Butterflies - a Ricky Wilson fanfiction

Chapter 8: Go for it

Emily's POV

The day of the battles. I have nothing to worry about but my stomach is still in knots.

I wasn't allowed to perform, the producers said it was too risky for me to. I sat in my hotel room watching it on the flat screen tv.

Ever since the incident everyone has been worrying about me, I really don't like anybody worrying about me because I'm not worth it.

I told Ricky to not worry about me during the show, forget I ever existed for an hour because I want him to have fun instead of worrying about me.

He agreed on the terms of I call/text him if anything was wrong, I couldn't refuse him that. It was relief to see him having a good time, it made me smile.

Every newspaper wanted my story about what happened, I've been told not to speak to anyone about what happened, even when I'm better.

Amelia was found guilty and went into prison, the newspapers found out and hounded Amelia. At first I felt sorry for her, everyone's calling for her head. But then again, the things she done to people is vile.

Watching the show tucked under the covers with food, so I suppose it wasn't all bad. Ricky was up dancing with Kylie and Will, he even managed to get up and dance with him.

Watching Ricky made me smile, it made me forget everything that's happening around me right now and I felt happy for the first time in ages.

The show ended and I flicked through the channels trying to find something good to watch. There was a knock on the door, I climbed out of bed and opened the door.

Ricky was on the other side smiling. He looked me up and down quickly, "you look a lot better" he said.
"I feel a lot better" I said smiling.

He walked in and sat down on the bed. Ricky too my hand and gently pulled me down next to him, he was warm. He had one arm around me and he had the remote in the other.

He put on this film I haven't even heard of before. I wasn't watching it, my concentration was on Ricky.

Ricky's POV

Emily wasn't allowed to preform because of health reasons. She was disappointed, singing is her life.

She doesn't want me to worry about her but how can I not? "Forget I even exist for an hour." Those words echoed around my head. How can I forget about her? I will never forget her. How can you forget about the one you love?

As soon as the cameras started rolling I smiled, for Emily. She would be watching and I didn't want to upset her. The show wasn't going to be the same without her singing live.

I didn't want to speak to anyone about how I really felt, that would be too risky and I didn't want to ruin Emily's chances of winning the show. Emily makes me happy and that's what got me through the show, the thought of her.

The minute the show ended I rushed to my hotel room, Emily was staying in my hotel room. I didn't want her to stay at home, not when her parents are arguing and fighting every minute of everyday.

She opened the door smiling. she was wearing a black camisole top and black leggings, I couldn't stop myself from staring. I has to say something fast before she thought I was some weirdo.

"You look a lot better" I said quickly, i was pretty sure I stumbled on some of my words too. 'Smooth Rick' I thought to myself. "I feel a lot better" Emily said, not seeming to notice.

I walked in and sat down on the bed. I gently pulled her next to me, she felt cold compared to me. She cuddled up to me and I couldn't be happier, I put my favourite film on but I wasn't watching it, I was far to focused on Emily.