We'd been together now for a little over a year and he had actually managed to stick to everything I asked. He loved me from the get-go and we did practically everything we could together. Tonight he was picking me up from Heathrow and coming to watch me on the west end. He'd never actually seen me act before, he was really excited. He said that from the second he met me that I could be an actress but then I just laughed it off. His world tour was finally over and that meant that he'd be home for about a year. We decided that we should move in together as well, we have a small house just outside of London with a small garden ("For when we have our children." He told me) and we often danced in the kitchen to Lemonworld. We actually complimented each other really well, I managed to stop him from doing drugs and we don't drink much anymore - only on celebrations. We were on the same league now, not one of us was better than the other and it was refreshing, it was nice for us to have a solid relationship.
When he saw me he ran up to me and hugged me like a mother would, I cried. It's the small things that mean everything to me, well he's six foot two but he still means everything to me. When I had finished the performance he reminded me of what he said when he first met me and I returned it with an "I guess you were right." He said he wanted to get home, it was cold and he just wanted to feel the warmth of my skin against his and so that's what we did, we spent all night cuddled together, not once out of the other's sight.
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The Ride
Fanfiction"Why don't you ever think things through?" "Because all I ever think about is you" Inspired by the album 'The Ride' by the band Catfish and the Bottlemen
