Noah's P.O.V
As much as I wanted to stay with Megan and wrap her in cotton wool, cuddle her all day and protect her, there was a film that needed finishing. I was back on the set of Sierra Burgess and everyone being so careful around me, it was majourly irritating.
'Hey Noah mate, how are ya?' Will asked and I nodded in response not really knowing what I was supposed to do, I'm not fine but I'm not depressed either what exactly do people want me to say to them.
I went to do the scenes they needed me for and did my very best, throwing every last ounce of energy I had into the scenes. As I wondered off set back to my trailer my phone buzzed, I looked down to see a message from Megan, I smiled at her contact photo and opened the message.
Message from Meg❤:
I'm at the hospital,
don't freak out I'm fine,
the bleeding hadn't started x
My heart skipped a beat and I rushed to grab my things and leave the set, I jumped into my jeep and headed towards the hospital I pulled up and ran into the reception, giving them my details. They told me where to go and I scrambled around looking for Megan's room. I found it and headed in, seeing her sat up on her phone.
She looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes at me with a small smile.
'I told you not to freak out!' She whined and I shrugged, sitting down next to her giving her a kiss on my way down.
'What's going on?' I asked looking around the room.
'Nothing much, they just needed to you know' she gestured towards what I already knew just didn't want to admit because that meant really letting go, for good.
'When can you leave?'
'Later today I think'
The calm tone in Megan's voice filled me with a gentle feeling of love and adoration towards this girl who had suddenly became everything I could ever possibly need without me ever noticing it happening. We smiled at each other and chuckled, things would start looking brighter soon and I couldn't wait. The premier of my new film was coming up and I was really hoping Megan would he well enough to go with me, fingers crossed I guess.
A few hours later, and Megan was ready to come home, she got into my car with her blanket that she takes everywhere and cuddled herself up to the window, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. I kept glancing over to her as we drove home, checking up on her, she was too cute when she slept.
Pulling up to the house I sighed, I loved my house it was adorable, made just the way I wanted it and over the years I had made the house a home. But, as time went on and more and more people learnt where I lived or followed me home, I felt unsafe in my own home now but moving was something else all together and I don't know how I feel about it.
I gently picked Megan up out of the car resting her head on my shoulder, I somehow managed to unlock the door, pushing the handle down my with foot, I stumbled in putting Megan down on the sofa and covering her in a blanket. I plopped down next to her flicking the TV on and I began looking at houses up for sale in the local area.
Other than the new house idea that would probably take years to ever become a reality, it was back to business as usual for us, filming, interviews and cuddles, all I ever want.
