[[[all of your flaws]]] [[[part i]]]

71.

I loved our nights in together, a few drinks and DVDs and cuddling on the sofa. It wasn't very rock and roll but in a few months time this wouldn't be such a regular occurrence so I took advantage of it. I wasn't planning on being his manager forever. I wasn't even qualified, as much as he was pushing for me to go to uni to study management. What if they did get super big? I'd be in over my head. The moment a job came up, I would be going for it. I loved him dearly and I did want to spend every waking hour with him, but living together on the road couldn't be easy. Especially as I'd be the one telling him what to do. I'd much rather have a husband than a band to manage.

The next morning I'd had a lie in as he was leaving the house early. I'd watched him get dressed, him thinking I was still asleep. I loved seeing him topless. He wasn't overly toned or anything like a model, but to me he was beautiful. He had this tiny little pot belly, probably from too much beer, covered in soft hair that I loved to stroke. I loved every single part of him. He caught me watching him from the duvet and winked.

'Remember I'm bringing the guys back tonight.' He said quietly. I nodded. 'Love you.' He whispered and kissed my nose. 'You enjoy sleeping while I go out grafting.' He teased.

'I will.'

But half an hour later I was up and dressed and tidying the apartment. I'd finally met the messy Dan I'd been warned about before. It wasn't too bad, just clothes tossed around the place, plates pilled up by the sink, crisp packets on top of the bin instead of in it. Each time he did something like that I just laughed to myself. Such a bloke.

I had music playing loudly as I hoovered and dusted down the many bookshelves. I'd become such a...housewife. As well as running his schedule and making sure he was fed. I didn't mind as much as I once had.

I'd washed and dried some jeans and shirts and was in the process of hanging them up in his wardrobe when the bag I recognised from the day we met caught my eye underneath some shoes. I knew it was full of things his ex had given him back as he'd told me. It struck me as odd that he'd yet to sort it out. It didn't bother me one bit, but it seemed a shame that he'd not taken care of the photos and hoodies that must've meant a lot to him at one point. I was curious. I opened it a bit, peaking in. But instead of materiel and photos, I saw envelopes. Addressed to me.

There was half a dozen, and before I'd opened them, I knew what they were. I felt my heart sink in my chest.