Bite The Bullet. [a jessie j fanfiction]

CHAPTER 22: I Got My Happy Ending.

It's now been roughly two years since I re-boarded the ship for the god-knows-how-many'th time. So much has happened since the whole Robin and Dylan fiasco! I have so much to tell you! Where do I start?

I recently turned 24, and Jessie 25. My love for her has grown so much, and I swear with every second it carries on. I don't think it's ever going to stop. Every time I look at her, the little gleam in her emerald eyes gets a little brighter. She's growing up so much. She grew out the black bob, until her hair flew just past her shoulders, a chocolatey brown. Her natural colour. She took out her nose stud, not long ago and left the tiny hole to grow over. I hardly notice anymore, I'm always too busy getting lost in her eyes.

I haven't changed much, I'm just boring old Demi. Jessie seems to think I've grown some more, but I don't really notice. She just loves that I can rest my chin on her head now when we hug. And trust me, we do that a lot.

Her hair tickles my chin now, the tiny blonde stubble pressing into me as she pulls herself closer. I still don't realise how she does that, but she always finds a way to get closer to me. Jessie shaved her head for charity, all that beautiful long hair: gone. I miss it, I really do, but short blonde hair really suits her. It's cute because her hair only really grows upwards. It's short at both of the sides, but the top is slightly longer.

I live with Jessie now, too, and we have a dog. Jackson. He's a French Bulldog. An ugly sod, he is. Ugly but cute. We both love him loads, but he can be annoying as hell sometimes. He pees and poops everywhere, even after us attempting to potty-train him. I remember clearly: Jessie kneeling down, poking at Jackson to try and make him sit down on the little training mat, but he refused so Jessie crossed her knees and sulked. I tried to make her laugh by tickling her, but all that resulted in was her pushing me jokingly, and I landed right in a fresh- well, I think you know where that was going.

We've been on holiday a couple of times too, including America last year. I'd always wanted to go to America, and thanks to Jessie and her band, I got that opportunity. Me, Jessie, Ginger, Lewie, Phil, and Hannah, and Holly, Alisha and Clair tagged along too. It was great: so many amazing memories were made!

I went along to every one of Jessie's festivals, sometimes I was in the front row, sometimes backstage, and even once I was on the stage with Jess. Remember the song she sung to me at the party? She held my hand and sung that again to me on stage, before the thousands of people erupted with cheers and screams, followed by a few wolf whistles after I kissed her.

Then she proposed.

After singing the song, she knelt down on one knee. For that particular set, she wore a long flowing white dress, that made her look like a complete angel. The dress had a long slit up the side, which revealed the perfect portion of her legs beautifully. Damn, she had nice legs. Her short blonde hair was curled once at the front: one tight ringlet weaved across the top of her forehead. She had smokey eyeshadow on and deep scarlet lipstick, which made her look that bit more irresistible.

"Heartbeats, fans, even haters that aren't here to see me," Jessie was knelt down beside me, her fingers entwined in mine, her head turned to face the mass of people in front of us. "This is Demi, the love of my life. We have been through so much, good and bad, but somehow I'm still stuck with her." She swung her head around and winked at me, and then continued to speak into her golden microphone. "We met on a ship, in pretty bad circumstances. We were both too scared to make our feelings heard at the start. Wow though, it was worth it in the end." She squeezed my hand tight and giggled. I was still paralysed, every inch of my body was frozen. I had no idea what she was doing. "Demi." She turned her head to face me, a huge smile plastered across her face. She gently laid the microphone on the stage, and she turned her full attention to me. "Pretend nobody's there," She whispered, our eyes not moving from each other's gaze. My lips were slightly ajar, I couldn't speak. The lights around us moved into a white haze, blending out into the imminent sunset. "It's just us. Me and you, here, now. I love you, Demetria Hyde. I want to make you Mrs Cornish." I gasped almost silently, I couldn't believe what was happening in front of my eyes. An angel, proposing to me?