Warzone

Warzone Part 13

Part 13

Rebecca’s POV

“Hey Nath.” I say as I walk into his room.

“Hey Rebecca.” He says with a smile on him face. I walk over and sit on the end of his bed watching him, as he tweets fans from him mobile.

“You make the so happy when you do that.” I say smiling. He looks up at me, pausing from tweeting.

“I owe them, without them me and the rest of the boys wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s true. And you wouldn’t have met me.” I say flirting slightly. And he laughs along with me.

“That’s true.” He says and then sticks his tongue out at me. He will never understand how happy he makes fans when they notice him in their mentions, and he will never know how he makes me feel, when I am around him. I am able to forget all the bad in my life, and just focus on what I want from my future, with him. I move up the bed to sit besides him and watch what he is writing over his shoulder.

“Nosey.” He says and smiles at me again before putting his phone down.

“Nathan.”

“What is?” He asks me concerned.

“You said that I should take a couple of days to think about things. And I have been. I still feel the same way about you.” I look down at my hands, no longer as confident as I was, and unable to look him in the eyes. He reaches across to me and places a hand under my chin to bring my face up too meet his, and I can see that he is smiling.

“Good.” Is all he says before reaching down to kiss me.

Anne’s POV

“Tom, not downstairs!” I squeal as he starts to explore my body with his hands.

“Get up them stairs then!” He tells me before pushing me of the sofa.

“Oi you.” I say before he starts to chase me up into his room. As soon as he closes the door he pushes me firmly against the wall, and beings to feel my body, and kiss my neck. It feels great, and I don’t want it to stop but at the same time I can tell that he is upset about something, and that is more important.

“Tomtom, what’s wrong?” He ignores me, and carries on exploring my body with his hands, so I catch hold of them and look him in the eyes before asking again. “What’s wrong?” And this time, he responds.

“It’s the funeral... it’s in two days.” He says slowly, clearly and understandably upset.

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry.” I say and pull him into me and just hold him tightly. In a way it’s a good thing though, it will give him and Rebecca the chance they need to say goodbye properly, no matter how hard it will be.