Chapter 10

xXxXx

"Finally! Home sweet home," Paul exclaimed as we walked into the door of the flat for the first time in two weeks. John and George trailed behind us and once they were inside we were able to slam the door, silencing the screams of the fans swarmed outside.

I never really realized how absolutely crazy fans could be until I went on a tour with the Fab Four. True to his word, Ringo refused to let me stay at home alone so I was relentlessly dragged along, much to Brian's - and my - displeasure. This mini tour took place in Germany, and honestly, it was the longest two weeks of my life. The schedule was crazy and the shows were crazier. At every concert, at least 5 girls attempted to jump on stage, and if it weren't for the body guards, I have no doubt that they would have managed to get up there and tackle the boys down.

After each concert, there were huge parties in the suite that the boys shared. Luckily, since I was posing as a photographer, Brian was kind enough to pay the expenses for my own hotel room down the hall. So when the overwhelming smell of booze and sound of drunken laughter got to be too much, I was able to escape to my own room.

Throughout the whole tour, I had tried my hardest to be as enthusiastic as possible. But my nightmares about Thomas were getting even worse. They were so bad that I had been secretly taking medicine that helped me stay awake. Just thinking about sleep and the nightmares was enough to trigger an anxiety attack. I was getting startled very easily, and while in big crowds, I found myself becoming distant and back in the alley. I was constantly looking over my shoulder, scared that Thomas was behind me. I was showing every sign of PTSD but I refused to talk to anyone about it. Talking would only make it worse, I felt.

The boys hadn't necessarily caught on to my change in behavior, but I couldn't really blame them. They were so busy and stressed during the day, and hammered during the night. For some reason, I had this idea that Ringo never drank on tour. But I quickly found out how wrong I was. He put away about as much liquor as John, which was quite a lot. I was rarely around to see him completely blitzed, but I figured it was for the best, as he would probably be with other girls. And that was not something I wanted to see.

"It does feel wonderful to be home, doesn't it?" Paul asked nobody in particular as he collapsed on the couch. George followed suit.

"It would be even better if those damned girls would go away," he said grumpily, rubbing his temple with his hands. I nodded in agreement. They were still out there screaming and it was really annoying. Didn't they ever get tired of that? Their poor throats.

I was barely able to sit down at the kitchen table when the phone suddenly rang loudly on the wall next to me. I jumped, frightened by the sudden noise. Ringo grinned at me as he walked past me to answer it.

"'Ello?" Pause.

"Oh hey Cyn! Yeah, we're home finally. Obviously." He laughed. "Yeah, yeah he's right here." He held the phone to his chest and turned to us. "Johnny it's for you!"

John groaned and picked himself up from off the floor. He looked annoyed as he grabbed the phone from Ringo and put it up to his ear. "Hey Cyn. What?" He sighed. "Yeah, I guess. Where? Alright. I'll be there in about an hour. Sooner? Jesus woman, I just got in! Okay, okay calm down. I'll leave as soon as I hang up, promise. Love you too. See you soon." With another annoyed sigh he hung up the phone.

"She wants me to go meet her. She says its very urgent, so I guess I better go now." He really wasn't hiding his disappointment. And I guess I couldn't blame him. I'm sure all he wanted was a good nap in his own bed.

Ringo walked to the back door, looked out, then returned to John. "S'all clear mate. Best bet is to sneak out that way and you won't get trailed." He gave him a firm pat on the shoulder. John nodded, grabbed his coat once again, and was back out the door once again. The house was silent for a few minutes before I started to get restless. The medicine I took really made me want to be on my feet all the time.

"Why don't I make us all some lunch? You guys go to your rooms and relax. It's been a stressful two weeks, you deserve it."

All of their eyes lit up, and Paul and George got up and walked over to Ringo and I. George gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You are a saint, love." I smiled at him and he returned it then walked down the hall to his room.

Paul put a hand on each shoulder and gave me a tired smile. "I'm not sure we would make it without you," he said before leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. His eyes flicked towards Ringo, then he grinned to himself and proceeded to walk to his room.

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" Ringo asked, reaching to grab the bread from the cupboard. I slapped his hand down and gave him a very serious look.

"Don't make me drag you to your room," I told him. He raised his eyebrows.

"I don't see the bad side," he said with a small smirk on his lips. My eyes widened with surprise. Was he.. was he flirting?

