Jamie Campbell Bower / Reader
You were typing your report when you heard the door being slammed shut. You jumped a little because you had not really gotten used to live with someone. You had actually just recently moved in with your boyfriend, Jamie. He was usually busy with his acting career as well as his band but he had asked you to move in with him when your previous landlord had suddenly decided to sell the place. It had really come as a surprise and you had panicked a little.
You had actually panicked so terribly that you had called Jamie during his movie filming and cried your eyes out in the phone. It had been terrible; the announcement had come as a completely surprise mostly because your landlord had never mentioned that he was even considering selling the apartment. Fortunately Jamie had then said immediately that you were most welcomed to live with him. You had not been that ecstatic about the idea because you had not been dating for that long, only about 6 months, give or take a few weeks, but since you did not really have a choice, you had decided to take his offer.
Now you had been living together for few months but things had been going great. Jamie was away quite a lot which made you to miss him like crazy. You did not want him to know, of course, just how much you missed him, but you had a feeling that he knew. At least he always called you or sent you messages to wish you goodnight or to ask how you were doing.
He had asked you repeatedly to join him on his travels but you were tied in the city where you were living. You couldn’t just leave everything and go, not right now at least, although his offer was very tempting. Traveling with Jamie would be surely exciting but you had made it clear from the beginning that you wanted to be your own person, independent, and also you had goals in life and to reach those goals, you had to stay.
Jamie understood it and respected it although he occasionally told you how hard it was to miss you all the time and frankly, it was sometimes affecting his mood at the set. You felt bad for him but then again you did not like it when he said that. He had known what he was getting into when he had asked you to be his girlfriend, as you had too. It had been clear from the beginning that he would be gone for weeks sometimes and there was nothing you could had done. It was just the way things were.
You had met at a club where you had been dancing with your friends. Then you had noticed a blond, tall, athletic man who was wearing stylish clothes and surrounded by gorgeous women. You had sipped your drink and shifted your gaze away from him when he had noticed that you were looking. You had recognized him, well of course, and then gotten embarrassed when he had caught you red-handed, staring at him.
Your friends had ditched you, that sometimes happened, and you had been just drinking your favorite drink, casually scanning the dancing crowd as you tried to locate your friends. You had noticed that the blond man, Jamie, had left the ladies, not that you cared because you totally didn’t… well okay, you did care because he was awesome, but you had not been assuming to ever see him again.
- Hello! you had heard someone saying and as you had seen Jamie standing by the table. You had stared at him with a surprised expression on your face and you had not been quite sure what to reply. In other words; you had been rendered speechless.
- May I join you? he had asked.
- Uhm… sure. you had managed to reply and then sipped your drink, just to cover the look on your face which was basically screaming “what. the. fuck?”
- I’m Jamie, I couldn’t help noticing you sitting here alone, staring at me.
You had gone red as a tomato. Luckily there were no bright lights illuminating your face at that time so you had the privilege to blush in private, kind of, and besides all the lights that were lighting your face, were in different colors so you had been safe. And about that you were thankful… so thankful. “This however was not the time to be shy and silent, this was the time to be witty and charming, confident” you had told yourself and then smiled.
- Yeah… well, you and your massive… entourage… kind of caught my attention.
- Well, nothing serious, just a couple of groupies. he had said almost as he had been trying to explain why he was surrounded by ladies.
- It’s none of my business, I don’t judge. you had said and lifted your hands slightly up to emphasize how you really wanted to wash your hands from that conversation.
Then you had started to talk with him and ended up on the dance floor with him where he had not been able to take his eyes off you and you had felt that you had been the only woman he had seen even though the club had been filled with beauties. In the end he had asked for your number and you had been happy to give it.
However he had waited almost a week to call because he had been busy and you had been completely sure that he was not going to call you. Then one night, just before you had been going to bed, you had heard your phone ringing just when you had been washing your teeth. The ringing had ended just before you had gotten the toothpaste foam rinsed out from your mouth. You did not know the number so you were debating with yourself whether you should call or not, because you did not usually call numbers that were not familiar to you, but this time you had made an exception.
A man with British accent had answered and greeted you. At this point you had had no idea whatsoever who you had called so you had just said “someone from this number called just a minute ago, hi!” The person on the phone had laughed a little and then realized that you of course you did not know who was calling because you did not have his number. “It’s Jamie, hi” he had said finally and after going through every British-accented Jamie you knew, there weren’t many, you had then remembered the guy from the club. “Hello!” you had exclaimed and then cursed silently for sounding so excited.
After chatting for a moment that had actually turned into an hour just like that, you had asked him out. He had accepted your invitation and then you had set a time and place for the date. It had been easy, surprisingly so, to talk with him and the same easiness had continued face to face. Although you had sensed that he has a kind of a role that he was keeping up when he was among strangers but after few dates you had began to see “the real Jamie”, or the side of him that he did not want to show publicly. Seeing that side of him had made you feel privileged and appreciated. It still did.
You had been going out for about 4 months when he had asked if he may refer to you as your girlfriend and from that point on, you had been officially dating Jamie. It had been a bit strange at first, dating a celebrity, but beneath the glamour and glitter he was just a normal guy with a little less normal job, in which he was very good at.
Yes, Jamie was very talented and passionate of what he did. When he talked about his projects, no matter whether they were acting of music –related, it was always clear to you that he loved what he did and wanted to be successful. Therefore the days when things did not go that well were quite hard and draining for him. It had taken time that he had been able to even show you his frustration or bad mood, but again, it had made you feel very appreciated when he had finally let you close.
This was one of those days when everything had gone to shit, nothing had worked and he had just kept bumping into things, the entire day! Now he was home and the door between his safe-place and the rest of the world had been slammed shut. Yes, slammed so loudly that it had spooked you even though you had been listening to music.
