Mr Barlow

Chapter Nineteen

I woke the next morning with one of Gary's arms still wrapped around me, it was the first morning since I'd been staying with him that I was awake before him. I picked up my phone and looked at the time "09:49."

I surprisingly didn't feel tired for the first time in forever. I took Garys arm from around me and carefully lay it on the bed causing him to stir slightly but not wake up, I picked some underwear out of my draw and slipped it on. I walked back over to the bed, kissed him on the head, picked up my phone and walked downstairs.

I decided to google Garys name and look at the recent news articles, there was lots and lots mentioning me in them, there was even one from last night, it was a picture of us getting out the car and walking down the path. I laughed to myself and thought how pathetic the media was, they literally had nothing better to do with their lives than follow celebrities and people that concern them around all day.

I walked into the kitchen and decided I'd cook breakfast for once, I looked through all the cupboards and the fridge, I'd managed to find some bacon, sausages, eggs, mushrooms and tomatoes. I put the sausages and bacon in the oven, while cooking the egg and the mushrooms. Unlike Gary, I passed food tech and got an A, I put some toast in the toasters and stood there making sure nothing was burning or on fire and flipping over the bacon and sausages so they were evenly cooked. Just as I'd finished plating up I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, I put both plates on the counter and jumped up to sit on it.

I picked up the plates -one in each hand-, crossed my legs and waited for him to walk if. It took him a minute longer and he walked in.

"See, this is what food looks like when it's neither burnt or undercooked." I giggled to him and putting the plates back down on the counter. He just stood there and looked at me with a smirk on his face. His smirk then turned to concern, I tilted my head in a confused way.

"What?" I asked him as I hoped off the counter and slowly walked over to him.

"I thought you'd left me." He looked at me dead seriously.

"What do you mean 'left you'?" I questioned him, the way he said it broke my heart.

"I thought last night may have finally tipped you over the edge and made you go back home because I know what you said last time and..." He silently trailed off. I put my hands on either side of his face.

"I'm not going anywhere you dork. I'm done with pretending it doesn't mean anything when we sleep together, I'm done pretending I don't. need you, I'm done pretending you don't mean everything to me and I'm certainly done pretending I don't really like you. You know if you are as well like." I said dropping my hands and looking to the floor as I said the last line. I felt Garys hand on my face as he tilted it up, he again looked me deep in the eyes and kissed me, passionately and picked me up to carry me back over to the counter and put me on it.

"You're all I've ever wanted in my life, ever since high school, since we were younger, the biggest regret off my life is losing contact with you, it could have saved so much shit in both our lives, we could have been married by now with kids and-"

"Woah woah, you're getting a bit ahead of yourself there Mr Barlow." I said putting my hands on his chest. He giggled and shook his head.

"No I'm not saying we should, I'm just saying we could have been like that but I do hope we are one day." He's really going to far.

"Gary, you've been in this relationship years and years longer than I have been, you've obviously thought about this, honestly calm down." I tried to get him to shut up.

"So we're in a relationship?" He asked me, at least he'd changed the subject. Slightly.

"Erm." I said again looking away from him. "Yeah, I suppose, like if you want erm whatever I don't mind." I awkwardly said causing him to laugh at me.