melody_house-warming-party-2

A HOUSE-WARMING PARTY by Melody <<< part 1

PART 2

Towards the end of the tour, I discovered that I was pregnant. Nicky was thrilled, but our excitement was short-lived; I miscarried at seven weeks. By that time the British tour was over, and Nicky took me away for a secluded cottage for a week, so that we could be completely alone.
A month later, they were off to Japan, and then Europe. Apart from the occasional week off, that they had, I would have to get used to being alone; Nicky had practically moved in with me. Fortunately I was able to see a couple of gigs in Belgium.

The first one had gone brilliantly; the boys were on top form, and the fans helped make it a great night. The second gig was very different. Nicky and Richey were both pissed, and, try as hard as they did, Sean and James couldn't make up for the lack of input from them. Fed up with Nicky's shambolic bass playing, the crowd rebelled, and began hurling missiles at him. In his drunken state, Nicky had hurled some of them back into the crowd. The gig ended when several angry fans stormed the stage, physically attacking Nicky.

I got out of the crowd as swiftly as I could, but the security wouldn't allow me backstage; not believing that I was Nicky's girlfriend. I hunted around the venue for a crew member, couldn't find one, so decided to make my way to the tour bus. Thankfully the door was open. I made my way to the back, to wait for Nicky and the others to come out, knowing that had to use the bus to drive to the hotel they were booked into for that night.

When I heard the rustling of clothes, and panting, I assumed that Richey or James had got lucky. Then I heard a deep moan and my blood ran cold. No, surely it couldn't be...could it? Shaking with dread, I pulled back the dark blue curtain from one of the bays; there was Nicky, screwing some girl. I smacked his arse so hard that my hand was stinging, called the girl a tramp, then, when his alcohol affected brain finally processed what was happening, and he looked directly at me, I slapped his face.

“You bastard!” I screamed at him.

I grabbed my bag, and case (packed ready for the luxury of a night in a hotel), and ran off the bus, as fast as my legs would carry me. When I had got off I caught sight of Martin, and decided to let him know what was happening.
“Nicky's in there,” I said with a stutter, my breath getting hitched in my throat from a mixture of anger and hurt. “I'm going to the airport to see if they'll exchange my ticket for one on a flight tonight.”
“Whoa! What on earth has happened Dana?”
“Nicky, is in there, having sex, and, it sure as hell is NOT with me!”
“Oh shit! I know that this is no excuse, but, well, he is totally out of his head. Why don't you let me book you into another hotel for tonight? I'll pick you up in the morning, and you can both sort this out. Nicky will be devastated at what he's done; he genuinely does love you.”
“Martin, he's not that far out of his head that he can't get his dick up! He promised me. He knew how hard it was for me to trust him enough to go out with him, but he promised! He swore that he would never kiss a groupie, never mind anything else.”
“You have got every right to be angry with him,” Martin said with a sigh of disappointment. “But trust me when I say that Nicky will hate himself for this when he sobers up.”
“I won't be here when he sobers up. Oh and tell him not to bother calling me, or sending flowers. When I calm down sufficiently to have a rational conversation with him, I'll call him.”
“Dana, he will be gutted.”
“Perhaps it will give him the opportunity to decide what he really wants. It's me or the groupies Martin; he can't have both.”
“I understand. Look, let me drive you to the airport, it will cost you a fortune by taxi.”
“I don't want to put you out.”
“You're not. At least I'll be able to tell Nicky that you got there safely. I'll go and let Terri know that I won't be going to the hotel straight away, so that she doesn't get worried.” He fooled around in his jacket pockets for a few seconds. “Here they are. You take the car keys and go and wait for me. It's that blue one in the corner.”
Thank goodness for rental cars!

