Reaching for Happiness

Chapter 27

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face, just like I did every morning I was with Aston. I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed.

'Morning babe' Aston yawned from his bed.

'Morning! I need to go home and get ready for work'

'Do you want a lift?'

'No, Nikki will be going home to get ready anyway, I'm sure she'll give me a lift' I smiled.

'Okay babe, have a good day at work'

'You have a good day at work.. If your going'

'SHIT! Forgot about work! I'm gonna be late!' he exclaimed, jumping out of bed and running to his en suite holding his precious parts.. He had morning glory. I couldn't stop myself from laughing at him.

'Nikki!' I shouted as she was just about to walk out the door.

'Oh, morning! Do you want a lift home?' she smiled.

'I was just gonna ask you that' I said as we walked out the door to her car. There were a few paps around taking photos of us, which wasn't normal. Nikki didn't have to hide as they already knew about her and Marvin; but I had to cover my face. They'd just write a story about Aston taking home a mystery girl or something.. That's all. Nothing we couldn't handle.

Nikki dropped me off at home, so I jumped out and quickly got ready, before driving myself to work. Halfway through my first class, I got a call from Aston. I declined it, as I wasn't even supposed to have my phone on while I was working. I was only teaching little kids, so I'm sure they wouldn't say anything, but I wasn't a rule breaker. When my next class came in, my older class, some of them were giving me funny looks. It confused me.. a lot..

At dinner, I called Aston back. He didn't answer, so I got back to eating my dinner and chatting with Nikki, Hannah, Faye, Jake and Joe. Some people in the canteen were staring at me.. What was up with people today? As I was getting up to leave, my phone started ringing again. Aston was calling me. I answered it this time.

Me - M Aston - A

M: Hey Ast! Sorry I didn't answer you earlier, I was busy. Is everything okay?

A: No, not really. Have you seen the papers this morning?

M: No.. Why?

A: I'll explain later. What time do you finish work?

M: Five.. Ast, what's going on?

A: I'll pick you up at five. Stay inside, I'll come and get you. Make sure you don't go out.

M: Why? Will you just tell me what the fuck is going on?

A: I will later.. I promise. See you at five. Love you!

He hung up on me. What is he talking about? Five o'clock came eventually, so I sat inside as I was told. At 5:05, Aston rushed in with a black hoodie and a pair of sunglasses.

'Ast, what are you doing with sunglasses? It's winter..' I asked.

'Will you put them on with the hoodie, and put the hood up? I'll explain in the car'

'Okay..' Why was he being like this? When we got outside, the car park was full of paparazzi. We got in his car, and sped off.

'Aston, what about my car? I can't leave it here all night'

'I'll get someone to pick it up later.. Now, this will probably explain everything' he said, throwing me a copy of today's sun. There, on the front cover, was a picture of me and Aston holding hands outside the London Eye. What the fuck? I opened it up, and read the story..

"Boyband member Aston Merrygold seems to have finally found himself a girlfriend. He was spotted with this woman several times, on dates and now house hunting"

It went on forever. There was some big made up story of how me and Aston were engaged and were expecting a child, and now we were moving in together. Maybe the child part and moving in bit was true, but engaged? There were loads more pictures of us together. We should have come out about this ages ago..

'What are we gonna do?' I asked, looking at Aston.

'Well, we're on our way to my management now. The rest of the boys are gonna be there too. We need to sort this out together'

When we got out of the car, I had to hide under the hoodie and sunglasses again. We made our way up to an office, and sat up to a big table with business looking people. We waited for a while, before the rest of the boys arrived. After a lot of talking, we arranged a press conference about it. It wasn't the press that scared me though, it was the fans...