I Think About You Everyday

“Have you got everything?” I asked Hannah, watching her fasten her last suitcase.

“Nearly. Just got to get my phone and iPod,” I nodded and started to hum to myself while I waited for Hannah.

Today’s the day we leave tour. Yes, we’re leaving the tour together. Hannah and I discussed it and decided it would be best if we did, and she refused to stay on the tour and leave me to sulk on my own. We told Jost and Georg and explained why. They were okay with it and promised to keep quiet about it around the others.

“So. We’re meeting everyone at the lobby where we’ll tell them the news, right?”

“Right,” we made our way to the lifts and pressed the L button for the lobby.

“They’re here,” Hannah sung as we exited the lift, walking towards them.

“Hi! What did you wa- why have you got your suitcases with you?” Bill pointed to the big bags behind us.

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about,” I told him. I looked at Hannah and gave her a look that screamed, “can you explain it to them?”

“After all the shit that’s happened the past few days,” I noticed her glare at Tom, making him shift on his spot, “we decided that because it will be too uncomfortable for everyone, it’s best if we go back to New York,” I examined everyone’s faces. Shock. That was all I could see.

“But. Why?” Bill asked, showing us his pout.

“Like I said, it will be too uncomfortable,” Hannah shrugged.

“Amongst other things,” I mumbled, making Hannah elbow me in my chest.

“What do you mean, Ebs?” Bill looked me straight in the eye.

“Nothing, Bill. Nothing,” he just stared at me as if to say, “yeah right,”. That boy knew me too well.

“We need to get going. So. Um,” Hannah shifted her feet a little and looked down at the floor.

“I understand. I’ll miss you both,” Bill threw his arms around both Hannah and I and hugged us tight.

“Bill. Can’t. Breathe,” I choked out, making Bill pull away from us and be replaced by Gustav instead.

“Thank you Gustav,” I said into his shirt. His grip around me tightened, but soon pulling away. Georg stepped up to me and pulled me into a hug. “Miss Giggles,” that was what he decided to call me. Yeah, what the fuck? “Have a safe journey,”

“You sound like some kids mum,” Some kids mum. I never mention my own mum. Why? Because I don’t remember much of her. I may have been 14, but everything from my childhood just seems blank when I try and remember it after everything that happened just 3 years ago.

“Shut up,” he pulled away and walked up to Hannah, crashing his lips smack bang on top of hers. I ran up to Freddie and hugged her as tight as I could. We had gotten really close since she arrived on tour.

“I’ll miss you,” she smiled.

“Me too. But we have each other’s numbers. I’ll text you later, yeah?” she nodded and I gave her quick kiss on the cheek before collecting my luggage. I turned to face Tom who smiled at me, a look in his eyes showed hope. Hope that I would hug him too like I had with everyone else. I shook my head and walked out of the lobby, waiting at the rental car for Hannah. We had found this company who drives you to where ever if you haven’t got a car. It’s a lot cheaper than a taxi.

“Yo. Let’s go,” we put our luggage into the boot of the rental car and then got into the back seats.

***

We arrived back at our house about 2 hours later, paying the driver the money we owed him. The first thing we saw was a banner saying “WELCOME HOME!”. I guess Hannah did text her parents after all.

Opening the front door, all our family and friends jumped out at us, shouting “SURPRISE!”. Elena and Max ran up to us and tackled us both into big bear hugs.

“We’ve missed you girls so much! The house has been so quiet without you here! We have so much planned for tonight,” Elena rambled. I looked at Hannah who nodded at me. I sighed deeply and opened my mouth to say, “Elena. We have to talk,” I took her hand, along with Max’s and pulled them into the kitchen, Hannah following our steps.

“What’s wrong?” Max asked, taking a seat opposite me at the table. It’s now or never. They should understand. They had Hannah at a young age too.

“I. Um. I’m Kind of. Um. Pregnant?” I stuttered, looking up at them through my eyelashes.

“I’m going to be a grandma?!” Elena shrieked.

“Not exactly. We’re not blood-related,” I reminded her.

“I don’t care. I’m going to be a grandma. I’m so proud!” I smiled at how Elena had responded to the news.

“Congratulations, Ebony. But, question. Do you know who the dad is?” Max asked.

“Yeah. Um. Tom is,” I told him.

“Didn’t you just break up with him though?” I looked at Max for a second before I responded.

“Not exactly. We’re still together, just not really talking and stuff. It’s complicated,” Max nodded his head, signalling he understood. Or he knew that I just didn’t want to talk about it.

“Now that’s out of the way, let’s go party,” Elena jumped up from her seat.

“Actually, I’m tired. I think I might go get an early night,”

“Okay, sweetie. See you in the morning,” Elena kissed my cheek and I walked away to the stairs and entered my red and white bedroom.

I lay on my bed and just stared up at my ceiling, thinking of what I could do to it. I could put up some posters, or try out my “artistic skills” to brighten it up a little, but before I could come up with a conclusion to what to do, I had to check my phone that had just buzzed in my back trouser pocket.

1 new SMS message.
Tom.

The screen read. I sighed and opened it. I had nothing else to do but worry about my ceiling. My heart skipped a beat (which I cursed it for) when I read the text message over and over again.

I miss you. Come back. Please?
I love you.
Tom <3