The Heartbreak Factor - Part Four

Chapter Sixty-Five.

Walking into the bathroom of our hotel room, I picked up the towel from the floor that George had just chucked and folded it up, placing it neatly on the side of the bath. Now that I didn’t have to worry about the performance at the VMAs anymore, we could finally enjoy the holiday in Los Angeles. 

Just as I was about to turn the taps of the bath on so I could have a relaxing soak before we headed out into the city to do a bit of sightseeing with Katy, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“What is it?” I called as I dipped my hand into the flowing water to check the temperature - nothing worse than climbing into a bath that either scolds you with third degree burns or gives you hypothermia. “I’m just about to have a bath. Can’t it wait?”

Instead of getting a reply, there was another knock on the door. I stayed still, looking at the door, hoping that it would go away but there was yet another knock. 

Reluctantly, I got up from the side of the bath and walked over to the door, grabbing the same towel I’d folded up and throwing it around my body. 

“What is it, George?” I groaned as I opened up the door. 

Barging me out of the way, George walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind us. “You will never guess what I’ve just found out,” George grinned, unfolding a piece of paper. Without giving me a chance to guess, George answered the question that I was thinking about for me - what had he just found out? “Your old place is up for sale.”

“My old place?” I questioned. 

“Yeah. The one in LA,” George smiled, handing me the piece of paper that was in his hand. 

There it was. On the page was the house Lisa and I had rented when I had to move to America a few years ago in 2013. It didn’t look any different. It still had the same number plaque hanging by the front door. It even had the strand of string tied around one of the balusters of the balcony around the back of the villa from when Lisa had tied balloons all along them for my birthday to try to cheer me up over the short break up with George and couldn’t manage to get it off once my birthday was over. 

“So what do you think?” George asked. 

I handed the paper back to him. “What do you mean what do I think?”

“Can you imagine us living there?” 

I froze. “What? Living there? But we live in England?” 

“So what if we moved here?” George asked. 

“Don’t be silly, George,” I laughed. “Now get out so I can have a bath.”

George looked at me before shrugging his shoulders. As he left the bathroom and closed the door behind me, my eyes looked at the door. Was he serious? Did he really want us to move to Los Angeles? 

My mind was thinking constantly about what had just happened as I had the bath - so much for a relaxing soak.

*

Getting out of the car, I looked up at the ‘Hollywood’ sign which sat proudly on the top of the hill and smiled. I did love Los Angeles, but I couldn’t live here again. It was just a holiday place to me. It could never be home. Luckily, George had seemed to drop the idea of moving here so at least I didn’t have the thought of moving here following me around like a rain cloud. 

“Katy, don’t run off too far,” George called after Katy, who was already legging it from the car and up to a bench at the top of the path. 

Following Katy up the hill towards the viewing point, George and I remained in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence that I was expecting though. It was a comfortable silence.