MIKE.

"I swear to fucking god, if someone else pronounced my name like Say-rah instead of Sah-rah I will personally put them in a fucking bin," Sara said as she got off the phone, stomping around the apartment angrily.

I couldn't help but laugh at her, someone so tiny being so angry was very cute, "A bin?"

"A bin Michael,"

"Okay Say-rah," I teased purely to see her reaction. She slowly turned round to me, giving me her most evil glare (but it was the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen and not in the slightest bit frightening) and again, I couldn't help but laugh. That was until she punched me pretty hard in the arm and it was pretty fucking sore. She may be tiny but she punches like a big old angry man.

"Not laughing anymore huh?" She smirked.

"I thought you were gonna put me in a bin for calling you that?" I teased.

"Yeah, well, you're fucking lucky because I like you too much," she grumbled before stomping into the bathroom. I laughed and shook my head, sitting myself down on the couch only to hear a muffled "Stop laughing at me you asshole!" coming from the bathroom.

I laughed once again; grumpy Saz was amongst the cutest things I've ever seen. "I can't help it Kitten, you're so cute!"

"Ugh," she groaned, "Why do you have to be so cute? And why do I have to go to work?"

"It's one of my many talents. And for moneys." I grinned at her and she sat down in my lap.

Sara scoffed at me and I playfully glared at her but she leaned in to kiss my lips, completely clearing the glare from my face. I smiled into the kiss before biting her lip; tugging it softly and hearing a beautiful moan come from Sara's throat.

"We uh, can't..." She said, looking down shyly. "We can't go any further than that today..."

I chuckled, "I guessed that Baby," I said, kissing her lips again.

Sara and I were yet to have sex; I really want to take everything pretty slowly. She was different to any girl I've ever been with. She as special and I wanted her to know that. I'm perfectly content with the way our relationship is going just now anyway, and I know she is too.Sara went off to work and I stayed in my position on the couch, Yoshi on my lap and I was watching (yep, you guessed it) Harry Potter.

I checked my phone and realised I had band practice in roughly an hour. We're starting to get more and more tours and more and more popular - it's becoming impossible for me to tattoo anymore. Sara met me at a time when we weren't touring a lot because Vic is working on some new songs for our upcoming album then it was Christmas and we were actually home for the full Christmas period this year.

Craig at the tattoo place has been pretty understanding, but I was going to be gone for about 6 months altogether this year, that, I’m afraid is something he might not be too understanding about. The same goes for Sara. I don’t think she really realised that we are a decently big band (not to sound up myself but we are getting pretty successful) and we will be touring a lot this year. We have a four week tour coming up in the middle of January then we are recording the album, then as soon as it’s out, we’re pretty much non-stop touring. I’m so fucking excited for the new album and for touring – but I really don’t want to leave my love behind.

I sighed as I put my phone in my pocket and left to go to practice.

As soon as I got home from practice (and by home I mean Sara’s apartment) I jumped into the shower. Sara had been sweet enough to buy me some of my own shampoo and body wash for when I was over here, and bought me my own tooth brush and stuff for me to keep here. She’s a pretty great girlfriend. I loved that she was really comfortable with me being around because I couldn’t imagine being any other way with her.

As the warm water ran down my body I thought about how to tell Sara about tour and I couldn’t help but think of the worst – it’s going to really suck being away from her. I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist, padding around the bathroom picking up my clothes from earlier and putting them in the hamper – mentally thanking myself for bringing another bag of clothes with me.

I walked out of the bathroom, the cool air hitting me and instantly cooling me down. I smiled as I looked to the kitchen, seeing Sara cooking us spicy chicken and rice. I walked up behind her and kissed the back of her neck softly, wrapping my arms around her waist. She sighed contentedly in my embrace.

“I have to tell you something,” I mumbled into her skin.

“Hmm,”

“We go on tour soon,”

“Oh. For how long, Baby?”

“Four weeks,”

I felt her sigh in my arms and I sighed too, putting my forehead onto her shoulder, it was better than I expected her to react but I still felt horrible, I didn’t want to be away from her and knowing that she didn’t want to be away from me made me even more reluctant to go.

“When?” she asked.

“January 15th,” I replied sadly.

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay?” I replied, slightly confused.

“Yes,” she sighed, still not turning around to look at me, “It may only be in just under two weeks and I kinda wanna punch you for leaving it till the second of January to tell me, but I know that the band is what you would rather do, and I have to be okay with that,”

“God, you’re perfect.” I said, turning her round to face me and kissed her lips passionately. She tensed up at first; obviously (and understandably) a little annoyed at me but soon relaxed into the kiss. I pulled away, pecking her lips quickly before kissing her cheek, jaw line and then finally her neck. “So perfect,” I murmured.

Notes

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