"Oh just get, you annoying prat!" I exclaimed, laughing. He winked and suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him. I flushed instantly and gasped, taken aback by the sudden movement. He leaned in so that his nose was just brushing against mine.

"Well, you know where to find me if you want me," he whispered. I held my breath as his blue eyes melted into mine, and his warm breath tickled my lips. He then gave me a soft kiss dangerously close to my lips. Without another word he pulled away and strolled down the hall, leaving me to stand there, completely frozen. What had just happened?

I suddenly felt really dizzy and had to take a seat. My head was swimming with confusion and I wasn't sure what to do. But I recalled back to what George had said about how Ringo felt about me, and the dizziness was replaced with giddiness. Could Ringo really have feelings for me? He could have any girl he wants, but he has feelings for me?

No. I thought firmly. Even if he did like me, I was too broken for him. Ringo deserved the best, and I was far from the best. He didn't deserve some girl who was scared of everything. A girl who rarely slept and when she did, she woke up from nightmares. I didn't deserve him.

I stood up and tried to forget about what had just happened while I made the sandwiches. But it was so hard to block it out of my mind. Just thinking about him being that close to me made the butterflies in my stomach go wild. Just thinking about him having feelings for me made me giddy. Boy, I was in trouble.

I took the sandwiches and tea to the boys and they accepted them gratefully. Once I had made the deliveries I went to my room. I tried to relax, but I had so much running through my mind that relaxing was impossible. I needed to do something. So I decided that a walk would be nice. It didn't feel too bad outside and it could help me calm down.

When I opened my door to leave my room, I ran right into someone. I looked up to see Ringo looking down at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, confused as to why he was here. My heart started to beat faster and my palms started to sweat. What if he was here to make another move? Although I knew I needed to turn him down, I wasn't sure if I would have that kind of self control again. I wanted him. I wanted to kiss him until his lips were sore. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair. I wanted to snuggle my face into his neck at two in the morning when I couldn't get comfy. I wanted to feel his arms around me. I wanted to moan his name when-

"I just wanted to check up on you, Mel. You haven't seemed.. right lately. Is something the matter?"

I gave him my best smile. "That's sweet of you Ringo, but I'm fine. Touring has just taken a lot out of me, that's all."

He bit at his bottom lip. "You know I don't believe that." Without removing his eyes from my face, he grabbed my hands in his. He rubbed small circles into the back of my hands with his thumbs. "I want you to talk to me if something is wrong. I hate to see you upset."

I felt guilty because I was hiding so much from him, and I knew all he wanted to do was help. But I didn't want to burden him, or anyone, with my problems. I wanted to deal with them myself so nobody else got worried.

"I really appreciate you being concerned, but really, I'm fine." I stood on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. I felt his cheeks move under my lips into a smile. He pulled me into a hug, and I couldn't ignore his smell of cologne and cigarettes. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell, smiling. My poor heart couldn't take this much affection from him much longer.

"If you ever need to talk, I'm just a few doors down, doll." He said quietly. I nodded before pulling away. He gave me a smile that melted my heart and I tried to return it.

"Well, I'm going to go on a walk. Maybe drop by the grocery since we're a bit low on food. I'll be back in a few hours. Try not to burn the flat down while I'm gone." I told him, winking. He just rolled his eyes and moved so I could walk past him and into the hall.

I told Paul and George where I was headed to before I finally stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The girls around me freaked out, until they saw it was just me. Then they started bombarding me with questions about the boys. I just put my head down and walked away from the flat as fast as I could. I could have taken the back alley and avoided all of this, but I refused to go back there. I'd rather deal with the girls than go back there.

The walk through the small town was nice. The crisp air helped me clear my mind and think about everything that had been happening with Ringo lately. He seemed to really be showing some feelings for me lately. If what happened with Thomas hadn't happened, I would be jumping with joy. But instead I felt guilty. I had feelings for Ringo as well, but I couldn't return them. He would only be let down. He would go into our relationship expecting a carefree, happy girl and would instead get a girl who is constantly looking over her shoulder and is overly emotional.

He deserved someone like, as much as it pained me to think about it, Maureen. She seemed happy enough, and she was pretty and they obviously had some good chemistry at one point. I was sure they could get it back.

