Chim - I'll Always Be There

Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

I storm up the steps, unlocking the door and swinging it open, causing it to bang against the wall.

'Kimberley Jane Walsh!' I shout, throwing my bag and keys onto the floor.

I pause however, frowning when I notice a collection of candles along the hall, forming a path towards the living room.

I walk along the path, pausing when I reach the kitchen because I'm sure I heard something from inside. Opening the door however, I open the door and glance inside to be greeted by an empty room. Shrugging to myself, I turn back towards the trail of candles.

Once I reach the living room doorway, the candles spread out a little and there is a picture between each one.

My confusion and curiosity growing, I look closer at the first picture. It is one of Kimberley and I back when we were on popstars, both looking fed up and exhausted, sat against a wall in rehearsal whilst another contestant was performing.

The room is dimly lit, so I pause before following the path further into the room, planning on flicking the lights on so I can see the rest of the pictures properly. But as I momentarily glance up, I instinctively follow the path of candles, finding that they form a large love heart shape on the other side of the room. In this outline, there is a broad love heart lay out in rose petals.

In the candle lit room, I have to squint slightly to make out the figure stood in the centre of this love heart to be none other than Kimberley.

I stop in the middle of reaching for the light switch, locking eyes with her. I'm not gunna lie, she took my breath away. She is wearing a pair of black skinny jeans, which cling to her hips perfectly, and a white blouse with a plunging neck line, with her hair hanging in loose curls.

'What's all this?' I ask bluntly.

Remembering everything she has done recently, my expression hardens again as she chews her lip anxiously. She looks absolutely gorgeous, but I refuse to react. Praying that my stubbornness will hold out, determined to stay angry with her.

'Your Christmas present' she smiles, that goddess-like smile that makes my heart flutter every time.

Hold it together Cheryl! I mentally slap myself as I feel a smile almost creep onto my face.

'Trying to apologise for earlier? Because it's going to take a lot more than this. A few candles and pictures?'

'You don't honestly think that I would serious treat you that way?' she asks with a hurt expression.

'Oh, so I imagined it?!' I exclaim in disbelief.

'No, of course you didn't' she chuckles a little, rolling her eyes. 'I-'

'Then fucking explain yourself' I spit.

'Obviously I want your mam and Gary to come over for Christmas. And of course I bought you presents. They're right over there' she points to the corner of the room, where I see a collection of gifts resting perfectly against the couch, 'But before you open them.'

She speaks again, regaining my attention as I look back at her.

'You know how you gave me my main present last?' she asks and I nod, a confused frown gracing my face once more as I confirm, 'Well, I'm going o give you yours first, because I don't think I can wait any longer'