Ohne Dich (Sequel to Stirb Nicht Vor Mir)

Chapter 70

I ran downstairs, poured Ville a glass of water, then ran back upstairs and gave it to him. I rubbed his back as he drank it and brushed his hair out of his face, blowing softly on his forehead. 

"Can you please put my fucking pants back on?!" He chuckled. 

I helped slide them back up, then he just shook his head and looked at me.

 "Are you alright?" I asked him. 

"Yeah."

His parents, brother, and Bam all left the room leaving us alone. 

"I'm so sorry," I finally stopped crying. 

"Why are you sorry?"

"I just feel like I've been so overdramatic."

"No, no, darling, it's alright."

"Ville!"

"What?"

"The nicknames."

"I'm sorry, your Royal Highness, but I'm allowed to call you 'darling' if I want to."

"Okay, so I'm allowed to call you 'Fuckface' if I want to?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because only I can call you a name."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "You really scared me there."

"Oh, you were scared?"

"Yes! I didn't know what to do!"

"You did everything just right."

"Ville?"

"What?"

"Can I please just have a hug?"

He pulled me into a hug and I cried into his neck. His hugs were the best. They made me feel like I was loved and that he really wanted me. I needed him and he needed me-that was that. 

"Adette?" He asked. 

"Yeah?"

"I have an interview in a couple of minutes."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yeah."

"I'll stay here and-"

"No, you can come with."

He put his shirt on, then ran downstairs and we said bye to Bam and his family. We drove to the building, and as soon as we arrived, he gave me back my engagement ring. 

"I'm sorry I took it off," I said. 

"It's alright. I knew you would take it back. Want a piggyback ride?"

I smirked, got on his back, then he walked. 

"WHOA, OH, MY BABY!" I sung. "HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE!"

"Oh. My. God."

"GONE WITH THE SIN, MY DARLING! OUR WORLDS TEAR US APART!"

As soon as I said that, Ville opened up the door, but busted out laughing. 

"Those aren't the fucking lyrics!" He said. 

"It's called improvisation, darling."

Someone told us to hurry up, so I got off his back, held his hand, and we ran backstage. 

"Ville Valo!" A man shouted. 

"Get on my back," He whispered. 

I got onto his back and he gave me a piggyback ride to the stage. As soon as everyone saw me, they screamed loudly.