----- Chapter Eighteen -----

A week passes, almost. Not a lot has happened. There's been promotion for their new single and TV appearances, including one in Glasgow in Scotland. Abs has spent quite a lot of his free time with Danielle and Marie's been out with Scott, so I've just sat at home. Y'know what? Abs even took Danielle with him to Glasgow. So I refused to go.

Still, it’s Friday evening now. The guys arrived home mid-afternoon and Abs and I decide to go watch the new Star Wars movie and go home to catch up. I still love spending time with him, even though it's obviously a little harder now. We're at his house at the moment, channel surfing.

"Who's gonna be at CD:UK tomorrow?" I ask. I've met quite a few people there - Abs takes me most times he goes to perform, so I get to hang out backstage with celebrities while him and the guys do their stuff on national TV.

"Umm…I don’t know. Ricky Martin - I think. Gary Barlow…I don’t know…"

"Oh."

"Scott's asked Marie to go…" Abs coaxes me into going.

"What time do we have to leave?" I ask, reluctant to go.

"Around 8.30 - 9am…I think Mick's taking me and Scott so whenever Mick gets here I guess…" he tell me.

"Ok…alright, I will go."

"Good - then I won't be lonely," he gives me such an adorable smile that I have to smile back. Then we settle down to watch Jerry Springer.

I wake up in the morning to the sound of Abs swearing. We fell asleep in front of the TV in his room.

"Shit!" he mutters, hopping round the room getting dressed.

"What?" I mumble sleepily. He looks up for a moment.

"Have you seen the time?" It's like 8.15!"

"Oh…oh bollocks! I don’t have anything to wear…" I realise. I can't wear what I'm wearing now - I just slept in it!

"Just take something of mine - anything! Mick'll be here soon though, so hurry up…" he pulls on a sweater, "I'm gonna go shave…"

"Ok…" and then I'm left alone. I choose his baggy white trousers and a navy ice hockey top. I dunno what his trousers are made from, but they rustle. A lot. I get changed quickly and run a brush through my hair.

Abs emerges from the bathroom about five minutes later, with a cut on his chin.

"Didn’t you learn how to shave yet?" I tease.

"I'm late…and I'm knackered…" he states.

"Ok - point taken."

Abs is just pulling on some Nikes as Mick arrives.

"Let's go!" he says to me, grabbing his phone and keys.