6 Months later...
I'm now back staying in London, Amelia had decided she didn't want to stay in LA anymore...she didn't like the people or something, she couldn't pin point what bothered her so much. Things had went really well the first few months of being back home, she had pretty much moved in with me right away and it was nice to have someone to come home to after working all day. I was hoping she felt the same as i was planning to propose to her tonight, it felt right..like i didn't want to be alone anymore.
I had cooked us dinner and set the table for her arriving home, i dimmed the lights and lit the candles. A few minutes later i hear the door closing and her footsteps making their way towards me, god i was nervous! "Oh my god, Jamie what's this?" she squeaked. "Just dinner, i thought you deserved to be spoiled after all we haven't seen each other much lately." She makes her way to me and kisses my cheek "I love it" She sets her jacket and bag down and takes her seat at the table. I serve our meal and we make chit chat throughout. I'm sweating now i hope she doesn't realise that i am nervous. It's now or never i thought to myself, i cleared my throat and began to speak.. "Amelia...you know i like having you in my life..it..and it just feels like the right time.." i take a deep breath and drop to one knee "marry me?" She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out...i've rendered her speechless, something i thought impossible. "yes" she whispers, i can finally stop holding my breath. I slip the ring on her finger and take her in my arms. She tells me to go and wait in our bedroom for her while she clears our plates away. I kiss her cheek again, then make my way into the bedroom discarding my clothes as i do. I hop into bed and within a few minutes i've fallen asleep. Boy i must have been tired.
The next morning i wake up, alone in bed and no sign of Amelia at home. She must have had somewhere to be. I get up remembering i have an audition to day, my agent has set it up the week before. Its for a TV show called The Fall, i'm auditioning for the male lead...a serial killer called Paul Spector. I'm beyond nervous, I've never played or even auditioned for such a dark role, but the script had really appealed to me. I shower and dress quickly, skipping breakfast , not sure my stomach could handle it due to my nerves and start off on my journey to the audition. After spending an hour or so speaking to the director and producer and reading my audition piece i'm finally about to head for home. As i'm walking to the tube, i think to myself "that went really well, i hope they think so too" they said i should expect a phone call in the next week letting me know their decision..more nerves i thought.
I enter our flat, hearing banging..i suppose Amelia is home then. I enter the kitchen and see her slamming cupboard doors and murmuring to herself. She hasn't heard me come in so i come up behind her, slipping my arms around her waist "honey i'm home" i whisper in her ear. She jumps and tries to turn in my arms "let me go Jamie" she shouts. I let her go, stepping slightly back, shocked by her out burst. "whats up?" i ask. "oh not much, just that you fell asleep on me last night! how selfish are you!" she screams. "i..i'm sorry, i wouldn't have fallen asleep if i wasn't shattered. I've been stressing about this audition i had today and it must have taken it out of me. I didn't do it deliberatel.." before i can finish my reply she is screaming at me again "oh i'm not so sure Jamie!! Is this is starting already?" I'm at a loss to what she means. "Amelia, i have asked you to marry me, why on earth would i be deliberately avoiding you...in our own home?" She starts again, this time screaming incoherently..i back away, leaving our home. I had to get out of there, let her calm down. "what is her problem" i muttered to myself as a closed the door behind me.
I walked, just walked and walked for an hour or so when i hear my phone going off. It was a text from Amelia "I'm sorry babe, please forgive me. I don't know what came over me" I replied "okay" That night was spent making up for my lack of awake-ness the previous night and we both drifted off, sated.
