The Glory Of Love - Timmy Matley

Chapter 9

I had a startling awake the next morning.

"Stupid alarm, it's too early!" I muttered to myself reaching out to slap where I normally have it but instead hitting something else.

"Owwwww" came a voice from under the covers next to me, I lifted them up to see who it was. Timmy. Oh no. What had we done? I switched the alarm off and grabbed the dressing town from near my bed.

"Come on Tim, get up or we'll be late" I said while I whipped on my dressing gown and picked up clothes that were lying around from last night, stuffing them in my bag. I picked out some casual clothes for our flight back to the UK. And chose what I was going to wear for the gig that night and put them at the top of my bag. As I turned around I saw Tim roll over in bed pulling the duvet over his head.

"Are you getting up?" I asked, only getting a tired moan in reply. I sighed grabbing Timmy's bag picking him out something to wear today and making sure everything else was packed. I slung his clothes for the day over the chair and as I walked over to the bathroom I pulled the duvet off the bed, and threw a spare pillow at him.

"Timothy Matley get up this instant. Unless you want me to ring a certain Mr. Spencer". That made him move, he sat up and wiped his eyes as I walking into the bathroom to get ready. 

I came out to find the hotel room tidy and the bags near the door. Timmy was sitting in the chair on his phone, I smiled to him as I put my hair and make up products into my bag. The silence didn't last long before he spoke...

"Now you hurry up, come on [YN] I want my all inclusive breakfast!"  

"Last night was fun" he beamed at me as he took a sip of tea.  

"Can we not talk about it? Not now anyway?" I asked to him, I couldn't help but keep over thinking everything, all I could remember was going for dinner and then waking up in bed with him, I hate to imagine what happened in-between.

"Aww you're not regretting it are you?" He asked looking a little sad.

"No, it's not that. I just don't really want to think about it now. I'd rather make sure we get home safe". The rest of breakfast was a little awkward, Tim just sat texting on his phone through most of it. I knew something was wrong when I offered him the last bit of tea from the pot and he just shook his head.

"Come on T. What's up?"

"Nothing. I'm fine" he said standing up and putting his phone in his pocket before piling the plates we'd used up. 

"You can't fool me? Please?" I asked, moving forward to rub his arm a little. 

"It's just. I'm erm. Worried that I did something wrong. That's why you don't want to talk about what happened"

"Don't be silly. Of course you didn't. But fine. We'll go back to the room, do our teeth, check out of the hotel and once we've checked in for the flight then we'll talk about it. Okay?" I smiled. 

"Okay" he replied. "We better hurry though. We're running late" he grabbed my arm and ran towards the lift.

"And who's fault is that sir? I recall a certain someone not wanting to get out of bed!" I laughed as he cheekily winked at me.

*Back at the hotel room*

"Could you quickly double check everything while I do my teeth? Then while you're doing yours I'll ring Lance to tell him we're up and ready?" I asked gently pushing him out of the way so I could get to the bathroom.

"Sounds good" he said as he went to check around. 

Once I'd done my teeth I quickly grabbed my phone and dialled a number as I walked out of the bathroom and Timmy cheekily smacked my bum on his way in, turning and smiling at me before grabbed his tooth brush. I stuffed mine in the bag and held the phone up to my ear... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting.

"Welcome to the.." I cut off the phone before it could get any further.

"No answer." I said to Timmy quickly poking my head around the door. I looked at him looking at me in the mirror.

"Oh no Tim" I said running out.

"What?" he asked with a mouth full of toothpaste. I knew exactly what I was looking for, I grabbed it and rushed back into the bathroom with a tub of hair wax.

"Someone needs a quiff". I made him sit on the edge of the bath and finish his teeth while I quickly did his hair up in a quiff. He put his hands on my waist and stood up, moving me, spitting into the sink and looking into the mirror before turning back to face me, all with his hands still on my waist.

"Not bad for an amateur" he laughed, leaning in, our lips pressed again each other for what felt like ages before we both pulled out, said "Minty" at the exact same time and then burst out laughing at the fact we both said it. 

About 10 minutes later we were walking hand in hand to the check in desk at the airport, we checked in and went over to the waiting room.

"I'm just gonna go to the loos, I'll be two seconds, hold this" he said, passing me his phone before running off. As he'd passed me it he'd purposely hit the button on top, lighting up the phone so I could see his lock screen. It was the picture he'd taken when he said 'see', I was admiring it when I couldn't help but notice a text that popped up on his screen "Can't wait to see you later xxxxx" I almost froze reading it. Did he already have a girlfriend? Was he cheating? What am I going to do? I didn't bother to see the name of who it was from, I just turned the screen off before he came running back and took it off me, before stuffing or straight into his pocket and grabbed some of the bags

"Lets go get near the queue for boarding". 

I picked up the other bags and followed him. I don't have a clue what I'm going to do. I'll just keep quiet about what I've read for now and act like nothing's happened, all I've got to do is get back to London without doing anything I'll regret.