SARA.

Now that I knew Mike was going to be on tour, I couldn't help but be so upset. I mean, it's a new relationship we're in, it's going to be so difficult. I adore Mike, but with all of these beautiful girls throwing themselves at him, can I trust him? Especially since we haven't had sex yet, he must be dying... I sighed in defeat, not wanting to think about it anymore. Even just the idea of another girl being all over mike made my skin crawl. I couldn't deal with that, no way.

"What's wrong Baby?" Mike said from beneath me. We were currently lying on the couch, I was on top of him, my head rested on his chest and he cuddled me close, playing with my hair every now and then.

"I was just thinking, it's fine," I said, getting up off of him and cleaning up the mess we had made in my living room - something I did when my mind was too busy with other things I don't want to talk about.

"Thinking about what?" Mike asked.

I sighed, "It's nothing,"

"You're a terrible liar," he said, smiling at me. I couldn't help but smile back. "Put everything down, come here and tell me what's wrong, right now."

I put down the dishes I was carrying and went over to him. I sat in his lap (it looked like I was a child being consoled) and he played with my hair. I sighed contentedly and smiled a little. "I'm just thinking, I guess, about us,"

"Hmm?" Mike spoke softly.

"Well, we're a very new couple, and we're going to be away from each other for the first time more or less since we've met. I'm just scared, is all."

"Of what, Princess?"

"Of girls throwing themselves at you, of you being drunk and being like 'fuck it', of you getting uh," I blushed slightly, "You know, uh, horny and cheating. I know I shouldn't be scared of it, but I just am,"

Mike tensed up slightly and I was afraid I'd said the wrong thing, "I could never do that to you Baby,"

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because," he said, blushing. "I'll tell you one day, one day soon,"

I knew then not to push it any further, knowing I wasn't going to get anything out of him - especially if he didn't want to talk about it.

- Two weeks later. -

"Baby we're going out to Vic's tonight!" Mike shouted from the kitchen where he was making me breakfast. "It's a kind of goodbye party!" He added.

I nodded and finished washing my face before getting out of the bathroom and joining him in the kitchen. I admired him as he was stood shirtless cooking me scrambled eggs. He sure did look damn good. But when does he not?

"You look beautiful, Kitten," Mike said, passing me a bowl of scrambled eggs and kissing me on the cheek. I pulled his face to mine and kissed his lips, he was leaving tomorrow and I was really fucking dreading it. Little moments like these are my favourite. I must have put a little bit more emotion than I planned into the kiss, because Mike pulled away a little breathless, staring straight into my eyes. "Wow," he breathed.

I couldn't help but giggle. I started tucking into my breakfast, moaning in delight at how good it tasted. I hadn't realised I was this hungry until I started eating.

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"Sara! Hurry up, Baby!" Mike called from my living room, growing more impatient by the minute.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"I wish you were," Mike muttered, smirking slightly.

I slapped his chest playfully, "Cheeky,"

He slapped my bum as I walked past him and I giggled. We made our way to Vic's and the party was pretty crazy by the time we got there. Our friends were all comfortably tipsy and having a good time.

I don't know how long we'd been here for, but I was pretty tipsy now and couldn't find Mike anywhere. I decided to go out to Vic's back garden and light up a cigarette. It's weird that Mike and I call this Vic's place, rather than Vic and Mike's place, I guess I'm just so comfortable with him being in my house all the time - it's like he lives with me anyway. I like it that way. I inhaled slowly and exhaled, feeling a little bit more sober. I pulled down my dress a little and sat down on the grass, being careful not to stumble. I finished my cigarette just as I heard the sliding doors close and someone's lighter spark.

"Hey Baby." Mike said, sitting down behind me, his chin on my shoulder and wrapping his free arm around me.

"Hello,"

"I forgot to tell you, but you look hot as fuck tonight," he said, kissing my neck. I shivered slightly and I felt him smirk against my skin. He quickly finished his cigarette and he lay down on the grass with me between his legs. I decided to turn around, and I got up to move. I ended up straddling him and he looked at me with so much love in his eyes, I swear, it was the most beautiful sight ever.

"Sara?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember when you asked how I knew I could never hurt you? And I told you that I'd tell you
one day?"

"I do,"

"I could never do that to you, because," he paused to sit up and face me properly, our eyes staring right into each others, "because I love you, Sara. I'm in love with you, I love you so fucking much."

My heart fluttered at every word he said, the hugest grin coming on to my face. I slammed my lips against his, pouring every last drop of love I had for him into that one kiss. I couldn't believe I could be happy again. I didn't believe I'd love again till now, this man, oh boy, this man was just perfect. Mike took away any emptiness I had left. He made everything perfect. I love him, I really fucking love him.

"I love you too, Mike," I said once I'd pulled away. I quickly pecked his lips again, "I love you so, so fucking much."

We kissed again for another minute or so, our lips moving perfectly in sync. His hands were on my waist, gripping me tightly and my hands were cupping his gorgeous face. The fact that we'd just officially confessed our love for each other made him going away tomorrow that little bit more heartbreaking.

I pulled away for a minute, "Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm ready, I want you..." I blushed, both of us smiling at each other. This is going to be the perfect goodbye to him.

Notes

I was listening to Another You by OM&M whilst listening to this so yeah a little bit of mushy-ness hahaha, enjooooy :)