I sighed and tried to not let the tears fall. I really wanted to be with Ringo, but I knew I couldn't handle it. I wasn't ready just yet. And I would just keep telling myself that he deserved better to make it easier on myself. But I knew it wouldn't. I just had to try.

My train of thought was interrupted by something gigantic tackling me to the ground. I let out a startled shout as my butt hit the ground. I was ready to defend myself but I froze once I felt something wet slap against my face. Then again. And again.

I heard a man shouting not too far away, but I was too disoriented to understand what he was saying. I tried to focus on whatever had attacked me, and once I managed to get my sight straight, I saw a giant dog standing over me, a grin on its face and its tongue hanging out of his mouth. My fear was instantly washed away and I smiled as I realized my attacker was just a friendly dog wanting to play. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and used both hands to pet the dog. This seemed to make it even happier, and it rubbed its faced against me and gave me more sloppy kisses.

"Sam! Samson, off!" I heard a man say, closer this time. I looked up to see a young man, around my age, trying to pry the dog off of me. I was able to stand up and brush myself off once he managed to get the dog back a bit.

"I am so sorry! I don't know what happened!" He said, apologizing profusely. I just smiled and shook my head.

"It's fine! I love dogs. He just wanted to play!" I crouched down and scratched the dog's ears again. "Didn't you Samson? Awh you are just too cute!" Sam's reply was another sloppy, wet kiss.

Once the man saw that I wasn't going to give him an earful, he smiled and stuck his hand out. "The name's Henry. That big bear there is Samson. It's nice to meet you!"

I stood up and shook his hand. "Melissa! It's nice to meet you too! Sam really is a beautiful dog."

Henry turned red and scratched the back of his neck. "I really apologize for that. He's never just randomly jumped on someone before. Maybe he just knows a cute girl when he sees one."

I blushed at his compliment and tried to play it cool. He seemed like quite the charmer.

"Would you like to walk with me for a bit? If you have nothing else to do, of course. I'm sure Samson would love to have another person to love on."

I thought about it for a minute, then decided that it couldn't hurt. I had no where else to be. "Sure!"

We started walking side by side, and Samson ran ahead of us, making sure he left no flower unsniffed and no bug unchased.

"So, you're American, huh?" He asked. I was a bit surprised.

"How'd you know?"

Henry looked at me confused. "The accent? It sticks out quite a bit here." I wanted to smack myself in the face. Of course! I had an American accent.

I laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, sometimes I forget about it. But yes, I'm from good ol' America."

"Nice! What brought you here?" He asked. My eyes dropped at the question as I thought about my parents. I hadn't really thought about them lately, and a feeling a guilt came over me. Henry noticed something was off and he held up his hands.

"Hey, if you don't wanna talk about it, no problem. I understand that everyone has their stories." I smiled gratefully at him. He returned it, then went back to asking questions. "How do you like it here?"

It didn't take me long to reply. "I love it here. It's just so.. different from America. In a good way. It's different and I like it. Plus, I've kind of gotten really lucky since I got here."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

I sighed and debated about telling him about my experience with the Beatles. I decided that it couldn't hurt and told him. When I finished telling him about it all, leaving out Thomas of course, he looked amazed.

"Wow, you are so lucky." He said, laughing. I nodded.

"Trust me, I know."

"So which one are you sleeping with?" He asked. His question took me completely off guard, and I nearly tripped over Samson. My face turned completely red.

"W-what? None!"

He looked so disappointed in me. "You mean to tell me that you're living with the Beatles and you haven't slept with any of them?" He shook his head sadly. "Well, which one do you fancy, at least? And don't lie, because your red face is giving you away."

Where did this all come from? I barely knew him and he was asking all of these personal questions! But in a way.. I liked it. I liked how open he was. He seemed very friendly. So I thought, what the hell, why not tell him.

"Well.. I really like Ringo.." I said quietly, as if Ringo was nearby. Henry nodded, almost in approval.

"He's cute.. But Paul always seemed to be my type."

I looked up at him, shocked. Paul was his type? Was he..?

"Are you..?" I asked slowly, not sure if I should say it or not. I didn't want to offend him. Henry laughed and nodded.

"Yes. I like men. I hope that doesn't scare you off or anything. You're a pretty cool girl." He looked at me cautiously, as if he was expecting me to spit in his face and walk away. I shook my head quickly.

