Our Wildhearts (James McVey, The Vamps)

Home Isn't So Sweet.

Delilah's P.O.V

I slowly place my key in the lock but before I could turn it the door was open and stood there was a shocked father of mine. I gave him the best smile I could but it didn't fool him. He pulled me into his comforting chest and I began sobbing again...I cried the entire train journey back. I know I'll miss him and I know it's going to be extremely difficult since he lives directly across the hall from me.

"Come on, come sit down with your old man." My dad says to me as he squeezes me around my shoulders. The two of us walk over to the sofa and I look at where James always used to sit. The place on the sofa that nobody sits because it's difficult to see the tele but it has the perfect view out of the window. It's also good for "resting your head on the arm-rest and lying down next to your girlfriend", or at least that's what James told me...

My dad puts on my favourite program, The Big Bang Theory, and we sit and watch an episode before we say anything.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" My dad asks as I lean up off of his shoulder.

"Er, yeah, a cup of tea would be great thanks dad." I reply as my dad makes his way over to the kitchen. I put on another episode whilst he makes the tea. However, I'm not paying attention to the tele just the noise of the water boiling from the kitchen...the noise I sometimes used to hear if James was over in the morning. A tear escaped my dry eyes and I dropped my head in my hands. Everything reminds me of him. I can't bare it and I haven't even been in my room yet...

"Honey?" I glance up and my dad is stood there two mugs in his hands. "What's wrong?" He places the two mugs on the coffee table and falls back on the sofa next to me.

"It's just everything reminds me of...of him!" the tears fall more frequently and my vision goes blurred.

We sit there in silence with the tele on mute and my tea has gone cold but my dad doesn't mind. He knows there are more important things than a cold cup of tea!

"I'm going to go to my room..." I say as I look up at my dad.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" He asks me as he stands up to let me stand also.

I nod at him and I start to walk to my room but I hear my dad's footsteps close behind and I turn round to him. "I want to do this on my own, but thanks."

He nods at me before going back into the lounge and taking the tele off of mute. I slowly make my way to my bedroom door and feel the tears welling up in the pit of my stomach. I stand outside my bedroom door for a while before I actually hold the handle and turn it...

I take a step in and shut the door. The piercing silence breaks as I collapse to the floor on my knees and pant through my tears. I dropped my head in my hands, my shoulders began to shake and my body fell to the floor out of pure despair. I miss him, there's no denying it, but I don't forgive him for what he did.

A few minutes later a quiet knock comes from the door, I stay where I am and don't say a word because I simply can't. The door opened slightly and my dad peered through the crack.

"Honey, I heard you crying, are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice.

I didn't reply because it wouldn't have made much sense to him anyway. My dad put his hand on my back and he rub it to reassure me.

"Come on, let's get you on your bed; I'm sure it's much comfier than the floor." he says to me as I drag my body off the floor an he assists me to my bed. He throws the covers over and I slide under them before he tucks me in again. He then perched on the edge of my bed and strokes my hair like he did when I was a kid. "There, I'm sure that's better now." he smiled at me and I nodded. "I'll let you rest." My dad kissed my forehead then walked out of my room closing the door behind him.

I lie and look at all the items around my room and each one reminds me of James in different ways. My eyes stop for a long while when I see my laptop. Slowly, I slip my feet out from the covers and make my way to my laptop on my desk. I sit down on my chair and lift up the lid. The screen is blindingly bright, after I've been lay with my eyes closed for about half an hour, but I still manage to type my password in. The background pops up and yet again I start to cry, less of a sob though this time. The image is a picture of me, Milly, Tilly and the lads but James has his arm around my waist and is kissing my cheek. I click the internet link to distract myself and go on Facebook to see what I've missed. Nothing. I update my notifications but no. I glanced at the last notification 'James McVey commented on your status' I clicked it and the status said 'So ready for a week in Manchester with ma main gurls and the lads. Love youse! xx' James' comment was 'Love you too! xx'.

I slammed the laptop shut and pushed it back before pushing off my chair and leapt on my bed. I wept until eventually I had cried myself to sleep. My dream was about him only we had never been together because he was with Naomi...this is no dream, it's a nightmare!

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