Love Me Do

~ 59 ~

Kaylee's POV

My hands were shaking as I got out of the car, imagining the worst.

What if leaving Jimmy was a mistake?

No, you haven't left him, you can always go back.

What if he wanted me to leave?

What if he doesn't want to be there for me?

What if being with him in the first place was the wrong thing?

Nothing, no optimistic thoughts came to mind about this.

I loved Jimmy, or at least it felt like it.

He took me in - secrets and all - and promised me he would be there for me.

And you know what?

I believe him; I felt his words in my heart, and that's what makes him special to me.

Breathing in deeply, I lifted my head and walked around the building and to the back door where I knew Led Zeppelin were holding another gig.

We'd gotten the information from George and his pamphlet, but I really didn't need it as I knew where they were playing and whatnot.

I stepped over a few shards of broken glass as I made my way towards the door, seeming more and more unwelcoming as I came closer.

Finally, I pulled open the doorknob and stepped inside to the sound of a thousand chattering voices.

Led Zeppelin always got the noisy crowd, and today was no exception.

"Kaylee?" Came a strong Midland's accent, and I turned to see Robert striding towards me, his hair a crazy blond bush as always. "Babe, what are you doing here?"

"I- I need Jimmy," I answered truthfully, and Robert gave me a long inspection before gesturing behind him.

"He's all yours, love." He muttered, and as I walked past him, he leaned over and whispered: "You've made a mess of him."

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You know what? I expected Jimmy to turn me away.

To tell me I was a touchy bitch.

To tell me that I wasn't accepting, worthy or forgivable.

I was expecting the worst, but what I was given was even harder.

He was happy.

No, not in that way.

He wasn't happy I was leaving him, but more or less that he... didn't know.

Now, I know this sounds sappy, but, there he was.

His legs were drawn up to his chest as he sat on the backstage couch, his chin placed between his knee's, his guitar laying beside him.

His expression was hidden by his hair, but I knew he must've had his little nose scrunched up, his green eyes darkening with his mood, his mouth moulded into a frown, as he always did whenever he was upset.

He was a sorry sight, and I felt the urge to run up and wrap my arms around his thin chest, whisper to him that'll I'll never leave him again; that I'll always forgive.

But I didn't.

I needed to keep myself from feeling, because it was easy to feel in love around Jimmy.

After I saw Jimmy, I stepped forward towards him, hoping to stealthily walk up to him, tell him it was over, that he should never have stayed backstage with those girls, but the sound of my footsteps echoed around the room and his head shot up.