ALWAYS

CONFIRMATION x SURPRISE - PART I

  Slow down, I'm trapped to tell the truth

And I know I'm just a coward when it comes to love  

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James is currently fiddling on my phone in front of me, his back resting on the headboard, while I'm sitting at one corner opposite to his direction trying to finish editing the videos that we took during our San Francisco escapade.

Reminiscing the first time we went there to now, a lot has changed. By A LOT, I mean a whole freaking lot. The airport was spacious enough for all of us to breathe back then, there were still fans that greeted us and took the day off from work but not as much as our recent arrival. It's not that I am complaining, really, I appreciate all their love and support to us but getting trap inside the revolving door is also quite terrifying, you know. Imagine how frantic I am when we got stuck in there, I thought we were all going to get suffocated if time pass a little more. Also, I am concern if someone might get hurt with all the pushing and pulling. Bags of gifts were thrown at our direction, almost hitting us, but I know that they were just trying to hand it towards us and that's the only way possible thinking about the circumstances. The thought of us getting well known and slowly establishing a solid fan-base hasn't really sink in to me yet. So I am still beleaguered, just a smidgen, to the new and atypical treatments. It was a tad chaotic, yes, I admit, but in between that chaos we felt loved. Between that mayhem we were loved.

The memory of James's hands securing me all throughout the fiasco, guiding me as we exited the building, is still very vivid in my mind. And I couldn't help but feel the collywobbles every time the vision of his worried face flashes in front me; he was really restless at that time, the moment he lost me in his grip. I know because someone took a video of him, eyes probing and moving circles – looking for me, and uploaded it in Instagram.

"What are you so happy about?" James asked when he heard my soft giggles. He shifted his eyes from the phone to me and gave me a questioning look. His eyebrows elevated in confusion.

Shrugging my shoulders in the process, I pretended that it was nothing important. Drawing his attention is the last thing I want as of the moment, because the videos that I am trying to knot all together are supposed to be a surprise. For tomorrow; January 18, 2016. The date is very important to the both of us, I just couldn't let it pass without something, and this is the only thing I can think off. Nevertheless, to my dismay, he got curious about what I'm doing and started crawling to my direction.

I raised one eyebrow at him, signalling him to stop. When I noticed him still moving towards me, I finally called him out. "James, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." He said, feigning innocence; and rolled over to his back, lying flatly on the bed. "I'm just testing the bed. It's so soft, by the way." A playful smile plastered on his face.

So much for not getting his attention, there's no point in ignoring him now when he's all hyper and playful already. I closed my laptop in a jiffy, afraid of him just to catch a glimpse of my work; and hid it inside one of my drawers along the way as I proceeded to his direction.

"Hey," he whined, and pouted as he jolted up into a sitting position. "I'm supposed to see what you're doing." and whinged again as his forefinger pointed at the drawer where my laptop's charily hidden.

"So..." I pretended to think as I reached a decent distance to him, leaving just a few inches apart. "I guess you're choosing that over cuddle. Okay. Fine with me." With an instant, he pulled my waist and laid me on the bed with him on top me, his hands brushing off the hair covering my face.