Chapter 6

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John's POV

We started driving away from the hotel so Eden started making conversation to me, but I couldn't focus on what she was saying because of how beautiful she looked. I eventually got my words out and replied to her many questions about me and the band, by the time I'd explained everything we made it to a park called "Common Lake" which was like a beautiful forest with lakes and cafes surrounding it.

"If we walk through the park, to the other side, we'll end up in the town center, you don't mind walking for a bit?" Eden asked

"No, no not at all, I have a question" I hesitantly asked

"Yes...?"

"The kiss this morning, were you o..okay with that?" , she looked confused, "I mean did you mind it?"

"Haha, yes of course, sorry I suppose you need clarification since last night"

"No, I just wanted to make sure" I was cut off by her turning her face to mine and we stopped walking. She was now stood directly in front of me, leaning her head to one side coming closer. Her lips touched mine gently and slowly yet passionately, making my arms rap around her petite waist and letting her body relax. 

Eventually we pulled away from each other and continued walking until we found a cafe just at the end of the trail. I ordered a tea and cheese panini and scoffed it quickly to continue with our 'date'. We entered a few shops, one of which was a record shop where I noticed a Billy Joel album called 'Cold Spring Harbor' because my mother recently bought it, and every time I visited her and my dad, it was always playing. One song from the album, "She's got a way" in particular was a special song to me for some reason. It made me feel love every time I heard it although I hadn't experienced it before. 

"Have you ever heard the record before?" I asked Eden, she shook her head. " Well I'll buy it for you then. I want you to hear a song on there"

"John, you don't have to buy me anything, you already payed for lunch!"

"I know but I really want you to listen."

Despite her reluctance, I payed the woman at the counter and handed the bag to Eden. She thanked me and we decided to sit in the park for a bit. We talked about everything, religion, cars, the future, even our feelings towards each other. She told me she wanted to see me again, and soon. I gave her my number for my flat hoping she'd call me to arrange another date after today. 

I noticed it starting to get cold so I suggested we headed back to the car, we actually ended up back at Eden's flat again, the perfect opportunity to hear the record. I took the vinyl out of the case and put it on the turn table and lowered the needle until the song came on. I would have played all of the songs but I only had about half an hour til I had to be back on the road with the boys. 

Eden's POV

John seemed excited about the song, he wanted me to hear it the second we got inside, so I patiently waited for the song to come on. 

A soon as the first sound of chords made a noise my eyes were drawn to John's, for he was so focused on the lyrics until he looked up at me. Each word in the song gave me this sense of love and compassion, which I guessed John felt too. I understood why he wanted me to hear it. It was melodic and simple yet gave you butterflies with each lyric, I pulled him to come and sit next to me and put my arm around him and he did too. I rested my head on his shoulder concentrating on that very moment, not the fact that he would have to leave soon. 

The time felt like it had been forever since we moved but it was only the end of the song so I just stayed in the same position for a while longer until I heard the annoying words " I should probably get going"

I insisted that I drove him back to the hotel but he decided to walk, to avoid any of the boys asking questions, so I agreed. 

"I'll call you soon" I said before he pulled the door open 

"Thank you, I had such a great day today, I'll see you soon?"

"Of course" I smiled. Before he had the chance to leave I pulled him into a loving hug. To which he responded to by stroking my hair with one hand and holding my back with the other.

The dreaded time left where he let go and walked out of the flat.

 What a man he was. Would I really see him again? 

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