Unexpected

Convention

The week dragged like a seals arse but eventually, it was the day of the convention. 

"You never wear that much make up for me" my boyfriend teased,

"Don't start" I laughed rolling my eyes "I don't want to hate any pictures we take today so I need makeup"

"You don't" he whispered kissing my cheek "You're beautiful without it"

"That's why I love you" I blushed, 

"I love you too" he smirked and linked his fingers through mine as we headed out to the car. 

We drove in comfortable silence, it only took just over an hour and we decided to park on the street around the corner rather than get stuck in a car park.

The queue to get in was ridiculously long, every time we rounded a corner there was still no sign of the entrance just more queue. 

"Oh my god if I'd have known it was this busy I never would have come" My boyfriend moaned. 

"If you're just going to moan about queueing all day you can go now" I snapped, also bored of standing around in the cold.

"There it is" he laughed "You didn't want me to come in the first place"

"Shall we not get into an argument right now" I hissed,

"I'm not arguing baby" he replied 

The queue began to move again and we both fell silent. I started to become anxious as we got closer to the front. I'd been diagnosed with anxiety about a year ago and it picked the worst moments to spike up. We had our tickets scanned and moved through to the first set of doors to collect our wristbands. It was so busy and I couldn't work out where we needed to be, the map I had been handed was next to useless as we currently in a wave of people moving forward with no idea where we were going. I clutched on to my boyfriend's arm. He wrapped it protectively around me and tucked me into his side as we pushed through the crowd. His smell filled my senses and the warm feeling of his body calmed me slightly. Finally, we made it through the building and were outside again. I took a deep breath of fresh air and released my boyfriend from my iron grip. 

"Are you okay baby?" he asked me looking concerned "Do you need anything" he had been so supportive over my diagnosis, it was hard to understand anxiety unless you had it and even harder to explain it, but he was so patient with me and seemed to know exactly what to do when I had my moments. 

"I'm okay" I nodded, he gave me a hug, my head resting on his chest as he was a foot taller than me and kissed the top of my head. 

"where to first?" he asked, trying to distract me.

"I don't know I can't work out this stupid map" I replied frustrated. He stroked the side of my face and took the map from my hands. 

"It's okay" he whispered "where do you want to go?"

"We could look round the stalls first?" I suggested, he nodded and asked a nearby crew member where everything was and lead me in the direction of the stall. I really did love him.

"See aren't you glad I came" he smirked as we walked around the stalls.

"There's no need to be smug" I laughed, he winked and pulled me closer, kissing the side of my head. 

We bought a few bits, a couple of figures, a hat for my best friend, a hoodie for my boyfriend. I was actually really glad he came, we were having a lovely time.

"So shall we go meet the king of hell?" he asked after we'd gone for autographs with a few other stars. 

"Yes please" I grinned