Ladies And Gentlemen, boils and germs, I hereby give you...Something right!!
Title: Something Right
Author; Unloved_Metal, Amy, Gingey!!
POV: Bam
Summary: I believed that love was overrated, until the day that I met you, never thought that I’d feel so elated, If you want me, then I must be doing something right.
A/N: The summary is a quote from a West-life song, the title would be the name of the song. When I heard it, it was just a one shot waiting to happen. [and I don’t even like west-life. ] So, without further ado, I bring you, Something Right.
I know I’m an asshole, I’m a total nonce. I also know that I have a habit of getting things wrong. Only one person is able to see the real me, see me at my worst, at my best, when I’m happy, sad, worried or excited. You know the real me, the me with the mask, you know everything about me. You know that I have feelings, sometimes more than anybody else.
Before I met you, I didn’t think that love was really something everyone got to experience. Some people, sure. A select handful, the minority. I figured that everyone was in a relationship that didn’t make them happy, everyone was longing for something more. I believed that love was overrated. Then I met you, and my carefully crafted lie of a life came crashing down around my ankles. The world just stopped spinning, the oceans waves stopped crashing. Briefly, I died and went straight to heaven. And even as I look into your eyes now, years later, it still has that effect on me. Who would have thought, that years later, I would have the joyous pleasure of waking up with you every morning?! Who would have known that?
Remember the day we told everyone about us? I never thought that I would feel so elated. The world became more perfect, it became our sanctuary. And I wanted to just hold you, wrap my arms around you, and never let you go. But then the tours started, you had to leave, and I was devastated, because I wouldn’t see you for months at a time. I cried when the boarding call would be announced at the airport, wished you didn’t have to leave. But you always shushed me, told me you would call, and you did. But that only dulled the pain for a while. I missed you, I fucking PINED for you.
But then the tour would finish, and you would come home, sometimes the guys would come too, and they would tell me that your anguish was just as mine, unending. They would tell me that the songs would have more emotion in them than ever, that even though you were trying to be upbeat, you were miserable without me. And that made me feel needed, feel wanted.
As soon as you would walk through the doors of our castle, the bags were dumped, and you were in my arms, kissing me, eating my face. And I loved it, I loved you. As you would be kissing me, and I, you, I would be thanking god for you, because I truly love you. Even after all the tours, even after the offer of all the groupies, if you want me, I must be doing something right.