"You excited then?" I laughed as he squeezed me and lifted my feet off the ground.
                          
"You bet! We've got some proper bangers on the new record, I can't wait to play them live!" He exclaimed.
                          
"Well you sure do. And try to rub some of that excitement off on my John, he could you use it." I giggled.
                          
"Oh you can count on me." He said and laughed.
                          
"Now what does a man have to do to get a hug over here?" Brian asked, pretending to be hurt.
                          
"Oh quit whining and come here!" I exclaimed and the curly haired guitar player wrapped his long arms around me. "Hi there Brian." I chuckled.
                          
"Hey. So, how are you feeling?" He asked me.
                          
"Well, I've been better and I've been worse. I am actually very excited for the tour, I just wish I could come along. I loved touring with you last year and now that we are officially together, I bet it would've been even more fun." I told him.
                          
"I understand. But you will get to join us on tour someday, like on our European leg of the tour for example. It'll be a hoot." He said with a smile and ruffled my hair.
                          
"Yeah, I know. And I'll actually be able to come to America in two months, I have some things I have to work out at the Uni and then I'll fly over probably on April 26th." I told him and his smile widened.
                          
"Well I can't wait for April 26th then." He said and hugged me again.
                          
After about fifteen minutes of waiting Freddie waltzed in with a wide smile.
                          
"It's showtime darlings!" He exclaimed before greeting us all.
                          
John turned to me and even though I could finally see excitement in his eyes, a wave of sadness washed over his gaze.
                          
"You're going to me alright?" He said, but it came out as a question and to be honest, I don't know if it was actually directed at me.
                          
"I'm going to be just fine honey." I said and forced a smile onto my face. From the corner of my eye I could see the other starting to get ready to go through security, which meant that he too would have to go soon.
                          
"I'll call you whenever I can. And you have the list of hotels we're going to be staying in and you know my alias so just ask for Jason Dane, they'll give you the phone number for that room. And I'll be coming back home for one night on the 22nd so in three weeks. We'll be fine." He said. "Right?"
                          
The little 'right?' he added absolutely broke my heart and I could hold back the tears anymore. "Right. We'll be fine. I love you John and I'm going to miss you so much. Call me once the plane lands okay?" I pleaded as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
                          
"I love you too. And I will." He said. He pulled away when Freddie began calling out his name. He placed his hands on both of my cheeks and kissed me passionately before walking to Freddie, wiping his eyes as he did.


                          
I shed quite a few tears as I drove back from the airport. In just a two weeks time I had managed to get awfully accustomed to being around John. Waking up next to him every morning, watching the telly with every night, having to always fall in to the toilet because apparently it is impossible to remember to put it down after you've peed.
                          
"John!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I could hear him hurriedly getting out of bed and rushing to the bathroom.
                          
"What is it? Are you hurt? What happened?" He asked worriedly and looked around, trying to find what was wrong.
                          
"Yes, my ego is deeply hurt from falling into the toilet again. Put the seat down mate, I'd rather not swim in there every night." I muttered under my breath and gave him a dirty glance.
                          
"Whoopise, sorry love. I'll try to remember to put it down next time." He said and left a kiss on my forehead before walking back to our bedroom.
                          
"Write a fucking song about it, maybe you'll remember it then! You can call it 'The buns in my bowl'!" I shouted and a loud laughter erupted from the bedroom.
                          
The memory brought a smile to my face. It was going to be though to be away from him for so long again, but we would manage. Just like we always did, or... well, would've managed had I not been such a little prick about everything. Thankfully John was the mature one of us. 
                          
When I finally made it back home from the horrendous maze that we call the London traffic, I was more than fucking greatly displeased to find none other than Ronnie Voorhees standing in front of our gate. What the fuck does that cunt want? Has she not done enough?
                          
She gave me the fakest smile I had ever seen as I got out of the car to open the gate so I could drive in.
                          
"Kindly fuck off." I told her.
                          
"Good to see you too." She said in her stupid accent. I hated her, literally everything about her. And I might have considered running her over.
                          
Instead of fucking off she followed me to the front yard. I parked the car and got out and turned to the Dutch model.
                          
"Did you not hear me? Leave or I'll call the police." I told her. I wasn't kidding.
                          
"Oh I will. I just wanted to come by and see how you're doing. It must be so difficult to have John leave so soon after you two reconciled." She said, trying to look sympathetic but the face she made was closer to the one you'd do while sitting on the toilet.
                          
"Sure. Good talk. Now go." I told her and to my surprise. She actually left. I closed the gate behind her and when she turned to wave me goodbye, I gave her the finger.
                          
When Freddie had called me a couple days ago, saying that Ronnie might pull off a stunt like this, I didn't think she's actually do it. John had been fuming when I told him about her possible plans, but I had told him not to worry about it. As much as I hated her guts, I almost pitied her. I thought it was actually quite sad to see the lengths she would go to, just so she could make me feel miserable.
                          
I made my way to the door and went in. The house felt so empty. I had spent a lot of time alone there when John was recording things at the studio or running errands, and I had never lonely. But now that I knew that I would be the only one living there for four months... I shook my head at the thought. I hated it. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay there, no. I had originally planned to stay in London and just deal with the two hour drive to University, but no, not when all I would have waiting for me after a long day would be an empty house.
                          
So I went upstairs and packed all my things and drove back to Cambridge.


                          
Am I aware that this chapter was shit? Absolutely. This was super rushed and I wrote this at 4am. Sorry