XLVII
"I can't believe I'm moving to the UK." I mutter quietly to myself for the fifth time in a row as I pack my bags.
Axel sighs and stands up from the bed, walking up to behind me. He wraps his arms around me, slowly massaging my tummy. "Look, if you really don't want that...", he begins, but trails off and I whirl around, laying my palms on his shoulders.
"No! I want it, it's just kind of... Scary. I've lived my whole life in the US, never left the mainland and for the first time that I'm leaving, I'm never coming back. I've always loved pictured of London, and English movies and their culture, but what if I hate it there when I see it with my own eyes?" I let out an anxious breath. "It's just making me a little nervous."
Axel purses his lips. "You're thinking too much into this." he decides, tucking my hair behind my ear.
"No, I'm just unprepared and I don't like being unprepared." I say, lifting my brows and Axel softly hums.
"I think you need my help." he whispers, placing a kiss on my cheek with his hands holding my face.
"Your help? What do you mean? You know you're terrible at pack-" I gasp when his mouth attaches itself to my spot on my neck.
"I wasn't talking about packing, baby. I think you need to relax a bit and I'm just gonna help you with that." he whispers in my ear, slowly moving the dtrap of my bra down my shoulder and just like that, I'm sold.
True to his word, he manages to relax me like nothing else can, and in only a few minutes, my body's trembling in pleasure as I'm sent up amid the stars.
"Here, now don't worry and just rest for a bit, and I'll get this shit done."he tells me and I only manage to murmur something in reply and whisper:" You're the best boyfriend in the world."
I watch him shove my clothes in the suitcase for about a minute before I drift off to sleep.
***
"Baby, wake up." I feel my body being shaken slightly and I grunt in reply and turn away from the bastard trying to wake me up.
"Come on, don't make this hard for me." I faintly hear in the background, preparing to continue singing on the stage with my favourite band.
"Is your heart taken? Is there somebody else on your mind? I'm so sorry, I'm-" "What the hell?!" I shout out loud, looking wide-eyed at my asshole of a boyfriend, laughing like crazy.
"Sorry, I couldn't stand listening to you singing that crap for a second longer." he lifts his hands up in defence as I angrily wipe the water off my face.
"So you had to throw water in my face?! And what are you talking about?" I shout at him, making me even more annoyed because he's still laughing at me.
"Oh, you were singing songs from that shit band again, I don't get why the fuck you like them so much-"
I cut him off. "They are the best boyband on the entire planet and you have absolutely no reason to call them shit. I will continue to listen to them and if that's a problem for you, you can go." I rant in a low voice like I always do when he says anything against my favourite band.
I'm now standing up, beyond pissed at Axel, who's still fighting a laugh.
"Sorry, baby, I won't bring them up again, okay?" he apologizes and I glarw at him for a few moments, beforw sighing and moving to hug him.
"Don't insult them, you know how I get if anyone says something about them." I say and he nods.
"Yeah, yeah, I won't call them shit anymore, even though that's what they are." he says and starts laughing when I punch him in the ribs.
"Come, let's go downstairs, they're waiting for us. And just a heads up, your dad is coming in a few minutes." Axel says and I look up at him.
"Yeah? Did mum call him?" I ask him and he nods.
"Yeah, it's time we tell him everything," Axel says and I nod in agreement.
I look around my room and sigh. "What will happen to this house when we're gone?" I ask Axel and he shrugs.
"I heard that your mum will leave it for your dad to live here." he tells me.
"That's good. He's gonna lose us, we can't take the house from him as well." I say, sighing. I hope to god that he'll take the news remotely well.
Despite how relationship has been for the past year, he's still my father and I love him.
"Come, let's go downstairs." Axel says after a few moments and gently nudges me out of my old bedroom.
I step towards the staircase, leaving the bedroom behind.
When the door rings and my father steps in, I'm met face to face with a someone I can barely recognize and my heart breaks at the thought of what we're all putting him through.
I grab Axel's hand and prepare for the drama to unroll.