*this picks up from chapter 29, perhaps re-read to jog your memory :)*

"And you're sure? You're absolutely one hundred percent certain about this?"

I just nodded. My lips were sealed as I perched on the stools at the breakfast bar in my brother's house.

Damon and the band had been on tour in America for the past four months. In the end, I had changed my mind about quitting my job and going with them to the states. As much as the idea of touring a place I'd always dreamed of visiting, when it came down to it, I couldn't leave Manchester.

I had flown out one weekend to New York to surprise Damon while they were playing a couple of shows there. The look on his face when he opened the door to his hotel room to find me stood there and the scent of his aftershave and warmth of his body as he embraced me made the pain of waking up every morning alone worth it.

I had missed him dearly. We hadn't been speaking much because of the time difference and him just being busy, but I had made my bed by choosing not to go with him, so ultimately I had to lie in it, even if it felt like it was made out of broken glass.

Admittedly, we had grown apart. Distance never helped relationships, especially not one like Damon and I's where both of us longed for physical touch 24/7.

We carried on trying our best, Damon sending me a postcard from every state they visited, me tuning into the radio stations across the pond just to hear his voice on an interview at ridiculous o'clock in the morning.

None of it made it any easier, though. Before I left New York, Damon and I got into a fight. Looking back, it was a stupid thing to argue about, so stupid that I was sure neither of us could remember what it was even about. But from then, the two of us didn't speak. I was heartbroken.

Being alone for so long made my mind wander to places I didn't want it to visit. I ended up thinking about Liam a lot. As much as I resented myself for it, I couldn't stop my mind replaying memories we shared over the past years, some of which made my heart swell, others made it sink to the bottom of my stomach.

Though the thing that changed me was when I stumbled across a news article online whilst I was bored at work. If you'd have asked me a year ago how I'd react to seeing Liam engaged to another woman, I'd have said I'd throw up for days on end. Only when my eyes did fall upon the headline "Oasis Frontman Proposes To Girlfriend", I felt nothing.

Nothing but peace.

I was concerned. I thought I'd feel angry, upset, perhaps burst into tears in the middle of the office, but none of that happened. Instead, I was sat reading the article with a small smile on my face. There were photographs attached to the column, showing the two of them happy together.

Seeing him smile made me smile. I was glad he'd found the person that was right for him. It was a shame that he and I weren't a match, but the time we shared together and everything that happened between us both led us down the paths to be exactly where we were right then.

After finishing speaking to my brother, I took a train down to London. Damon had flown home from tour a week ago and we still hadn't seen each other. I only knew he was back in England because of press photos released of them in Heathrow airport.

I decided not to call ahead before I left Manchester, not wanting to work myself up even more about not seeing Damon for so long. Instead, I left Ryan's house and arrived at Euston station just over two hours later.

As I sat in the back of the taxi, I felt sick to my stomach. Damon and I hadn't seen each other in over two months and the nerves I felt made me feel like I was going on a first date, only the nerves weren't excitement, it was fear.

Walking up the driveway with a small overnight bag in my hand, I took a deep breath before knocking three times on the black door.

As I waited, I looked down at my hands, my bare hands. I had taken the promise ring off my finger after Damon and I's argument and I couldn't remember where I'd put it.

The door swung open, pulling me out of my day dream.

"Britney? What are you doing here?" Damon looked flustered, his hair was a mess and he had a jacket on as if he was about to head out the house.

"I-I, are you going somewhere?"

I gestured to Damon's clothes and he looked down at his trainers, then back up at me, his face falling from confusing to empathy.

"No, come in."

I followed Damon inside, taking a seat on the sofa beside him, an awkward space in between us that usually wouldn't be there.

"I-"

"Why-"

Both of us spoke at the same time, laughing shyly at one another. I stayed quiet, allowing Damon to speak.

"I was going to call, but I saw the headlines and I..."

