The green eyes I wanted to find

Chapter 4

Days passed, it got colder and colder and soon we called it December. We've been a couple for three months now and loved each other as much as never before. Two weeks ago, Jonny had asked me to move in with him and we've enjoyed each other's company every day since then.

I was standing in the kitchen, preparing a cake. It was already completely dark outside, even though it was just 5pm, and at noon it had even started to snow slightly. When I was about to put the cake in the oven finally, I heard some noisy, clumsy-Jonny-typical sounds in the hall, followed by an excited exclamation:

"We're going on tour, darling, and you'll come with us! Isn't that fantastic news?"

I stepped out in the hall and saw Jonny standing there, his eyes sparkling in excitement and his cheeks redded. There were some little snow crystals melting on his black beanie which I found adorable.

"Tour? When? That sounds awesome!"

He didn't answer immediately but hugged me tightly and danced a pirouette on the floor, then he kissed me passionately and excitedly. We went to the kitchen again and he sat down, filling a glass with water and gulping it down hastily.

"Well, it's not a real tour, actually. But we were invited to play at The Voice Of Germany on Friday and on Saturday, we're playing a concert in Munich! And Phil especially asks you to come with us because you're able to speak German and plus, you'll see your friends and family again!"

That was indeed true. I was born in Germany and came to England when I started studying movie design at the UCL. My family lived pretty near Munich where I've been growing up as well. Actually, we were meeting at Christmas every year, but last year, I've been very ill at the time and couldn't visit them, but this year everything should have been working out as usual. Jonny and I hadn't arranged anything for Christmas yet though but it was clear for both of us that we would spend it together and so this opportunity would be a great solution.

"Jonny, are you serious? I can come with you?", I asked him amazed by his caring soul.

"Yes, sure!" He came over to me and hugged me from behind. "You know, we'll first fly to Berlin because of our gig at The Voice, but in the meantime you could already go to Munich and stay one day with your family, then, on Saturday, you're invited to come to see our concert and come with us to the hotel, you know, after-show party and stuff and you can decide if you fly home with us on Sunday or stay some more days..."

"Oh my god! Jon, you're so amazing, the boys are amazing, Phil is amazing, I love you!" I kissed him cockily. "I'll just go and call my parents, allright?"

He laughed, amused by my excitement, though I bet he was at least as excited as me, and let me go, not without planting a kiss on my neck before.

London, Heathrow, December 5th, 9:23am. I hugged Jonny one last time before getting on my plane which would take me to Munich. My parents would pick me up at the airport and I would spend the day and the following with them, before I'd go to the boys' concert next evening. In the meantime, the band would go to Berlin and fly to Munich late this evening.

The day with my parents was fantastic. I haven't noticed how much I missed them since I met Jonny, but the nostalgic feeling when I saw the surroundings of my childhood was pretty special and nice. We had many many stories to tell, we went to a restaurant and for a walk and I especially had to tell them literally everything about my current boyfriend. They were both kind of little shocked at first when they learned that he was a world-famous guitarist but, I guess, also very proud and happily excited.

The next day, I met lots of old friends who haven't moved to another town over the years. It was very nice and interesting to talk to them and learn how they were all doing currently, what jobs they had and so on. They were not less astonished when I told them who my boyfriend was. One of them was special jealous since she's been a hardcore Coldplay fan for years and she couldn't believe that I got to meet all five of them and made friends with them, and couldn't get over the fact that I lived with Jonny Buckland either. She also had tickets for the concert that night and so we went there together by train.

At the entrance we parted and I turned over to the press entrance where Phil was stood and welcame me with a huge smile. He lead me backstage and told me to wait for a minute until Jonny would come back from the make-up woman.

I noticed when he came back at once, when he wrapped his strong arms around me from behind and kissed me so hard and passionately and I bet we would have had a heated make out session due to the day we were apart if Will had not (politely) interrupted and told Jonny to get ready for the show. One of their technic guys took me to my seat on the left of the stage so I would be right at Jonny's side the whole time.

As soon as I was seated, the show started. To say it was nice would be pretty underrestimating. The boys were in super constitution as well as the crowd and I enjoyed every single minute. Suddenly Jonny spoke something into his microphone:

"Hi guys, this is me, Jonny Buckland, our next song is called 'Paradise', and I'd love to dedicate it to a very special person who is my paradise. I think -", he threw a short mischievous glance at me, "- the person I mean knows that..." Loud cheers from the crowd answered him and I just sat there and was once again overwhelmed and fulfilled by love for this unique romantic man there on the stage with the guitar and the hat on.

At 10pm, the fantastic show was over, the band headed backstage, showered and got dressed again for the intimate after-show party in the hotel. Actually, that was what Guy told me on the car ride to the hotel, it was not a real after-show party just because of their concert but a party organized by the hotel and well, why shouldn't we join it?

The location was brilliant. The furniture of the room in which the party was taking part was a mix of old and newer styles and looked awesome, you could see they had had a talented architect. In the middle of the huge room a buffet had been put and many glasses of champagne and wine stood next to it. The band including me went straight to the alcohol, except Chris who helped himself to the buffet at first and was caught in many talks very soon. I also lost Jonny quite quickly in the crowd of people who were filling the room now and so was only stood there with Guy, each of us holding a glass of champagne.

The situation was a bit awkward, neither of us seemed to know what to say and I started to look around in the room very innocently until our eyes suddenly met. He smiled, I smiled. He raised his glass.

"I... I'd like to have a toast. On your beauty", he murmured with his Scottish accent.

I was quite astonished by this and couldn't get any hint why he said this.

"Ehh, thanks. Thanks, Guy", I replied feeling a bit more awkward. Our glasses clung and we each took a sip of our champagne. Guy looked over his glass while drinking and raised one eyebrow which let him look undeniably sexy. I felt my cheeks turning red and looked down shyly. What for god's sake was that? Both him and me were in a strong relationship, so why was he flirting with me? That was undeniably flirting. My thoughts were soon interrupted by Jonny who touched my shoulder lightly:

"Hey, there you are! I couldn't find you the whole time, but, listen, I'll just go to our room, okay? I'm sorry but the concert was quite exhausting and I didn't sleep well last night... But our room number is 207, I'll give you a second key, you can just come whenever you want to, allright?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, sure, I'll stay here for a bit longer and come upstairs then. Good night, darling!"

We kissed and then he made his way upstairs.

It wasn't only one glass of champagne I drunk this evening. With every glass of wine or champagne, my vision or my perception in general went slightly more blurry. The sounds of the laughing people around me faded out slowly.