[[[the wonderful mess that we've made]]] [[[part iii]]]

24.

I realised I still had his hooded top, the one he always wore on stage with a wolfs head on the back. He would need it back for later. Even though he was wearing another one right then, I wanted another excuse to say goodbye to him again.

'Here.' I caught him up by the bar.

'Oh, no you keep it.' He smiled.

'But don't you need it?' I asked. I knew he had a million of them.

'You look after it for me and I'll get it back when we meet up again.'

'Ok.' I stood nervously in front of him. 'I erm, I'm gonna go.' I was trying to work up the courage to kiss him goodbye. It just felt right. But I didn't know if it was appropriate. It had been fine sitting together last night in front of our friends. But there could be press and photographers around.

'Are you ok?' He laughed. I knew my cheeks were going red. I just had to go for it.

I tip toed up and planted a big wet one on his lips.

'Bye!' I giggled and ran away.

'Bye Lily.' I heard him laugh. A sound I would hold on to when things suddenly took a horrible turn.