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All About The Dog

I knew I was alone before I opened my eyes, but that didn't make it any better. A note: I'm so sorry. I had to go, but I didn't want to wake you. You looked so beautiful. Call me when you wake up? I love you -Oli. I loved his hand writing. I sat up on my elbows and looked around. We'd fallen asleep together on the couch in the living room. He'd cleaned up all the rose petals, and the snacks from before. I heard Brusnop whining from the front door. I sighed and put the note in the waist band of my pants before getting up and walking to my dog. He cried again and nuzzled his collar on the ground. "Soon, kiddo." I ran upstairs and pinned the note to my cork board before changing into a pair of jeans and an XXXL sweater, and grabbing Brusnop's leash. I picked up my phone and slid it into my pocket before taking the dog down the street to a park with a field. I walked the perimeter of the track with him trudging along on his little legs sniffing everything in sight. I mentally made a plan for my day: home, shower, emails, put reminders in my phone for meetings, call Oliver. When Brusnop finished doing all the business that he had planned for the day, we finished walking the track and walked home.I did as planned, sitting at my desk with my laptop with still wet hair. I opened the email to see a calendar with everything set up according to date and time. All scheduled for today was call a photographer and organise some things for a shoot at the end of the week, because he wanted to run some things by me. A side note attached by Oliver: Don't worry, it's Adam - and it's Drop Dead. I laughed. The rest of the week was two lunches with agency people about some sort of contracts, and a scheduled call with Kerrang! Yet another note: They want to do a cover story on 'the girls of the guys in rock', I didn't think you'd want to buy they asked. I put the rest of the months activities into the calendar on my phone. I always used the phone I had, not the one Oliver had given. I liked my* phone. I called Oliver on speed dial.

"Tell me you're not just waking up now." He answered.

"No, no. I've been productive yet."

"Well in that case, good afternoon my love. How are you?" I smiled.

"Well. I took Brusnop for a walk, and went through the schedule."

"Ah. And?"

"Turns out he fucking loves the park." Oliver laughed.

"I meant the emails."

"I know, I just wanted to talk about how cute my dog is. Anyway, Looks pretty interesting. Businessy adulty stuff."

"Look, about the Kerrang thing, you really don't have to do it if you don't want to. They called me up because of everything at the award show. Everyone loved you guys by the way. They wanted to know if any of you were interested in doing an interview. You're the best with people. If you don't want to do it I can call Perrie, she actually lives in England. It's not really implying you're-you're my-um"

"Girlfriend?"

"That's the word."

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll think about it."

"Okay. Remember you don't have to-"

"Oli- Oliver. It's fine. Don't worry about it. How's things on your end?"

"Good. Got some writing done, all that fun music stuff."

"Does that mean I get to hear something soon?" I asked excitedly.

"Mhmm. Sure. Still loves to be done with it all thought."

"Sureee there is. You just don't want me to see it. Side thought. Where's Walter?"

"On my lap at the moment. Considering you called him a glorified raccoon, and you don't like city animals, and he bit you, I thought I'd spare you the trouble. Miss him?"