Forever Yours - Jamie Campbell Bower lovestory

Ready - Chapter 21

"Are you ready?" Kelly asks as my hands grip on the edge of the bed and Jamie holds my right arm and Kelly on my left, "Go for it," She smiles and I press my hands down and stand.

My legs feel as if they're going to fall out beneath me. But they don't. I smile up to Jamie and he presses his lips to the top of my head.

"Well done," She smiles, letting me sit back onto the edge of the bed, "Try without me now. Jamie help her again,"

I try again and again but my legs get weaker and weaker and I eventually end up getting frustrated with myself.

"Don't worry about it you did great," Jamie murmurs into my hair as he sits next to me in my bed as we watch the news on the TV.

I let out an exasperated sigh and flop my head against his shoulder, "I should have just gone to London with you," I grumble. The muscles in his shoulder tighten and he shifts his arm so that it's across my shoulders and I'm pressed to his side.

"This isn't your fault, Jess,"

"You can't say that. I don't know how I crashed. What if it is my fault then what are you going to say?"

We sigh in unison, him drawing his out a little longer, "That you couldn't have known that this would happen. None of us could,"

"But if I had of gone to London with you it wouldn't have happened," I say, determined to get my point across.

"Do you think that, that thought hasn't crossed my mind? Do you think I haven't spent hours awake in that bed lying there in complete darkness and thinking of all of the possible solutions? I could have caught a taxi, bus, I could have made you come with me, I could have let you leave sooner and then it would all be different," His voice vibrates in his chest against my ear, "hindsight is a wonderful thing but doesn't change anything,"

I wrap my arms around his torso and snuggle closer to him, taking in everything about him. His smell, the fibers of his jumper tickling my skin, the steady rise and fall of his chest and his hand tracing circles lightly on my back, "I love you," I mutter, his body muffling some of the sound.

"And you know I love you too,"

I turn my head back to the TV and sit there in a peaceful silence with only the anchorman's voice in the room.

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"I did it! I can't believe it, finally," I smile, brushing Jamie's hair off his face after stand up and shifting my weight on my own.

"It was only a matter of time before you did, I'm proud," He winks at me and throws himself into the chair beside my bed.

I lay back on to my bed and roll over on to my right side so I can look at him. "How long do you think I'll be here for?"

He sighs and drags the chair across to my bed so he can reach my hand. He plays with my rings and my fingers and then replies, "I'm not a doctor sweetheart, I couldn't tell you. Hopefully for not very long,"

"I'm sick of this place,"

There is a pause between us and we just look at each other, waiting for someone to speak. "You can leave if you want," I say, closing my eyes and placing my hand under my head.

"What?"

I sigh and open my eyes again, flipping on to my back. "I said that you can leave if you want. Surely you must be over this," I say gesturing to the room with my arms.

"I don't want to,"

"Don't you have stuff to do?"

"Yes,"

I turn my head and look at him and he is suppressing a smile, struggling not to chuckle. "I don't understand you,"

"You'll just have to find out more then won't you?" He smiles, leaning over and kissing my temple.