DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. I do not own Hannah Montana or Camp Rock. I also do not own Won't Go Home Without You by Maroon 5.
*My apologies for the delay. Here's the update though and I hope you enjoy.
One Week Later
Mikayla's POV
"Mitchie, soundcheck starts in five let's get going please." Mitchie's manager enters her tour bus and begins to shout from the front. She knows very well not to come to the back because she's never sure what she'll be met with.
At the sound of her manager's voice, Mitchie pulls away from my lips and sighs impatiently. "I'll be right there." She shouts back before unstraddling me, allowing myself to regain my breath. We had been making out for what seemed like hours, and I was thankful that her manager had interrupted before things got any heavier. As Mitchie stands from the bed, she looks around for my shirt that she had somehow managed to take off me. I had previously not even realized I was shirtless until I'd felt Mitchie's enticing touch caress up and down my waist.
"I say we finish this tonight." She smiles my way before throwing the shirt that had been dispersed onto the bus floor.
"You know I'm not one to usually complain about these things, but damn baby you've had me every night. Don't you want to rest for one day?" I question her knowing she'll just laugh.
"Aw come on. I went an entire month and a half without touching you." She tells me with her famous pout that makes me melt; she can do no wrong if she gives me that pout.
"I'm not going anywhere, Mitchie." I remind her much like I have been doing all week. I pull my shirt over my head and sit up on the bed.
"Yeah, because I'm not letting you go anywhere." She grabs me by the waist and pulls me into her, kissing my cheek multiple times. I loved when Mitchie would do that.
"Alright, let's go before I get you in trouble." I say quickly before standing up and intertwining her soft fingers with my own.
We walk silently from the bus and into the venue, waving at the few fans that were gathered around hoping to see one of us. The venue we were in was very familiar to me, I settled with the fact that I might have played here once before. "You know why I chose this place to be my tour closer?" Mitchie asks me, probably noticing the familiar thinking look on my face.
"No, but I'm interested in finding out." I say while squeezing her hand in the process, causing a giggle to escape from her.
"Think back to about a year ago." She suggests and I try to do so. Although I had been able to regain my memory a week ago, some things were still a blur.
"We played here together, didn't we?" I ask as I think back. All I could recollect was that a year ago, Mitchie and I were dating and on tour with Connect 3, well, until I got kicked out that is. Now that she mentions it, I can't believe it's been over a year since Mitchie and I got together. We've been through so much together over the past year; it's really nice to be able to say that we've made it.
"We didn't exactly get to play here." She says slowly. I bit my lip lightly as I tried to think back to that tour.
"This was the venue we had to cancel because of the hurricane!" I point out when the memory comes to me. How could I ever forget that day?
"Remember what else happened here?" She asks, looking at me with a hopeful smile.
"I punched the shit out of that dickhead." I say proudly. If there was one thing I was proud of, it was defending my girl's honor and punching that scumbag. Just the thought of what he'd done got me angry.
"Think back a little earlier than that." She smirks.
"Oh." I let out when I finally realize what she's talking about. "The night we.."
"Made love for the first time." She whispers in my ear, cautiously making sure no one could hear her. I had to give it to her, she did a good job of pretending she was innocent but I can proudly admit that she's anything but.
"But this is also the place where the tour ended for me." I remind her. At this point we had made it to the side of the stage and it was only a matter of seconds before she would be dragged away from me to do her soundcheck. "And the place where I had to sneak in to apologize to you." I admit with a small laugh.
"That's not why I chose it as my last place to play before the tour ends." She explains. "Originally I wasn't scheduled to play here but after what happened with you I begged them to add it. I thought maybe it would help bring back your memory. It's a special city for us now."
"Mitchie, that's so sweet." I smile widely at the kind gesture. She had been telling me all the things she had done while my memory had been absent and each time she mentioned something I'd just smile. I can't deny that I have the best fiancé in the world.
"I didn't know when you were going to come back to me," She pouts and looks down at her feet. "So I hoped to close here as a last resort."
I place my index finger beneath her chin and slowly lift it up, our eyes meeting in the process. "Erase that memory from your brain, baby. I'm here now, your Mikayla is here now and she's not going anywhere." I promise her before leaning in and placing a light kiss on her lips. I pull back quickly, leaving Mitchie to want more.
