Chapter 25

Richie groaned and grumbled as he awoke, he sat up and stretched, satisfyingly popping his back. He moved towards the coastal doors that looked out into the sandy beach, the sun was setting in the distance and he sighed. Was Jon gonna hate him?

Evie groaned and grumbled as she tossed her body, he carefully and quietly, opened the door so that he was standing on the sand, he spotted a place where he could just sit and think, with no one to interfere.

 He breathed in the crisp sea air and began to walk along the beach, looking occasionally to see if anyone was coming. He sat down, his arms resting on his knees, his hands running through his hair.
"What have I done?" he mumbled, staring out into the blank, blue ocean as it rolled towards his feet, a stray tear rolled down his cheek. He wiped it off with the back of his hand, then, a few more came, pouring out in a flood of pure emotion.


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Evie rolled over, her hand trying to find Richie, though he wasn't there. Her body went into a state of panic as she called out his name frantically. No response. Then, she looked out of the window, Richie was on the beach?
"Rich never goes on the beach" she mumbled to herself as she opened the door, she stepped out, the soft sand beneath her feet as she went over to the inconsolable Richie.
"Richie! What are you doing out here?" she asked, stopping and crouching down beside him, intertwining her fingers with his.


"It's Jon. Will he ever forgive me?" Richie replied, his eyes red and puffy, and his voice was hoarse.
"For what? Proposing to me. Dean, he's under a lot of stress for the tour and everything, he can become like a whiny bitch at times and he can say things that he'll regret. It's not your fault, you control your life, Jon can't control it, even I can't control your wild ways!
But, seriously stop worrying, I don't want you to be ill or start drinking or something stupid"


"Evie, I'm a rock-star, I drink. He thinks that we're rushing in, but to be honest I can't help falling in love with you" Richie mumbled, leaning back into the sand, she lay back with him, their hands held onto one another as she tried to comfort him. Then, the air became chilly as the sun set in the distance, Richie got up, he helped Evie and he lifted her up into his strong, tanned arms. She nuzzled her head in his chest as they walked back to the house, she looked up at him and he smiled down at her.