Return To Me, My Love

When we get back onto the bus Frank puts me back on my feet and I brace my hands against his chest, shoving him hard enough that he stumbles a few steps and almost loses his balance before I turn and walk into the bunk area, Frank following a second later and he grabs my shoulder, spinning me around and smashing his lips to mine. "Don't" I snap as I push him away again but Frank grips my shoulders tight and backs me against the side of the bunks, leaning in close and hissing out "Are you trying to make me look stupid?" "What?" "Do you have any idea how it makes me look to everyone when you run off with another guy?" "Do you have any idea how it makes me feel when you treat me like this?" I ask back and Frank freezes, his face going blank for a moment before he says "What do you mean?" "We were in Paris and you fucking abandoned me to stay in the bus and fuck around with your guitar. Do you have any idea how I felt sitting around in the lounge all morning while everyone else was out having a great time? And then I had to go out with William. I don't know what your fucking problem is right now but I'm fucking done so just leave me the fuck alone." I shove him off me again and Frank drops his hands, letting me turn around and climb into my bunk alone.

A few hours later I'm still laying wide awake in my bunk, the steady sound of the bus moving along the road doing nothing to help soothe me towards sleep and just as I roll over, my back to the curtain concealing me it slides open and Frank climbs in, plastering himself to my back as he wraps an arm around my waist, an envelope in his hand. "Baby" he says softly and I sigh as I roll back over to face him, our noses brushing together with how close we are. "What Frank?" I ask and he takes a deep breath before saying "So it's been brought to my attention that I've been kinda an asshole to you recently and....." "Kinda?" I interrupt and Frank sighs and says "Ok I was being a massive asshole and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be, I just was working on something really important to me and I wanted it to be perfect." "Well I hope it was worth it" I tell him and he sighs again and says "Baby I fucking hate seeing you upset and I hate it even more being the one who's responsible for it." "You abandoned me Frank, in Paris of all places. Do you have any idea how fucking badly I wanted to look around? It's like the only time in my life I'll get to see Paris and you took that from me, for a fucking song." Frank bites at his bottom lip for a few seconds, remaining silent before he slides the envelope into my hand. "I'm sorry" he says softly before sliding back out of my bunk and after the curtain closes I turn the envelope around in my hands, wondering what could be inside before taking a deep breath and opening it, two first class plane tickets to Paris inside along with booking information for seven nights in a really expensive hotel, the dates coinciding with a two week gap the guys have coming up which includes our anniversary. I climb out of the bunk, taking all the papers with me and following the sound of guitar playing into the back lounge where I find Frank is the one playing and I slip in, closing the door behind me again and the sound makes him look up, a sad look on his face as I charge at him, climbing into his lap as he sits the guitar aside. I lean in for a kiss but he stops me with a gentle hand on my cheek, our faces just an inch apart as he says "I'm sorry I was such a dick. I kept Paris from you because I didn't want you to have to rush and see it all in a few hours, I wanted you to have time to explore and...." But I cut him off, leaning in to close the gap between us and seal my lips to his, his arms snaking around my waist and holding me to him as we kiss.

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