Chapter 15

The summer came to a close, and so did our tour of North America. We were due to set touring Europe and the United Kingdom early the following week. John and I were excited about it. I'd never really had the chance to travel around Europe or the UK because my parents had travelled with me to North America when I was just a small baby.

John and I had gotten over the craziness of the whole Daphne incident, and since then; were very careful about who we chose to hang out with at parties and clubs and even at Company events. We had learned the hard way about not trusting someone, just because they look sweet and innocent.

The night before we were supposed to leave to fly to England and start the tour there, I was excited. This was my first time going back home since I had left. I could barely sleep.

I was tired, but ready to go when it was time to leave the following morning.

The way I saw it, I could always grab some shut-eye on the plane.

We got to the airport on time.

Once we were on the plane and in the air; I decided to crash out and nap for the first couple of hours. It was early morning anyway, and a lot of the other crew members and talent were all sleeping as well. John decided to crash out with me.

I awoke after a couple of hours, and upon noticing the everyone else was pretty well still out cold, turned around in my seat, to try and cuddle John. It was almost impossible like this, but I did manage to lace my fingers through his, and hold tight to his hand.

I awoke a little later on to a light kiss on my forehead. I opened my eyes, and there was John grinning at me like he was up to no good.

"C'mon!" he whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my seat.

"Where are we going?" I started to ask him, but he held his finger to his lips, and led me to the bathroom.

"Care to join the mile high club?" he asked, with that naughty twinkle in his eye, the same one that I found impossible to resist.

"Yeah. All right." I agreed, with a smile as we ducked quickly inside and locked the door.

John pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard on the lips. I could feel his arousal poking against my thigh and as I reached down to run my hand along it, I heard him moan softly and kissed him again to slience him.

"It's your fault you know, Alex. I fell asleep and had a naughty dream about doing very naughty things with you. And well, I got so turned on, I had to take you….right here, and right now!" he whispered into my ear, trailing his lips all over my neck.

It was exciting, I'd never done this before, but I had the feeling that John had. Whatever, he was doing it with me now, and that was all that mattered. I felt like a naughty young girl, sneaking around for her first time…

When John nibbled on my earlobe, I knew that we'd reached the point of no return. There was no way we could stop now…at least I couldn't. John knew all of my triggers and earlobe nibbling was a big one.

"Mmmmm, yes!" I moaned into his ear.

We made love as passionately as we could, despite it being very close quarters, and there were even a couple of times where John had to kiss me to keep me from crying out and alerting everyone to what we were doing.

Afterward we snuck back to our seats, undetected by anyone…and we shared a naughty grin between ourselves…this was a memory we would be able to cherish forever.

When we were about an hour away from arriving, everyone else started to wake up. Jeff Hardy was in the seat across from us, and he talked to us while getting himself ready to walk off the plane.

I blushed beet red when Jeff noticed the goofy grin on John's face.

"So what's got you so bright eyed and bushy tailed today?" Jeff asked John, with a smirk.

"Oh you know…" John said, trying to avoid answering.

"No I don't know, but I might like to." Jeff said.

"And what if I told you it was none of your business." John replied.

Jeff laughed, and winked knowingly at John. OK so he'd figured out what we'd been up to. As long as no one else was any the wiser, and it looked as though no one was.

Our first show in England was a Huge success. It was great being there, and it was even more awesome how cool the British fans were. They were twice as loud as any crowd we'd ever played to in the States and Canada.

John and I had a great time together. Each night after the show, we'd go out to the local pubs for drinks.

We met a variety of rather cool English women, all of whom seemed to recognize John before me, but that didn't bother me at all. John was with me, and nothing and no-one could ever change that, as little miss Daphne had found out.

Finally we got a day off. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday, and we were in Paris France. John and I got up early to have a nice breakfast in our room, and then go exploring. I noticed that John was a little un-easy, and I wondered what was bothering him.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He said, although he didn't sound like everything was okay. He was acting really nervous.

"Could've fooled me." I told him. "Now come on! Spill it!"

"I'm just worried about getting mobbed." He said. I guessed he had a point. We had been mobbed at the train station getting into Paris. It had been crazy, and we had been stuck there for hours as security dealt with the huge crowd of fans.

John and I had a great time exploring, and our hats and dark glasses helped to disguise us a little better. We went and saw some of the most famous sights in Paris. The Louvre, Versailles, we took a long walk along the Seine river, and we decided to end our morning by going up the Eiffel Tower.

The view was incredible from up there, we could see pretty well the whole city. It was nice.

I noticed that John was still acting pretty nervous, and I wondered why, there was barely anyone around, and no one had recognized either of us all morning.

Things became a little clearer to me when he dropped down on one knee infront of me and pulled out a black velvet box.

My heart jumped into my throat! I knew what was about to happen here.

John opened the box and held it out to me, and I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at the beautiful ring. It was a princess cut diamond solitaire on a band of gold.

"Marry me Alex?" he said to me.

"Wh-what?" I stammered, not sure I had heard him right.

"Marry Me! I almost lost you this past summer and the thought of that has been eating me up inside. I need you! You complete me babe. There's a reason I was never able to find anyone I could think about settling down with. It was because all along I had her right here in my life…it was you! So what do you say? Alexandra Louise Platt, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

Tears of joy welled up in my eyes, and streamed down my cheeks.

"Yes!" I said to him.

"Yes What?"

"Yes! I'll marry you!" I said to him.

John smiled at me then, and pulled me into his arms, kissing me on the lips.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too."

"So let's go back and tell everyone the great news." He said.