BOOK TWO: COMPLETE ✅ With The Ambition quickly becoming one of the music industry's hottest young bands, Abi and Noah's fledgling relationship must face a whole host of new challenges.
As press interest in Noah's shady history and his current priva...
The boys stayed on in Vegas for a few days to record for the new album at Brave Music's own state-of the-art studio. Getting back to the flat without him felt lonely, so I headed straight to Charlotte's, where Kris had by some miracle managed to free up a night in his hectic social calendar to spend a night curled up with wine, gossip, and fussing over Charlotte and Erin.
The main topic of conversation was, unsurprisingly, mine and Noah's relationship. His appearance on The Geoff Colston Show was scheduled for that Friday night. He would land at six in the morning, have a few hours at home to catch up on sleep – or whatever else he might have fancied doing - then head into Central London to meet the rest of the band at the TV studio.
It had been decided that the entire group would be on the sofa with Geoff. Mikey would be fresh out of rehab and Brave had suggested it was the perfect opportunity to show the world his new, clean image.
Kris, Charlotte and I all agreed on one thing. We were nervous.
"What if he's not ready?" Charlotte had mused as she topped up my glass of red. "He's been through such a shit heap recently that I just don't know whether it's too soon."
Kris nodded. "And Noah," he said, raising an eyebrow, "Exactly how much is he going to reveal? Everyone knows Geoff seems to have a way of getting people to say things they never planned to say."
He was right. As a chat show host for over twenty years, Geoff Colston had a reputation for most of his interviews ending up in tears, hysterics, or shock revelations.
I tried not to think about how deep he would delve into Noah's former life as I took a long sip of my wine and shrugged in response to Kris' question.
After a couple of days rattling around the flat on my own, I finally woke up to Noah slipping into bed next to me early Friday morning. Having him home made me feel complete once more, and I snuggled into his chest as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in close.
"I missed you," he whispered.
"Missed you too," I replied, softly kissing his lips before snuggling my head under his chin and falling back to sleep.
It was gone lunchtime by the time we woke. After having some lunch and catching up, Noah jumped in the shower to get ready. Charlotte had asked whether I wanted to go round to hers to watch the show that night, but something inside of me was saying I needed to watch it alone.
To my surprise, Noah's speech at The Billboards had proved to be something of a hit online, with the majority of fans and gossip sites praising his words about how the boys had become his family. Rather than jumping to knock him down for dedicating his award to me, they ran with the idea of Noah being saved by whomever the mystery 'guardian angel' may be.
But, later that night, he would be revealing his full story. The truth about how he'd been forced to walk away from his own family and spend months alone on the street, before making the difficult decision to earn money the only way he could.
I didn't want to watch that truth being told from behind a cushion on Charlotte's sofa. In fact, I didn't want to watch it at all.
But I knew I had to.
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