Last chapter/epilogue

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James' pov

We all sat in the dressing room in silence, trying to avoid the situation we were in. I looked across the room to which I could see each lad with a frown on their face including myself. My eyes brimmed with tears at the realisation as to what we were doing. It was like Busted all over again. I didn't want it to end like this, but Dougie gave us no choice. He had given me no choice.

"Boys, were ready for you, if you would like to follow me." The woman was sweet and smiley, as if she was mocking us, but she had no idea. I could see each of us sat there staring at her for a second, trying to gather composure and courage to not back out and run off, that's exactly what I wanted to do, I wanted to run off and for it to all be fine, we can go back to being a band and forget his ever happened, but this wasn't a fairy tale and I had to face up to the situation. I was the first to get up. I stumbled slightly, my legs were weak and just as shaky as the rest of my body.

This day had been approaching for months but we'd put it off, trying to convince Dougie, trying to make him see sense, but he hated me. He hated the fact that I was happy, and the fact that my happiness was with Darcy, his ex wife.

I felt Tom's hand on my shoulder, his grip right as if he was trying to hold himself up, but I reassured myself he was trying to encourage me, to tell me that everything was going to be okay. "I'm sorry it's had to come to this, I hate that this has had to happen." my voice was hoarse and my throat felt like sand paper. Tom gave me a weak smile before shaking his head, I could see words gathering on his tongue slowly but his voice was to weak. "It's not your fault." His voice was barely audible, his works nearly disappearing into thin air.

We got to the door of the stage, I could see the sofa where we sat over a year ago to announce we were McBusted. Things had changed so much since them and now we were here to announce the end. Our name was announced and we walked onto stage greeted by the clapping and cheering of the audience. I hesitantly looked to see all the kids and wives and girlfriends sat in the front row, looking just as pale as we did. They knew what was coming the rest of the world was oblivious to the pain we were going through right in that moment.

"Helloo" Tom found his voice and managed to take over the interview.

"So, your all growing up aren't you. A couple of you have got kids, most of you are married and you two have girlfriends, is that right?"

I smiled weakly as Dougie tensed up behind me. "yeah, were really happy." I kept it blunt trying not to draw attention to the awkwardness of the situation. "yeah, Ellie's great." Dougie was also blunt, giving a quick smile before fixing his eyes back on the audience.

"Anyway, it says here you wanted to announce something, do you want to take over, I'm guessing hopefully another tour, album?" Both interviewers sat with huge smiles on their faces and I nearly choked, their expectancy made me squirm under the watchful eyes of the audience and the camera's that were broadcasting this to the nation.

"No, actually it's urm." I stumbled on my words, not wanting to say it. "I'm leaving the band." The words tasted dry on my tongue, poisoning my mouth making me ill. Flashback captured my mind, Charlie's words still sliced through me and they replayed over and over.

There we're a few gasps in the audience, people muttering. The mumbling got louder and louder as people assumed things, tutted and frowned. I looked down at the ground hating every second of this. My eyes brimmed with tears, and soon my lips was quivering as I bit back tears.

I looked up to the Dougie with a subtle smirk on his face and couldn't contain myself, the tears fell and I began sobbing. I felt a pair of arms around me seconds later but didn't dare look up. "babe,your okay, you'll be fine, I'm here. Shhhh." Darcy's voice whispered sweet words into my ear, her lips leaving soft kisses against each tear that fell.

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