"Don't pull away." She frowns and hits my arm aggressively.
"Ouch, bitch!" I say jokingly. "You're abusive."
"Am not!" She laughs through her words, pulling me into her by the waist. I don't neglect the kiss she plants on my lips, merely because I wasn't expecting it. We walk back slowly until we hit a random wall, our lips not bothering to separate as we do. I bring my hand up and place it firmly against the wall, trying to hold off from slamming Mitchie onto it. Her hands stay firm on my waist, holding on tightly as if a storm were to blow through and rip me away.
I was about ready to pick her up and take her away but my plans were foiled by someone clearing their throat beside us. "Hate to be one to break you two lovebirds away but the fans are waiting for you, Mitchie." Her manager tells us with an apologetic smile. She's been extremely lenient about Mitchie and I making out everywhere, I guess she knows exactly how much Mitchie been missing me.
"I'll be right back, baby." Mitchie says after sweetly kissing my cheek. My frown is suddenly replaced by a smirk as I watch Mitchie make her way onto the stage.
I debated going back to the bus while she did her thing but instead I settled on staying and watching. While Mitchie sang her first song, Unbroken, I sat back in my designated seat and watched tentatively. My mind began to flashback to a week ago, the day I was finally able to regain my memory. The thought of what I put Mitchie through still haunts me. I wish I could take away the past two months or just pretend like it never happened. It wasn't like things between Mitchie and I had gotten worse since I'd gotten my memory back, in fact, things have actually been truly amazing, but I just can't bear to imagine what she was feeling.
Sometimes I sit back and think about what it might have been like to be in Mitchie's position. She went from thinking I was dying to technically losing me for a month. I replay the stories she'd told me that night when everything had gone back to normal. I remember watching her fight back tears at the thought. I never liked watching her cry or seeing her upset; such a beautiful girl like her shouldn't have to suffer through anything. Mitchie had managed to deal with everything very well though, she was strong and that's something that I'm very proud of.
I can still see the huge smile that was plastered on her face when I walked out onto that stage and proved to her that I was back. Everything felt back to normal after that, she'd still get sad at the thought of everything, but things between us were back to where we wanted them to be. The past week's been more than blissful. And after everything we went through together, and after everything she had to face, I am glad that we can finally get to go home after this. We'll finally be able to live together and start putting our wedding into action.
"Any questions?" Mitchie asks the crowd, causing me to focus my attention back on her. I had drifted off into thought and missed her perform the last two songs.
"If you could be anyone else for a day, who would you be?" Someone, it appeared like a young girl, asked.
Mitchie was silent for a moment, thinking hard about the question. I couldn't see the front of her face from here, but I could imagine her making the cute wink like thinking face she always makes. "Man, that's a tough one." She finally speaks up. Before she can answer she turns her head slightly and looks at me. "I'd have to go with.. Mikayla." She admits shyly. "I'd like to see life through her eyes."
I chuckled to myself at Mitchie's response; it was quite random to say the least. Following the question, a few more were asked, most of which were about her music and one about being in the hunger games. "Look, if I was in the hunger games then no one would be able to beat me." She says with a sort of confident tone. "I'd beat everyone up and run like hell. Katniss has nothing on me." She laughs loudly, giggling even.
"Last one." The lady who goes around looking for questions says.
"Hi." A teenaged girl says with enthusiasm. I can barely make her out from here. "If you were to die today, what three things would you want to do beforehand?"
"Wow. That's a very interesting question." Mitchie says in shock. "But there's only one thing I'd like to do before I die and that's to marry my fiancé. So, yeah, I'd marry Mikayla."
Mitchie's response caused me to smile brightly while the butterflies in my stomach resurfaced and began to flutter. I hadn't felt this way towards Mitchie in a while, but hearing her answer the question the way she did made me fall in love with her all over again. "I'd have a kid or two with her too, but you said I only get one day." Mitchie adds jokingly, earning a laugh from the small group of fans.
