Thursday had arrived. I went to Josh's early in the morning, hoping we could get some time together before the party that night. I thought I'd prepared myself for it but I hadn't. Merely seeing him put me on edge, my throat ready to choke up at any moment and my eyes preparing themselves for the floods of tears that would ensue; but that would all just make it worse.
In order to avoid my ridiculous tear fest, I spent most of the morning cleaning the flat. Josh was a clean man, yes, but I could see specks of dusk beginning to gather in areas like the top of the black bookcase. It irritated me until I cleaned it, and when I had, I left it polished and shiny.
"Are you sure you're not an angel?" Josh smirked, leaning against the book case. I shook my head, climbing down off the step ladder.
"Most people think I'm the opposite." I grinned.
"When you're as beautiful as you, you couldn't be considered a demon." Josh deflected. I giggled lightly,
"Smooth, Mr. Dylan. Smooth." I smirked. Josh leaned down a little and kissed my forehead, pulling me closer to him and wrapping his arms around me. I savoured it, knowing it would be a while before it happened again. Four full months of it.
"Have you packed for the tour?" Josh spoke, bringing me back to reality. I shook my head.
"Rosa does it. I wouldn't know where to start with all the dinners and engagements; any of it. Have you packed for Blue Harvest?"
"I'll do it tomorrow." Josh shrugged. I looked up at him, resting my chin on his chest.
"Your flight is tomorrow, dipshit."
"I'll do it in the morning!" He reassured me. I shook my head, knowing he would be too hungover for it.
"I'll do it now." I dictated, pulling away. "Where's your passport?"
"Third shelf." He huffed, pointing to the bookcase. He'd much rather I spent time kissing him than packing his suitcase but if I did that he'd never get anything done.
Josh's organisation skills weren't exactly on par with my own. I left him to his own devices while I pulled the wooden wardrobe open and lugged the suitcase out, setting it down, open, on the bed. I put my phone on the speakers and played some George Ezra while lugging clothes off of hangers and folding them, humming along to the music.
"Shorts, tops, socks.." I trailed off, muttering to myself. I couldn't think of anything I hadn't packed, from chargers to his toothbrush.
"Definitely an angel." Josh whispered behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel his grin as he pressed his lips to the back of my head, swaying a little.
"One of the many reasons you love me." I responded, eyeing the suitcase. "I can't think of anything else you might need."
"Then it's sorted." He replied. I shook my head in disagreement.
"I'll check it over in the morning, I can't have you going away and realising you haven't got something you need." I swiftly turned to face him, putting both hands on his chest. He moved his hands down to sit comfortably on my hips, tickling me a little.
"Like condoms?" He arched a brow. I shook my head, eyeing him suspiciously. I had to admit I hadn't expected that to come out of his mouth.
"I would think you won't be needing them, Josh." I snapped. His smirk only grew at my reaction.
"Only joking."
"Bloody hope so." I muttered. There was a pause before Josh spoke again.
"Why would I give you up you for a night of fun?"
