Harry nodded towards my sketchbook. “You drew enough pictures of the coastline here that I took an easy guess, hoping I was right. If Ade were in his right mind, not drunk, he would have done the same thing.
“His addictions are not my fault nor my problem,” I snapped.
“Hey, girl, I never said that they were. Chill!” He rubbed my shoulders, a slight smile on his face as I cuddled into the crook of his arm. “Adrian loves you; he really does, and you love him. Does any of the rest of this shit matter?”
“Sometimes love isn’t enough, however much you wish it was.”
“Look, let me put this as simply as I can.” He pulled her up to face him. “Ade is a fucking twat. A dumbass, a drunk, a diva and a million other things as well. But he ain’t your ex. He wouldn’t do any of those things that the lowlife did to you. And yeah, I’m sorry you went through that, we all are. You didn’t deserve it, and no matter how many times we all say that, it is gonna take time for you to accept it and move on. Accept that you deserve better, a real chance of love. Yes, the boy fucked up and did so big time. That’s just who Adrian is. He loves with this fiery passion that is so intense he ends up ruining shit by trying so hard not to mess up that he ruins things completely. But that fool, he did what he did out of love for you. He just wanted to protect you from finding out stuff that would hurt you, I am not saying that I agree with what he did, but I see why he did. He wanted to give you all the things that brute never did. That man would tear out his heart and give it to you if he thought it would make ye smile. I’ve known him since we were kids, and I have never seen Adrian like this over anyone. And if you two stay broken up, I doubt I ever will again. Just think about that, take some time and clear your head. You can always call if you need me.”
I buried my face in his shirt breathing in that cologne the whole band wore, thinking of my beau. “What if I can’t move past it?”
Harry shrugged. “Only you can decide what to do from here on. The tour starts in six weeks, and you have just as much right to be there as any of us. Regardless of your past or current relationship status. You helped write this album, you worked on those songs, it is your vocals on the tracks. You sat there with us working your ass off same as us every single day. You should be there for opening night, and every night of the tour. We all think it, even Ade.”
“How can I face him after all I found out?”
“With the same fiery sass that made him fall in love with ye to start with.”
“Tell me something to take my mind off all of this shit,” I asked.
“Well, I would, but all I really have to say is something you might not want to hear.”
I sat up, cuddling into him more. “Tell me.”
“I met someone; it doesn’t feel like the right time to talk about it when you are all torn up.”
“Oooh, tell me all about him.”
“Sure, you don’t mind?”
“Hell no, I want to hear all the hot boy goodness!!”
“Well, he is sweet, funny, kind, loving, has an amazing ass. He makes me laugh after a long day at work. Makes me blueberry pancakes for breakfast, with extra whipped cream.”
“Oooh, I bet that whipped cream is fun to play with.”
Harry laughed. “Yeah that is why I was late for rehearsal, twice.”
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Levi, I really think he might be the one.” Something suddenly crossed his mind. “What, why do you think it is a guy?”
I laughed, “A. You called him Levi. B. You referred to him as a male. C. You are gay.”
“I never said I was gay!” Harry insisted.
“You never look at the boobs when the girls get changed at the side of the stage.”
“I respect women!”
“You check out the roadie’s asses.”
“So do you!”
“I am straight, and they are hot, shirtless men!”
“Fair point,” he conceded. “I never told anyone I am gay.”
“Is Ireland really that homophobic?” I asked.
“No, well, in some places it is. I know the band probably have an idea, but still. I worry about it; I don’t want them seeing me any differently and I really do not want to lose this gig. I love working with them.”
“If they love you, it won’t matter.”
“I hope they do.”
“So, how did you meet him?” I asked.
“He was working with our opening act last tour, the one before you stepped in.”
“And?”
“We have been texting and meeting up sometimes on half days off.”
“Just texting?”
“Interesting texting.”
I laughed. “You dirty little sexter.”
“Hey, I have needs, I haven’t seen him in
