The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Chapter Ten.

I sat in the middle of the lounge with all our stuff sprawled out around me. Carefully packing each thing into the boxes from the floor, I sang quietly along to the radio that was playing in the kitchen as George packed all the kitchen stuff up into even more boxes. "We can dance until we die. You and I will be young forever," I sang, getting louder as the chorus began. "You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream, the way you turn me on."

"Can you remember your performance of this on the X Factor?" George grinned to me as he put another full box on top of the pile of stacked boxes in the corner of the room. 

"It's gone by so fast," I smiled as I looked up at him, putting another cushion in a box.

"It seems like yesterday I hit you with my guitar and now we're moving into our first proper home together with our baby," he beamed. 

"So you admit that you hit me with your guitar on purpose?" I winked.

"I'm not saying," he blushed, beginning to walk out of the lounge, carrying another empty box.

I stood up and followed him out of the room and into the kitchen. "You did do it on purpose, didn't you?" I grinned, teasing him as I carried some bubble wrap.

"Maybe," he laughed. 

"You fancied me," I winked again.

"Grow up," he grinned, putting the box down on the kitchen table and grabbing hold of my waist, pushing me against the kitchen counter. 

"Just face the facts," I smiled as he lifted me up to sit me on the counter's work surface. "You wanted me so bad from the first sight so you decided to assault me with your guitar."

"Oh, and you didn't want me? You were the one who basically cried with happiness when you saw me watching your audition," he teased.

"I was gonna cry with happiness because I got yeses."

"Of course you were," he grinned, looking right at me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. 

"I'ma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight," I continued to sing as I grinned at him. "Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."

Moving my head closer to his, I went to kiss him but instead got interrupted by Katy's loud cries from her bedroom. "I'll go," George smiled, walking towards the kitchen door. "I'll let you finish off packing everything up."

"You suck," I called to him as I got down from the kitchen counter before I carried on singing along to the radio as I continued to put all the stuff in boxes.

*

Stood in the middle of the empty lounge, I looked around at the room. It looked so much different with no furniture or no photos around the place, just full of memories instead - some good, some bad. Pushing Katy's pushchair back and forth gently as she slept, I took a little trip down memory road in my mind. The first time we walked into the apartment and got handed the keys by the estate agent. The moment I found out I was pregnant the first time. The argument we had after I lost the baby. The night we spent five hours laid on the sofa talking to bump. The day we brought Katy home for the first time. Every moment came flashing back as I looked around the empty room. 

"That's everything," George smiled as he walked into the lounge and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

"We've had some good memories here, haven't we?" I asked him as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"We've had the best," he whispered, noticing Katy was asleep. "But we've got many more to come."

I turned to face him with a huge smile on my face. “We’ve also had a few bad memories too,” I hesitated. 

“Yeah, but them bad memories have made us stronger - we’ve got Katy and we’ve got each other,” he smiled. 

“But do you ever think about what life would be like if we didn’t have,” I paused for a moment. “If we didn’t have those bad memories and we had the first memory here with us?” 

George nodded. He knew exactly what, or who, I was referring to in my code. “All the time, but there was nothing we could have done to save the.. memory and you have to remember that. We’ve got Katy and yeah, she isn’t a replacement - we still lost a memory at the end of the day but we should just be thankful that Katy’s healthy and happy.”

“I am,” I smiled, looking at Katy as she slept in the pushchair. “I couldn’t be happier and it’s all because of you two.”

*

After every box had been emptied and all the furniture had been placed in the right rooms, George, Josh, Chloe, Jaymi, Olly, JJ, Elle and I all collapsed onto the sofas in the lounge area in exhaustion. Katy had spent the majority of the day asleep, meaning she was the only one left with energy by 8pm.

“I’m not exaggerating here,” Jaymi said. “But I actually think I might be dead.”

“Same,” JJ groaned, resting his head on Elle as she slumped against the sofa’s arm. 

“I’m definitely dead,” Josh said.

“I’m so dead that dead is dead,” Chloe added. 

“That doesn’t even make sense,” I said, laughing an non-energetic laugh. 

“I might just sleep for a few years now,” George groaned.

“You do usually so what’s different now?” Jaymi joked.

“I would throw a cushion at you but I have no energy left so, Sammy, throw a cushion at Jaymi for me please?” George asked. ned.

“You do usually so what’s different now?” Jaymi joked.

“I would throw a cushion at you but I have no energy left so, Sammy, throw a cushion at Jaymi for me please?” George asked. 

“No.”