Following her q&a, Mitchie sang her last song before thanking the crowd and making her way back to me. I held my arms open widely for her to come into me and she quickly did so. I bring my arms around tightly and she rests her head on my shoulder. "So you want to get married?" I ask jokingly. She keeps herself in my arms but I can feel her laughing. She didn't have to answer my rhetoric question, I knew exactly what her answer was.
…
"So how are you feeling tonight, Louisiana?" Mitchie asks the crowd of thousands after completing half her set. It was just like Mitchie to forget the city she's in, but she always does a great job of remembering the state. You would think that someone who begged to have New Orleans on her tour schedule would actually remember the city's name. It's not like it's hard or anything. "You guys ready to slow things down a little bit?" She asks eagerly and the crowd gives the okay.
"Before I go ahead and sing this next song, I'd like to give a little speech. I don't usually do these because nine times out of ten I start bawling in the process, but I feel like tonight is a special occasion. How many of you came out to see me last time I was here?" She asks. Hands fly up while others merely scream out at the top of their lungs. I wasn't entirely sure where Mitchie was going with this; it was really unexpected of her. "I have a lot of happy memories in this city, some not so great ones, but mostly ones that I really cherish. About a month ago I had to beg my manager to schedule this show, sorry if it was so unexpected for y'all. This city isn't just special for me, but it's special for Mikayla as well. I'm sure most of you have heard about what's happened in the last month or so. Coming here was my last resort."
"You know how some people often say that you never truly know what you have until it's gone, well, those people are undeniably correct. I'm sure many of you have noticed that I personally can vouch for that saying." Mitchie begins to explain to the crowd, earning my complete undivided attention. "About a month ago I was completely hopeless. I quickly came to find that losing someone you love truly sucks. But if there's one thing I learned from that horrible experience, it's that I'm never taking anything for granted because you never know when tragedy can struck. I'm never going to forget that I have something special next to me. She's special, and she's always going to be that way to me. You all know who I'm talking about and she knows exactly who she is.
The crowd cheers loudly while a few fans being to 'aw' at Mitchie's speech. I inched closer to the stage, trying to listen to everything she was saying. "I was in my dressing room earlier and I was just thinking about my future tour and instantly I remembered that the next time you guys see me, I'll be married. Yes, I'll be undeniably happy and married to the love of my life." She says proudly before turning to look my way and giving me a devilish smile. She was planning something; I could see it in her eyes. "Speaking of which, I was hoping you guys would let me bring out my future wife tonight. Is that okay?"
I should have known those were her intensions. I roll my eyes at her as I slowly make my way onto the stage and over to where she's standing. One of her roadies had pre-placed two stools, one for her and one for me. She brought me into a tight hug and kissed my cheek, whispering something in my ear that sounded like 'I love you'. Before she could continue, I took a seat on the stool beside hers.
"Can you guys please give the biggest welcome to my fiancé, Mikayla? Tonight's show is actually dedicated to her." Mitchie states with a smile that's eating her face. I had been seeing that smile a lot lately. "She's hot, huh?" Mitchie adds with a small chuckle after the crowd cheered and whistled.
I could feel my cheeks turning a shade of dark red as Mitchie spoke to the crowd. I'm used to being in front of thousands, but never in such an intimate setting as we'd been now.
"Tonight i'd like to play a new song which I wrote at the start of this tour. This isn't a romantic love song and it's not an upbeat dance song either. When I started this tour, this girl right here was like a stranger to me. She wouldn't even let me kiss her." Mitchie adds in an attempt to lighten mood, earning a laugh from the crowd. "I was starting to lose hope and I even started to slowly accept the fact that maybe she was never coming back to me. I cannot tell you how many nights I stayed up begging to have my Mikayla back and thankfully one night, she came back." She looks at me lovingly and smiles sweetly. I looked into her eyes and I could see the love, I could see her falling in love with me all over again much like I'd previously done.
"But before that I stayed up one of the nights and just put some words on paper. In my attempt to accept what I thought was my loss, I wrote a break up song. Many of you can relate to getting your heart broken, and almost losing Mikayla broke mine." The smile fades and is replaced by a sad expression that I hadn't really seen in a long time.
