Chapter 53

                                    

                                          
Right guys, I'm going to have to keep a little break from writing, because I was hospitalised a few days ago and I'm going to have surgery tomorrow. You don't have to worry about me, I'll be fine, but after the surgery I will be in the hospital for a while and I don't know if I'm allowed to use my laptop. I'm sorry guys. Anyway, here's the chapter!
                          
"You got everything John?" I asked as I was about to close the front door. The man patted himself down as he listed 'keys, wallet, passport, visa.' He looked up at me with a smile that I knew to be forced and nodded.
                          
"Yup. I've got everything."
                          
We had agreed that it would make the morning of the tour a lot easier if we pretended to not be sad about it. We would act as if today was no different from the past week, as if everything were all good and dandy. Because if we let the other one see how badly it hurt, we both knew that he would not get on that plane.
                          
Slowly I shut the door and turned back to face the man. It was time I drove him to the airport. He would be meeting the boys at Heathrow where their plane to General Mitchell International Airport, Milwaukee would be waiting.
                          
He took my hand as we walked to the car, neither of us saying a word. He sat behind the steering wheel and I sat next to him on the front seat, chuckling to myself.
                          
"What?" He asked confusedly and furrowed his brows.
                          
"Nothing, it's just that... I'm supposed to be the one driving you to the airport, not the other way around." I said and he laughed a little laugh.
                          
"I guess you're right. You can drive if you want?"
                          
"Absolutely not." I was still to overcome my crippling fear of driving in London. The traffic is absolutely horrific.
                          
And so it was John who reversed out of the driveway.



                          
"And don't forget to lock the back door every night. You double check it. And definitely the front gate and the door. And if you hear any suspicious sounds anywhere in or out of the how do not investigate, call the police, 999, you know the drill. And then you call me and I'll come home the first thing. And remember to-" John listed frantically.
                          
"John, sweetheart. I know. I'm going to be just fine. You remember to drink something other than beer every now and then, I know your drinking habits while touring. And if you could leave the cocaine to Roger and Freddie, that would be great. And no groupies!" I added adn nudged his side.
                          
"Oh no, all my plans are ruined now." He said melodramatically. We both knew that he wouldn't be having any groupies. He would barely speak to any girls backstage.
                          
"And you might want to consider telling that to Roger as well. I quite like this Dominique girl." I told him and he laughed.
                          
"Yeah, perhaps I should. But we should get going now, the guys are probably already inside." He said and we got out of the car.
                          
And as we have anticipated, everyone else was already there, except for Freddie, he was late. That wasn't really a surprise to anyone. Everyone seemed to be very excited for tour. Roger loved traveling and seeing the world and so did Fred. And I knew that once the plane took off, John too would stop moping around and start getting excited, it was the leaving that was difficult for him.
                          
"Hello Deacons!" Roger cheered joyfully once he saw us walking in the door. Deacons. His words made my heart flutter. I quite liked the sound of that. John and I hadn't talked about getting engaged yet, I mean, we had just gotten back together, but it was something I had thought of quite often.
                          
"Not quite yet." John laughed and hugged the blonde man. I hugged Dominique, the gorgeous dark haired lady by his side.
                          
"So, today's the day!" She said with a wide an excited smile. She would be joining them on tour since she was currently between jobs. Lucky bastard. I thought to myself as I turned to hug Roger.