You Have No Idea (Josh Groban fan fic)

Chapter 31

I spent my first few days of my new job settling in and getting to know the rest of the crew but I was bloody exhausted by the time I got into little rented room each night. Everyone was friendly and helpful so didn't need to worry about being left out.

On my first night away from home in a small town somewhere in France I curled up in bed feeling lonely. I called my brother in London which was only an hour behind French time. He made me laugh and cheered me up a bit but I still left a bit lost without him. Then I video called Josh who was still in New York. That was a mistake! I cried, then he cried and then Sweeney started howling.

Mostly we only spent a few days in each filming location. Sometimes it barely felt long enough to unpack my toothbrush. I'd never worked on a production that moved this fast around so many locations. In between doing my actual job of applying make up there seemed to be just as much traveling so I was always busy.

I wish I could say I was too busy to feel homesick but actually I missed my family and the familiarity terribly. When I got into bed at night they were all I could think about.

I barely had time to speak to Josh seeing as I was busy and he was in LA now and on a completely different time zone. I would email him regularly with a few paragraphs about my adventures and then another paragraph about how much I love him and missed him. He would reply to the emails with photos of him and Sweeney in the studio, telling me about the songs he was writing. Email and wattsapp messages where amazing but nothing was quite as wonderful as actually being with him.

My phone woke me one night, buzzing furiously in the corner of the room where I was charging it. It couldn't be morning already. I grumbled and rolled out of the squeaky old single bed, landing with a thump on the floor.

"I miss my big bed." I groaned out loud.

I squinted in the dark at the screen. Oh, Josh was calling! I jabbed at the screen and held the phone to my ear.

"Hello you." I smiled sleepily.

"Hey beautiful!" his voice greeted me.

That beautiful voice was like velvet in my ears, running through my body and into my soul to warm and soothe me.

"Oh god, you sound gorgeous! I could listen to you for hours!" I told him.

He laughed, which didn't help the butterflies in my tummy.

"Are you drunk?" he chuckled.

"No!" I laughed. "Just sleepy and so pleased to hear your voice."

"Did I wake you?" he asked. "Sorry my love. I'm so confused with the time difference. I'll let you get back to sleep."

"No no!" I stopped him. "I'd rather speak to you that sleep. It's been too long."

"I know. It's been the longest month on my life." he sighed. "I'm gonna try to clear some time to see you. I can't wait two more months until I kiss you again."

The butterflies in my tummy tingled again at the thought of kissing that delicious man. I had to hold back tears as well.

He told me about his day. I told him about mine and before we knew it we'd been talking for an hour.

"You need to sleep." he told me. "We can't talk all night. Anyway, Sweeney's whining at the door for the w word."

It took me a moment. "Walkies?" I asked.

"Don't say it! He'll hear you!" he laughed.

"Give him a kiss from me before you go out. I love you." I smiled.

"I love you more." I said, a smile audible in his voice too.

"Shut up." I giggled.

I had beautiful dreams of cuddling with Josh that night. I thought I could even smell him when I woke up which confused me and upset me a little.

Speaking to Josh should have buoyed me along but actually made me a little depressed.

At least there were only a few days left before me week off with my family. To celebrate my Dad's 70th birthday he four of us were going to spend a few days together in London, seeing the sights, eating too much food and having fun. My Dad did love a bit of a party and fuss but was also feeling a bit depressed about getting old so me and my brother decided we needed to spoil him. If you can't spoil your Dad on his 70th, when can you?