"No! No, it's fine. I have no problem with it. I care more about your personality than anything," I said, smiling at him. He smiled back, and I instantly knew that we were going to be good friends.

"Well enough of this. Now let's talk about something serious. What is Paul like? Tell me all about him!"

I grinned and I began to tell him everything about Paul. He never dropped his attention for a minute.

After a bit, we ended up sitting on a park bench while Samson ran around and chased the squirrels. We were still talking about Paul when Samson ran up to Henry, a soggy piece of paper between his jaws. Henry pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it curiously. His brows furrowed when he read the name scrawled across the front.

"It says 'Melissa' on it, so I'm assuming it's for you.." he said, handing me the paper. My heart seemed to stop and I could feel my breath quickening. I knew that handwriting.

My hands began to shake violently as I opened the note.

This isn't over. I'm watching you.

-T

Tears instantly filled my eyes and it was hard to breathe. Henry looked very concerned and he put his hand on my knee.

"What's wrong? What does it say?"

I stood up quickly. "I need to go. Now. Thank you for this, it was nice meeting you. I hope I'll see you again."

He looked like he was going to ask more questions, but he didn't. "I work at the diner across from the cinema if you ever want to do this again. I hope everything is okay Melissa. I like having you around."

I smiled weakly and nodded, assuring him that I would come to find him soon. Then I turned and once I was out of his sight, I started to run. I made it a few blocks from the flat before I ran into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"Hello."

My heart stopped and I looked up. There he was, smiling down at me. Like everything was okay. Like he hadn't just tried to kill me.

I put my hand over my mouth, trying to not scream. I backed up then took off running again, terrified. I kept looking over my shoulder, but to my relief Thomas didn't seem to be following me. My heart felt like it was going to burst in my chest but I couldn't stop running. Not until I was at the flat.

Once I got to the flat, I ran up and into the flat quickly. I was greeted by the boys, Cynthia and Maureen sitting in the living room. They all looked startled as I ran into the house, clearly disoriented and I didn't need a mirror to know I was a complete mess. They stopped talking and all stared as I walked in.

"Hey, you okay?" Ringo asked, standing up. He looked concerned, and I could tell that Maureen, who was next to him, was annoyed by his concern. I looked around at everyone, who looked back, and nodded.

"Uh.. yeah! Yeah, I'm fine." I quickly stuffed the note into my jacket pocket. Ringo saw this, but said nothing.

"Are you sure? You look totally winded," Paul asked, looking concerned as well.

"Were the gate birds giving you shit?" John asked, getting angry. He went to stand up, but Cyn put a hand on his arm and pushed him back down. I laughed weakly.

"Just trying to get some exercise in. I'm very out of shape. But I'm fine." It was a horrible lie, but it seemed to satisfy mostly everyone. There was an awkward silence, save for my heavy breathing. I started to walk to my room, but Cynthia stopped me.

"Wait, Mel! We have some exciting news to share!"

I stopped in my tracks, trying to not look so disappointed. But really, I wanted was to go lock myself in my room and let my anxiety take over. I was about to explode. I turned around, a smile plastered on my face.

"What's up?" I asked with fake interest.

Cyn smiled at John, who grabbed her hand in return. Then they both looked at me, and Cynthia said beaming, "We're having a baby."

I real look of surprise came across my face. John? A dad? I couldn't see it at all, but I was happy for them. I just hoped he would step up to the responsibilty.

"Also, we're getting married. Isn't it wonderful?" Cynthia beamed. She was glowing with happiness. I couldn't help but smile and be happy for her. Starting a family and settling down with John was clearly something she wanted more than anything. I walked over to her and gave her a big hug.

"That is so wonderful Cynthia. I couldn't be more happy for you." I pulled away and patted her belly, which made her giggle. I then gave John a big hug, which he returned and whispered "Lord help me," in my ear which made me laugh.

When I pulled away, John had a sad look on his face. "This also means that Cyn and I will be moving in together. We're getting our own place not too far away, but still. It's going to be hell being without you, Mel."

I just rolled my eyes, but secretly, I was sad. It also made me more aware that we all weren't going to live together forever. They were getting older, and soon, they would all be following in John's footsteps. Leaving me alone. That was a terrifying thought.

Paul sighed, looking upset as well. "Eppy suggested we all do the same. Find our own places."