Confused, I furrowed my eyebrows together. It was only when I followed Damon's gaze down to my left hand, which bore no engagement ring, that I realised what he'd been thinking for almost three months.

"You thought I'd do that? You thought I'd go back to him?" My voice was quiet, my heart almost too heavy to get any words out.

"I'm sorry, Brit, I saw the headlines and I didn't want to read any of it because I just thought..." He trailed off, not needing to say anything more as he bowed his head, taking a deep breath.

I didn't know what to say. I was hurt that Damon thought I'd have gone back to Liam after one small fight. I waited day and night for him to call me, because he always called me first when he was away. But the phone never rang.

Damon looked up at me. I had missed looking into his eyes and the way it made me feel inside. Sitting in his home, filled with our memories, looking at him feeling a mixture of love and sorrow, I tried hard to hold down the lump in my throat.

"I missed you so much, Britney. I didn't, I didn't go near anyone else, I swear..."

"Damon," I sighed, saddened by the fact that he'd need to reassure me like that.

"It's been the worst time of my life not having you here, all over again like last time. I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us, about how much I missed having you at the side of the stage when I'm singing, or waiting for me at home when I've been out all day. It was shit, Britney, I fucking hate being without you. And thinking what I've been thinking recently just...shattered me."

Damon looked tired. His eyes were heavy with dark circles underneath, his skin dull. There was no glow coming from him anymore. As I glanced at myself in the mirror, I saw that I was the same.

Without each other, we were nothing, empty shells of the people we were when we were together.

"Can you forgive me? I know it's asking a lot, I know-"

I didn't wait any longer to get rid of the space between Damon and I. My legs wrapped around his torso as I sat on his lap, my arms around him and my head buried in his neck, breathing in the smell of him that I'd missed so much.

I felt him grab me tightly, squeezing my body closer to him, his lips grazing the skin on my neck.

He kissed me gently, his hands around my waist and mine holding his face. Pulling apart, the feeling I got when I looked into Damon's eyes was the same feeling I got when the two of us danced together in his apartment that one night. It was a feeling of starting again, a clean slate, the next stage.

"I can't imagine being without you, Britney."

As he looked up at me, his face held that boyish gaze that first drew me in when we met at the Chelsea game all those years ago. His deep blue eyes and charming smile hit me harder than any drug I'd ever taken, and any man I'd ever loved.

"I have something to tell you, I'm sorry."

Why I chose that moment to tell Damon, I wasn't sure. I had imagined it to be so different, but when it comes to Damon and I, I suppose we had never done anything the way it was expected.

"What is it, darling?" He brushed a hair from my face, his thumb caressing my cheek as he saw my panic set in.

I took a shaky breath, smiling at him as I placed my hand on top of his own, gently moving it down to my stomach.

I said nothing, just giving Damon a worried smile as he slowly realised what it was I needed to tell him.

"You...you're?" His eyes widened and I immediately lost the smile from my lips as his expression stayed blank.

He just stayed looking down at his hand that was placed upon my stomach, on the tiniest bump that had grown underneath my t-shirt.

The smile came back onto my face as he looked up at me, his eyes glazed over with tears. He took my face in his hands, kissing me hard, feeling both of our tears meet each others as they fell down our cheeks.

Damon and I had been through more than most. Nothing was ever straightforward for the two of us, but the feeling I got when I looked into his eyes and the way I felt his hands squeeze my own let me know that he and I were meant to be together. Everything that happened, happened for a reason. The tears that I'd cried, my heart that got broken so many times, the sleepless nights and the long, hard days, were all bringing us to that moment right then.

That was where I was supposed to be. No matter where both of us had strayed before, apart or together, none of it mattered to us anymore.

"My God Britney Giggs," Damon grinned, shaking his head as his eyes raced all over my body, "I couldn't love you any more if I tried."

an;
totally random but I decided to do an alternate ending to this story!! Let me know which one you prefer, I don't think I can decide!

If anybody has any requests about a story they'd like to read, just drop a comment :)

-martials