"Baby, I want you to know something in front of everyone here. I love you, and I will continue to love you until my last dying breath. I never want to lose you again, because losing you was like slowly losing myself. You know I hate putting out our relationship for everyone to see, but I can't wait to show you off to the world as my wife." Mitchie's eyes grew glossy as she spoke, almost like she was fighting back joyful tears. She winked at me and then turned to face the crowd. "Without further ado, this one is called Won't Go Home Without You."
I asked her to stay but she wouldn't listen
She left before I had the chance to say
Oh..
The words that would mend the things that were broken
But now it's far too late, she's gone away
Mitchie maintained her eyes shut as she began to sing the verse of her song. I stared at her in complete awe as she slowly sang, each word hitting me harder and harder.
Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking, "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe that
At first I didn't catch it, but instantly I know the girl 'crying herself to sleep' was Mitchie. I could see the pain in her eyes, even though they were firmly closed. I knew this was a sign that she was trying not to cry, but in her voice I could hear her growing weaker.
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
The song had been completely acoustic until she'd hit that chorus and her drummer joined in. The sound of both instruments and Mitchie's voice blending kept me swaying from side to side. She too had started to sway as she sang into the mic, her eyes still shut tightly.
The taste of her breath, I'll never get over
The noises that she made kept me awake
Oh…
The weight of the things that remained unspoken
Built up so much it crushed us everyday
She'd slowed the tempo down again and her drummer's beats had quickly faded. I made a mental note to scold her about the second line of her verse, but I kept listening regardless of it. I knew she never means any harm in her lyrics, she just writes what she feels. This song was slowly starting to break my heart. I couldn't bear to hear the pain in her voice.
Every night you cry yourself to sleep
Thinking: "Why does this happen to me?
Why does every moment have to be so hard?"
Hard to believe that
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
Her stool had somehow ended on the ground after she slammed her foot back and it tumbled away. She looked like a rockstar now, slamming down onto her guitar as she sang the chorus. I saw her eyes open for the first time and the sight of her tears had me on the verge of my own. It was always beautiful to see the way she got so into her music. There was no way of denying that she gives every little piece of herself onto her performances.
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
As the chorus concludes, she lets go of her guitar and swings it behind her back. Instantly, she grabs the mic from the stand and faces me, inching closer and closer. When our faces are just inches apart, she sings the bride in a smoother tone.
Of all the things I felt but never really shown
Perhaps the worst is that I ever let you go
I should not ever let you go, oh oh oh
She pecks my lips lightly before continue on with the song. She doesn't bother to leave my side again, she just stands in front of me and sings while her band plays on in the back. I wanted to grab her there and then and just hold her. She was crying now, maybe from the lyrics or maybe from the fact that she was finally opening up. Our fingers intertwined before she concluded the song, and she just smile as I wiped away the tears that invaded her beautiful face.
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
It's not over tonight
Just give me one more chance to make it right
I may not make it through the night
I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
And I won't go home without you
A sudden silence filled the room before the crowd broke out into cheers. I couldn't really hear what they were saying and screaming, I was too caught up repeating the lyrics in my head. When Mitchie concluded the song, she looked at me with concern, almost like she was asking for my opinion. I couldn't speak, I just stood up from the stool and unlinked our hands. She looked a little taken back by my actions but that was until I wrapped my arms around her neck and leaned in to kiss her.
Mitchie's instincts had her wrapping her arms around my waist and smiling sweetly into our kiss. There was something about this kiss that had me forgetting where we were. Even as I pulled back and kept my forehead against hers, it was like it was just her and I tonight. "Please don't leave me." I barely heard her say.
"Never." I said as loudly as possible. She smiled at me, and I knew she'd heard me.
I hope you guys liked the chapter, :) Someone had suggested to me that I do Fix A Heart for this song but as I was writing, this maroon 5 song came one and i truly found it to be fitting. Now like i previously stated, I'm planning to end this very soon and if there's something you'd like to see before the wedding then go ahead and send me your suggestion. Also, the wedding will conclude this story but i've been told that I should do like a series of one-shots later on depicting their life as a married couple/with kids/kids growing up.. It'd probably be about 10 chapters, 15 at the most. What do you think? Yay or Nay? Would you read? It'd be in the future though. Review please!