go.' He muses.

'Really?' I ask in anticipation.

'Yeah! Tom, Dom, Chris and Kelly, and just go get married. We'll get you a dress and everything.' He explains.

'Yes! Let's do it!' I half screech. We stand up and Guinness runs over when I pat my leg.

The next week*

We pick up the first decent white dress we can find in the shop, and then head to the nearest registry office. Luckily, they don't have much business, and we pretty much manage to get straight in.

I sort of zone out during the vows, and it all becomes so real when I'm asked to say I do. I take a deep breath.

'I do.' I smile.

'You may now kiss the bride.' The man announces and Matt pulls me close to him as everyone cheers.

This is it. The beginning of our lives together.