Chapter One
Cardboard boxes cluttered the floor of the bedroom. Clothes were tossed upon the bed and the dresser drawers were all pulled out. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom I was to share with my boyfriend. I flew here to be with him. Being halfway around the world wasn't working for us so one of use had to make a move and I couldn't ask him to give up his career. So I moved to England to be with him.
I leaned against the door frame as Tom joined me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder. We both stared at the mess in front of us. He kissed the side of my head. "I'm glad you're here, baby, but I can't see our bed." I hit him lightly on his stomach and we both started to laugh. I kissed his cheek and we both got back to unpacking my things. We decided that he got the left side of the drawers for his clothes while I got the right side. My DVDs were put in the theatre along with Dougie's and Tom's. Thankfully when I got there all the porn was gone. I hooked up my laptop in the den/office which Tom used only when he had to make calls to Fletch. My dressier clothes we hung in the closet. I placed my guitar with all of Tom's guitars and Dougie's basses in studio.
When we finally finished putting away my stuff, we crashed on our bed. I cuddled up to Tom. He had his arm around my shoulder and I laid my head in the crux of his neck. I placed my left arm over his stomach and felt so comfortable in his arms again. He kissed my head and whispered quietly, "Welcome home, baby."
I was happy to be with him. Tom was everything to me. I felt horrible about leaving Ash in New York, but she understood why I decided to move. Of course before I left she gave me some advice about it not being all its cracked up to be. I nodded to her and half listened to what she said. Tom and I both tried to convince her to come to England with us, but her heart was in the Big Apple.
My parents weren't too happy about me moving to another country for a guy, especially a musician. I was their only child and they wanted me to have a great relationship with a doctor or lawyer. My parents just wanted to make sure that I was happy and that I did love the guy I was moving for. And I did. I wouldn't move just for anybody, only for someone who wrote me a song.
Tom and I were happy to be together again. While I still lived in New York, we would try to visit each other every few weeks. But that was hard because of his schedule and the plane ticket prices. When I decided to move, Tom had rented a private jet to take me to England with all of my belongings, one of the perks of dating someone famous. Seeing Tom's face as I walked down the steps of the plane made me forget every bad thought I had in mind. His arms around me and his lips upon mine were like a dream to me. I had forgotten how sweet his kiss was and how perfectly I fit in his arms. Tom made me feel safe; Tom made me feel as if I was home.
There was one little detail Tom didn't tell me until I arrived here: Dougie and he shared an apartment. I wasn't too shocked. But I only asked Dougie to do two things for me: wear clothes around me and if he were to use his porn, to try not to do it when I was home. That wasn't too much to ask for, was it? Dougie seemed to be okay with my requests.
Everything was going my way. I got to be with my boyfriend, I got to be surrounded by good friends and I got to make music. A part of the reason I was going to England was to write songs with the boys. Fletch liked the two and a half songs that I wrote and thought I would be a good addition to the creative team of McFly. I was just in time to start writing a new album with them. They had two songs written, 'Please, Please,' and my personal favorite, 'Star Girl.' We knew that they need at lest nine other tracks for the CD. Fletch was in talks with Queen's band manager about doing a cover of 'Don't Stop Me Now.' I was hoping this new experience would give me enough to write about.
Everyone warned me before leaving that moving in with someone is nice for the first month or so, but afterward it would end. The first two months were considered the 'Honeymoon days'. I thought honeymoon days were just for when you got married, but according to my mother it can also happen when you move in with someone. Ash told me the same thing but I blew her off because I never listen to half the things she says. I only paid attention after my mother told me. But I made a sub-conscious promise that I wouldn't let that happen to me and Tom. Things are going to be harder for us because he's in the limelight. I know we can make it work. We survived eight months apart. We can survive a little drama now that we're together. We can make it work.