Five minutes, he was back, and we began our journey to the airport. Martin went in with me when I made my enquiry about changing my flight. Fortunately, there were seats available on flight leaving in eighty minutes. Assured that I would be ok, Martin hugged me, and said his goodbyes.
“I'll arrange for you to be met at the airport, and be taken home.”
“You've been so kind,” I spluttered, my tears falling freely. “Thank you, so much.”
He hugged me back warmly, running his hands up and down my back to comfort me. “Come on, you'll work this out. He'll come back with his tail between his legs, begging you to forgive him. He won't ever do that to you again Dana. Give him a chance, that's all I ask. Don't throw away your relationship over this. You two, well, you're good together; you BELONG. Your going home will be punishment enough for him.”

“Perhaps you're right,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “The big question is whether or not I can trust him again. As much as I love him Martin, this is not going to be something that I can forget easily. How do I make the doubts go away? You wanna know something really lame and stupid? When I'm not with him, I love him so much, that it hurts; it physically hurts, and I don't feel complete without him. How do I cope with that, and the fear that he'll do it again? I can't live my life worrying about what he's getting up to when I'm not there.”
“I know that it is easy for me to say, but, he won't do anything so stupid again. This is the first time that he's been with a groupie, in any way, shape or form, since he met you. When it all sinks in, and he realises that he might lose you, he'll realise what a prat he's been. This is a one off; I have no doubts.”
“I'm afraid that I can't make any promises. I'll be doing a lot of thinking until he finishes the tour.”
“But you will call him before then?”
“Like I said, once I've calmed down, IF I calm down, I'll call him. There's no point in doing it whilst I feel like this; we'd argue.”
“I'll let him know that you're ok. Call me when you get home won't you?”
“I will, and thanks, again.”
“You take care Dana.”
Watching Martin walk away, suddenly I felt lost and alone.

Three days later, I decided that the time was right to give Nicky a call. Martin had been contacting me regularly to give me telephone numbers that I could call to talk to Nicky, when I was ready to. He also updated me on Nicky; he wasn't doing so good.
“I'm going to call Nicky after the gig tonight,” I told Martin. “Will you let him know? I don't want him to get pissed again.”
“Of course I will. Oh Dana, he'll be over the moon.”
Apparently Nicky couldn't recall much at all about the events of the night with the groupie, and, on learning that I had gone home, had continued to drink himself into oblivion; convinced that he had lost me forever. My time away from him, had led me to examine our relationship, and my feelings for him. I was undeniably in love with him, and had decided, if he also wanted, to give the relationship another chance, and try to get over one drunken night's misjudgement. One of my main concerns, was that Nicky was maybe too young, for a monogamous relationship; perhaps he wasn't ready for that degree of commitment, and wanted to play the field. Throughout the day, my anxieties increased; the impending hour of the call looming ever closer.

“Nicky, it's Dana. How was the gig?” I asked nervously.
“I am so, so, so sorry Dana,” he spluttered, his voice cracking with emotion. “I don't remember how I got with her. Actually I don't remember much at all, aside from waking up in a strange room, without you, and with an almighty hangover.”
“Oh honey, please don't cry,” I said, crying myself.
“When Martin told me, I thought it was a bad joke. I just didn't believe that you had really gone.”
“Why Nick? And don't blame the sodding alcohol.”
“I honestly don't know; like I said, I don't remember.”
“Don't or won't?”
“Meaning?”
“Do you want to be in this relationship? Or, was that your way of telling me that you wanted to sow your wild oats?”
“Dana, I love you! I, I can't get my head around the fact that I put our relationship in jeopardy like that. You have my word, I will never do anything to hurt you, ever. Once, is one time too many.”
“Right at the start, you promised me that this would never happen,” I levelled at him.
“If you wanna call it a day, I understand. I have got no one but myself to blame,” he murmured sombrely.

“I don't want that,” I said steadily. “However, if you so much as snog another woman, that will be it. You have one more chance Nicky, if you want it. If you have any doubts, especially about being capable of saying no to others, then, we had better end it right now.”
“I know that I can say no, Dana. I'll also watch my drinking; its bad enough having Richey blitzed every night,” he said in a slightly more cheerful tone. “I love you so much, though I wouldn't blame you for not believing that right now. Will you meet me at the airport, like we'd planned?”
We had arranged for me to collect Nicky from the airport, at the end of the tour, and we would then go back to my home. In all honesty, I hadn't thought about that little problem. I had a decision to make; quickly.
“Yes, I will.”