That was exactly the last thing I wanted to hear. But I just nodded and told them that I understood.

I could feel my breakdown coming and knew that I needed to get to my room. I congratulated John and Cyn one more time and then excused myself to my room. I locked my door and the minute I hit my bed, I started to shake uncontrollably and the tears came pouring out of me. I buried my face in my pillow to silence myself. I had never been more scared. Thomas was back, and soon I wouldn't even have the protection of the boys. I would be alone and there would be nobody to stop Thomas from getting to me.

There was a knock at my door. "Mel? Are you okay?" It was George.

"I just don't feel too well," I lied. George wouldn't believe me, I knew. But I just couldn't talk to anyone about what had happened.

"Do you want anything?" He asked.

"No thank you, I'm fine. I just need some sleep."

Silence.

"Alright. I'll be here if you need me. Feel better, love."

"Thank you."

As soon as I could no longer hear his footsteps, I went back to sobbing into my pillow.

xXxXx

Throughout the rest of the night, the boys had tried numerous times to get me out of my room. I either gave them the same bull I gave George or just didn't reply so they would think I was asleep. But I was never asleep. There was no way I could sleep.

Thomas was back, and he was stalking me. How long had he been following me? Would he try to hurt me again? Would he hurt the boys? Was he outside at that very moment, waiting?

Part of me was glad that we would all be going to our own houses soon. Then the boys would be out of harms way. Then I wouldn't have to worry about them. Just me.

Once I started to feel tired, around one in the morning, I went into my travel bag to get out my medicine that kept me awake. I opened the bottle and nearly started to cry again when I tipped the bottle into my hand and no pills came out. They were all gone.

I started to shake and cry again at the thought of sleep, when I suddenly remembered that I had made coffee at lunchtime. That would keep me awake for awhile.

I snuck out into the dark hallway and let my eyes adjust before I attempted to pour myself some coffee. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, so none of the boys would wake up and come investigate.

As I was reaching in to the cupboard to get a cup, I glanced out of the kitchen window and looked into the alley. One second was all it took to see a shadowy silhouette of a man standing in the alley. I gasped and jumped back, letting the cup drop from my hand and hit the floor. I didn't hear it shatter, luckily, but it still made a pretty loud noise.

I swore quietly and crouched down to pick it up. While I was down there, something just snapped and suddenly I was sobbing. I leaned back against the counter and just sat on the floor and cried. I was quite as I assumed the boys were still asleep since I hadn't heard any movement from their room.

I started to shake as I realized that Thomas was, in fact, out there. He was standing out there, watching and waiting. I was scared out of my mind. I wrapped my arms around my knees, half expecting him to come pounding on the door.

"Melissa?"

I jumped at the voice, expecting Thomas to be standing over me with a knife again. Instead I could roughly make out Ringo in the darkness, walking towards me.

"What are you doi- are you okay? Why are you crying?" He instantly got down in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders. I just shook my head. I couldn't answer through my sobs.

Ringo grabbed my hand and pulled me up, and I let him, and then he led me to his room with one hand around my waist. When we got to his room, he sat me down on his bed and turned on the small lap on his bedside table. Concern was etched into his face, which only made me cry more.

He put his hands on my cheeks and tried to wipe my tears away, but once he knew I wasn't stopping anytime soon he just pulled me into his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and continued to sob. I tried to stop shaking, but I couldn't. Ringo rubbed my back soothingly, trying to calm me down.

After a few minutes he pulled away and looked at me. "What's wrong? What happened? Melissa, please talk to me. You're scaring me," he said quietly. I opened my mouth to answer, but more sobs came out. I would never be able to tell him about Thomas if I couldn't calm down. But then I remembered the note in my pocket, and I pulled it out with shaky hands and handed it to him. He took it, looking confused. But as he read it, his confusion turned to pure anger.

"That fucking bastard!" He growled, crumpling up the note. He swore some more, and then turned back to me. "When did you get this? Did you see him? Did he threaten you?"

I took a deep breath and tried to answer. "I got it at the park. Once I read it, I started to run back here. I ran into him on the way." That was all I managed to get out before sobs wracked my body again.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" He asked, anger creeping back into his voice. I shook my head. Though I figured I should tell him about him being outside.

