You belong to me

Chapter 10 - Parker

So my relationship or situationship had become a bet to our mums and completely unfazed our dads and didn't bother Jake in the slightest. You've got to think the only ones surprised by this coupling are me and Charlotte. "Right well, that's all." I grumble back. My mum picks up on my tone and flashes me a sorry look with her eyes, "I'm sorry Parker, we're just not surprised at all by this, I knew as soon as you saw what Charlotte looks like as a woman now, that it would be inevitable. Me and Angie knew from the moment you saw her that would be it," she replies back to my grumble. It's not just Charlotte's looks that I like, of course, I love her deep brown eyes, her cheekbones, her one dimple that appears when she smiles or laughs, her curly hair, her perfect bronzed skin and her amazing figure, especially her legs. But I liked Charlotte for Charlotte, she's just a normal girl, none of that fake stuff or refusing to eat in front of me or try different things, she's just Charlotte.

Everyone has left to go to bed and I wonder where I'm supposed to sleep tonight, in my room with Jake on the top bunk or if I can sleep with Charlotte, I don't want to rush anything between us but I also don't want her to think I am just coming and going as I please. I hover in the hallway between my bedroom door and Charlottes still deciding which room to sleep in when I can hear Charlotte on the phone, I know it's wrong of me to listen in on her conversation but I can't help but wonder if she's talking about me. "I know Georgia, well he told our families what's going on but I think he only did that because there was people taking photos of him and they got one of us, if that didn't happen I think I would still be a secret," she says with a sigh, it really hurts to hear Charlotte say that and just as I'm about to walk into her room and break up that little phone call of hers she continues, "and I guess like what's even going to happen here? I don't know when he leaves for New York again, I still have one semester left at uni, I'm not just going to drop my life and move to New York with him," I've decided I've heard enough, and I walk into her room, without even knocking. "Oh I have to go Georgia, Parker is here, bye," she says smiling at me, little does she know I've just heard everything.

"Come to New York with me," I blurt out, I guess not fully thinking, as I just literally heard her say she wouldn't move there, but she didn't say she wouldn't visit. Charlotte laughs, "What?" Realistically this could happen, I have to leave on the 27th December anyways, she could come with me for New Years and then go back to Scotland and we can figure it out from there. "I'm being serious, come with me for New Year's Eve then you can go back to Scotland, finish your degree and we'll figure it out," I say sitting on the edge of the bed. Charlotte looks at me with her deep brown eyes and raises her eyebrow, "I don't think you realise this Parker Kingston, but some of us in the world just aren't made of money, I can't just afford to hop on a plane to New York." My mouth does this thing again, where I don't think and I just blurt it out, "I'll buy you a ticket right now, Merry Christmas," I say grinning at her. "You're so stupid," she laughs gently punching my arm. "That's far too much money to spend on me," she says furrowing her brow and slightly more serious. "Well it's already done, I just bought one, and there was only business class left, if that's okay?" I ask and judging by Charlotte's face and the fact her mouth appears unable to close, I take that as a yes.

Now I know the paparazzi are out and about around Cornwall I've decided the days leading up to Christmas, I'm just going to stay in the cottage and the farm land surrounding it, to just spend time with my family before I have to go back to the crazy world out there. Me and Charlotte have been living in some form of a little bubble recently, no distractions, just me and her spending quality time together like a normal couple would do, and I am loving it. I've only been on my phone a couple of times, just to check out the world but I've heavily been avoiding Instagram and twitter just because I know those photos of me and Charlotte will be out there. I'm not embarrassed or anything like that, just people can be mean. "Whatcha doing?" Charlotte asks me, as she comes and sits on my lap, she takes my phone out of my hand and sighs, "I've already seen the fan accounts reposting our pictures and people trying to work out who I am and my Instagram page, going to be pretty hard to do considering you don't even follow me," she says laughing at her own comment. "Fine, I'll follow you back, you happy now?" I say with a grin tickling Charlotte as punishment. Then all of a sudden Charlotte's phone goes wild, it's all follow requests. My Charlotte is no longer my little secret and my bubble can't protect her from the world.