Just Pretend, cb {completed}

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*photo album*

C O R B Y N

Touring season is starting late February of next year. I know this, all my team know this, but i haven't told Sierra yet.

Things are going exceptionally well between us and i know when i announce i'm going on tour, that will completely wreck it. That's the last thing i want to happen but i know it will happen.

I cancelled tour around April time last year when Sierra overdosed, it'll be a whole year without me touring. I miss being on the road, but i don't want to jeopardize our relationship again.

We haven't announced the dates to fans yet, it's a world tour and will take me all the way up to December of that year. Meaning, i literally won't see Sierra for ten months.

I'm going to try and convince her to come with me but i know she will most likely say no. She's settling down with her life in LA, becoming her own person and i couldn't be more proud of her.

But i know for a fact this tour is just going to ruin what he have going. I told her i wouldn't be going on tour for like a year; i promised her that. However, my management had other plans, they already booked the venues and everything so i can't even do anything about it.

I made a promise i couldn't keep and she will be mad at me for that, very mad at me. She's sick of me making untrue promises and i'm sick of myself making promises i know i can't keep.

It sucks.

"Hey, I bought you a present." She walks in from spending time at Dylans with his three girls. She has paint over her face.

"You did?" I smile, grabbing her makeup wipes from her drawer.

"Yeah, Also excuse this." She points to the paint over her face. "I'm a human canvas at Dylan's, anyway, here." She hands me the plastic bag.

I take it off her and she bends down to her mirror, wiping off the paint with her makeup wipe. I open the bag and it was a book with the date i met her imprinted on the top.

I take it out and she sits on the edge of the bed, smiling at me opening the present. I open the first page and realised it was a photo album from the first picture we ever took, leading up to pictures of us now.

I started tearing up while flicking through the pages, there's pictures in here i forgot we took but the memories came flooding back as soon as i seen the picture.

Some from New York, Paris, London, Hawai'i. Some from our bedroom; our pool.

"I love this, thank you." I close the book over, pressing my lips on hers. She pulls away and wipes my eyes. "Don't cry."

"Have i ever told you that you're the best?" I wrap my arms around her, placing the book on the desk.

She smiles, "I already know i am." I look into her eyes and she presses her lips on mine. I kiss her back but then got the urge to tell her about my tour. I pull away and open my eyes, her eyes opening at the same time.

"What's wrong?" She cups my cheeks in her hand. She's going to be so upset, but the sooner the better, right?

"Uhh, we need to talk." I rub my lips together. She got worried and pulled away from me completely, her eyebrows furrowing into a frown.

"Is it a bad talk?" She sits on the edge of the bed which made me sit beside her. I look down, not answering that. It's bad.

I grab her hand in mine and she waited for me to say something. How do i get this out so she won't hate me? There isn't a way possible. I'm screwed. I'm ruining what we have.