“Will I be staying with you, or will you take me to my parent's house?” The nervousness in his voice was evident.
“Why not stay with me?” I said brightly. “After all, it wouldn't be the first time would it? And, it will save a lot of explanations.”
“Oh Dana! You won't regret this, I promise! Thank you so much. I've hated lying to them; they have no idea that you went home early.”
“Hey, that's fine by me,” I answered with a nervous titter. “There is no reason for them to know, is there?”
“Have you told anyone?”
“A few people know that I came back early, I told them that it was work related.”
“I don't deserve you,” Nicky sighed. “You could have caused me a lot of problems if you had told people the truth; the press would've heard.”
“Nicky, I didn't do it for you, I did it for us. I'll allow you that one mistake, but, if it happens again, trust me, I won't protect you.”
“That's fair enough. I'll let you get some sleep, I know you're at work tomorrow.”
“Ok, but, do me a favour?”
“What?”
“Call me tomorrow night, before you go to bed. It will be nice to say goodnight to you before I go to sleep. Especially as I have nearly two weeks till I see you again.”
He chuckled. “I will. I miss you Dana. Sleep well honey.”
“You too, Nicky,” I said, making kissing noises down the phone. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”

After that, we enjoyed regular phone calls; Nicky calling before he went on stage, and, as soon as he came off. When I asked him, was it to let me know that he wasn't being unfaithful? He admitted that it was.
“Nicky, you don't have to report to me on a regular basis, just carry on like we did before.”
“I just wanted you to have some peace of mind.”
“Following our discussion about that night, I do. I believed you Nicky: I trust you.”
He shocked me by breaking down, sobbing his heart out. “I can't shake the pain or the guilt.”
“Oh Nicky,” I said, pained that the man I love was so distraught, “don't beat yourself up. It's over; forgotten.”
“Not by me; I'll never forget.”
“Dwelling on it isn't going to help. We need to be positive; keep looking forward.”
“You are a very special woman Dana. Your giving me a second chance, means the world to me.”
“And you mean the world to me. It's going to be good, having you home again.”
“I can't wait.”

One by one, they trundled through customs, and I gave each one of them a hug; it was great to see them all, and emotional. Despite the plethora of people and press watching, Nicky and I were lost in our own little world, oblivious to all of the camera's that were flashing, whilst we kissed each other passionately. No one else mattered; I wanted Nicky to know how much he meant to me. Once we got outside the airport, James, Sean and Richey hugged us both, and said goodbye; they were travelling back in a car that Martin had arranged.
“Don't let him keep you in bed the whole time,” laughed James, cheekily winking at us. “I know you have a lot of catching up to do, but, we would like to see you; both of you.”
“Don't worry, you will,” I said, playfully tapping his arse, and kissing him briefly on his cheek. “If you're good, I may even invite you all round for a meal. I'll let you fight over who gets the spare bed, sofa and floor.”
“Hmm, because I'm the first to be told, I claim the spare bed!” James laughed mischievously.
“Fine by me, but erm, Richey and Sean may disagree.”
“Come on love,” Nicky said, stroking my backside, “time to go home.”
“Calm down Wire,” taunted James. “Five more minutes won't hurt, you love sick prat.”
“Charming!”
“Well Wire, you are,” he chuckled. “Go on Dana, better get him home to let him make love to you.”

Once the door was locked behind us, Nicky pinned me against the wall, kissing me hungrily, his hands roaming under my clothes, and caressing my naked skin.
“Bed...” I panted.
“In a while,” he whispered seductively. “I can't wait any longer.”
That frantic quickie, was a prelude to a night of sex. Some of our love making was soft and tender, some rousing and passionate, but all of it was wonderful.

The following morning, he woke me with a kiss, and asked me to marry him. Without needing to think about it, I said yes; Nicky was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, and that hasn't changed. We've been married for fifteen years, and, we have three wonderful children. For our next anniversary, we are renewing our wedding vows. How lucky am I?

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