just one touch

Four.

Note: I don't know anything about One Direction's concert dates/states/countries etc. This is all purely made up. Any events will also be made up. The picture is what I think James looks like.

Previously:
"Tomorrow." Eventually people stopped picking on him. The girls who made fun of him later wanted to date him. Instead, he focused his attention on his family and my family.

"Daddy and Andrea are going on a date. Wanna watch a movie?" James calls down the hallway, sounding closer with each step.

I hook my phone up to the charger and stick my head out the door. "I'm changing into my pajamas, change into yours. I'll be out in a sec."

I hear his nickname for me through the door and cringe. Eddie. That is a horrible name that David called me and stuck with James. Now the little butt likes to call me that whenever he can.

I pull my drawer open and search for some pajamas. Looks like my Hello Kitty shirt and flannel pants will have to do. I take my swallow bird necklace off and put it on my vanity.

I smile fondly, remembering the conversation my great grandmother and I had. It was given to me by her. She told me her boyfriend gave it to her when they were 17 and desperately in love. He died during WWII. Later she remarried. She told me on the day she gave it to me that she never got over him.

She sits on her porch swing and somehow hopes that one day he'd come down her driveway whistling Yankee Doodle. When I was driving home that day, I thought to myself that that is a love I want. Being so consumed with someone else with love, that I never want to move on.

I head to the living room, seeing James start up Netflix. "What are we watching tonight Jamie?" Payback for calling me Eddie.

"I'm not Jamie! I'm James!" he whines.
I sink into the couch next to him and ignore it. Finally, he decides on Star Trek, the one with Chris Pine. I settle in next to him and prepare for the lines I've heard a thousand times.