"H-he was outside though. Just now. I saw him while getting a cup." I looked at him pathetically. "Ringo, I'm so scared."

Ringo jumped up and started to walk to the door. I grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Please, don't leave me," I pleaded. Ringo's face softened and he grabbed my hand in between his two.

"I'm just going to see if he's still there, love. I promise I'll be right back."

I reluctantly let go of his hand and he walked out of the room. I laid down on his bed and wrapped myself in his blankets and tried to stop my shaking and crying, but there was really no point.

A few minutes later, I heard Ringo come back in. "He's gone, love. You're safe, okay?" I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat down next to me. He gently pulled my head into his lap and he began to run his fingers through my hair.

"You're okay, I promise. I won't let him touch you." He said quietly and reassuringly. It didn't help much, because I just kept thinking about how we wouldn't be living together for much longer.

"But what about when you find you find your own place? When everyone finds their own place.. Then I'll be alone and he'll be able to get to me.." I said quietly. Ringo stopped running his fingers through my hair. I was scared that I had said something wrong, but instead, I felt him moving. He was scooting down so that he was laying next to me. He wrapped one arm around me and pulled me close to him so my head was resting on his shoulder. He looked down at me, making sure his eyes never left mine.

"Melissa, no matter what happens, I'm going to be here to protect you. I don't care if you have to move in with me, okay? I couldn't possibly live with myself knowing you aren't safe. I'm going to do whatever I can to keep you safe from Thomas. Do you understand?"

I nodded and buried my face into his shoulder to let some more tears out. He wrapped his other arm around me in an attempt to get my shaking to stop and to calm me down. It worked for the most part.

After about a half hour or so, I was out of tears and only slightly shaking. I figured I was good to go back to my own room. I started to get up, my Ringo wouldn't let go of me.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at me.

"I'm calmer now. I can get out of your hair so you can go to bed," I told him. Instead of letting me go, he pulled me closer and shook his head.

"You aren't going anywhere, love. I want you sleeping in here tonight so I know you're safe."

I smiled slightly and my stomach tingled at how sweet he was being. "I appreciate it, but I won't be able to sleep.. I have.. I have these terrible nightmares that keep me from sleeping. I don't want you to have to deal with me."

Ringo raised his eyebrow. "That's all the more reason to keep you in my arms," he whispered. My face got very hot and honestly, I was loving the idea of spending the night in his arms. But I remembered, he deserved better.

"Really, Ringo, I'm fine. Please don't let me be a burden to you."

He just shook his head. I sighed and gave up. I was getting really tired and was pretty comfortable. Maybe this would help me get a good night's sleep for once..

"Fine. You win," I said. He grinned.

"I knew I would." He leaned over me and turned off his lamp. Then he laid back down and got comfy before pulling me back to him. My head was on his chest and his arms were around me, and for the first time in forever, I was comfy and content. It was amazing what he could do.

I looked up at him and was surprised to see him already looking at me.

"Ringo.. thank you. You've helped me so much, and I could never repay you. You're the most amazing person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."

"The best deserves the best, love."

I felt his lips press against my forehead. Then on my temple. Then on my cheek. Then on my other cheek. I was kind of expecting him to kiss my lips, but it never happened, and I was disappointed. But it was for the best. He deserved better, remember?

There was a comfortable silence for awhile, until Ringo broke it with soft singing. I was surprised at first, but it was very nice. He had a lovely voice and even though I didn't know what the song was, I was mesmerized by his voice. While he was singing he began to run his fingers through my hair again. That mixed with his soothing voice, I found my eyelids drooping within minutes.

"G'night Ritchie," I murmured sleepily into his chest.

He didn't reply, but just kept singing. It wasn't until I was on the brink of falling asleep that I could just make out, . "Goodnight beautiful."

Then he resumed his singing, and for the first time since the incident with Thomas, I was able to drift off into a comfortable sleep.

SOOO? Whatcha think of the chapter? I know it's been FOREVER but I got a random spur of motivation and VIOLA! I hope all of the fluff makes up for the delayed chapter. I really really really LOVE WRITING FLUFF. I FUCKING LOVE IT. Ugh. BUT anyways! Review review review! Tell me what you thought of this chapter, and what you'd like to see in future chapters! All suggestions are welcome and taken into account when writing the next chapter! I love you all for sticking with me :) So make my night and review! :)