You continued typing because you were experiencing sort of a flow. That so very rarely happened that when it finally did, you had to take full advantage of it. However soon you heard a glass breaking in the kitchen and Jamie cursing immediately after it. You sighed once, removed your fingers from the keyboard and then stood up.
- What’s going on here? you asked.
- Oh, nothing… Jamie answered and as you were going to go and hug him, he continued
-Watch out, there is glass on the floor.
- Oh… I’ll get the vacuum-
- No… my mess, I’ll clean it. he said and walked past you to get to the closet that hosted all the cleaning supplies. You could see that something was wrong although he did his best to keep you from seeing it.
- Did you get hurt? you asked because you had plenty of personal experience of getting cuts from broken glasses.
- No. Don’t worry, love. he said and kissed your forehead when he passed you again.
Jamie cleaned the mess, took another glass and poured some lemonade with vodka to it. Now it was clear that something was bothering him. One thing that you had learned about Jamie, was that if he had had a difficult day, he drank one drink when he got home in the hopes of calming his nerves.
- Want to talk about it? you asked with a soft voice and watched him stroking his hair. He groaned when they kept going on his face and did not stay where he wanted them to.
- I swear that one day I will freaking shave my head bald-
- Hey-hey-hey… you said and walked to hug your boyfriend from behind. You pressed your cheek against his back and breathed in and out calmly. He felt very tensed up and it made you worry. “What is it?” you mumbled but he did not answer.
- Okay, well… I will go and finish the report and then we’ll prepare some dinner together and… you’ll get to tell me everything about it. Deal? you asked and listened to his breathing. He sipped some if his drink again and then mumbled
- Oh, the dinner is not ready yet? I am starving!
- Well excuse me! you exclaimed and stepped a little away from him. It was so unfair if he assumed that you would just wait for him at home with dinner like you had no other responsibilities.
- Let me remind you that I also have things to do. They might not be as exciting and glamorous as yours but-
- Yeah, I know… I’m sorry. Jamie said and smiled briefly.
- Okay… how about, we’ll order some pizza and when it arrives, I will be all yours. I’m sorry but… I really have this deadline-
- Sure… Which pizza would you like to have?
- You know what I like. Surprise me. you said and smirked as you disappeared to the other room again. Jamie ordered the pizzas and after 45 minutes the delivery guy brought them.
- The pizzas are here. you heard Jamie shouting from the kitchen.
- Yep! Just give me a minute… you answered and saved the report. Now you had to just send it via email.
- Aaand… I’m… done! you exclaimed as you hit the send-icon, closed your laptop and joined Jamie in the kitchen. He had ordered you your favorite pizza and himself his favorite. You took two plates as he sliced the pizza in smaller pieces that were easy to eat without knife and fork. Then you carried the plates to the living room as he carried the drinks.
You ate and then finally Jamie started to talk about his day. He was talking about in a way that sounded that it did not really be that big of a deal and it annoyed you. It was frustrating when he put that same role up that he played in front of strangers and cameras. Sure he was easy going, funny and social, very spontaneous and always ready for good time, but there was only that other side of him that he was now hiding from you and it made you frustrated and worried which easily turned into irritation from your part. That happened because you felt like he was shutting you out and it was challenging, no, plain difficult to be there for him when he did that.
Then he snapped at you and you snapped at him back. He was pushing you to start an argument with him, which you almost did, but this time you decided to let it be. Instead of taking that bate you just took his hand, lifted it to your lips and pressed a soft kiss on his knuckles. Jamie stopped talking instantly and pulled you to sit on his lap.
You stared into his eyes as you sat on his lap, facing him and stroking his hair in a soothing way. You smiled a little and then moved your hands to caress the gorgeous features of his face; cheeks, jaw, forehead and you even brushed his lips occasionally. You slid your finger from his forehead slowly along his nose on his lips and then leaned closer to kiss him. You kissed the corner of his mouth softly before shifting yourself and pressing a kiss on his lips.
He loved it when you did that. It made him feel adored as well as appreciated and it also reminded him that even though the world sucked ass sometimes, you were the constant good thing that did not change. Sure you sometimes fought but so did every couple and as long as you always made up afterwards, it was all good. He stared into your eyes and then wrapped his arms around you and pressed you close. You tangled your fingers into his hair as you kissed him. You liked his hair and knew that he liked when you gently pulled them.
His lips moved gently against yours and sometimes he deepened the kiss for a moment, but he always returned to that sweet, gentle and adoring kissing style that seemed to wipe away his worries. After that he was finally ready to tell you what had happened. You listened to him as he talked about his own clumsiness and how it had made him frustrated. He hated it when he did not get things done and when things were not easy. It really blocked his creativeness and disturbed him which immediately then affected on his music and acting.
You held him close as he talked about his day and then you kept holding him. He listened to your calm breathing and concentrated on feeling your finger calmly drawing random shapes on his back. You told him with a soft tone that tomorrow was another day and it was alright. You ran your hand on his arm slowly up and down. He was wearing a t-shirt and you loved to feel his soft, warm skin under your equally soft and warm hands.
You suggested that you would take a shower together and after that you would massage those tensions away from his shoulders and this time he did not even have to return a favor. Jamie chuckled, laughed even and then got up from the sofa. You both got ready for that shower and kept embracing each other as warm water caressed your skins. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your cheek against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head. Yes, you were that thing that made him always feel better. You did not have to do anything but to smile or take his hand and he felt that at least half of his worries were gone. The other half was easily melted when you told him that everything was alright and you loved him, so very much. He did the same to you; no matter how shitty your day had been, he always cheered you up.
You got out from shower, both got dressed in your favorite pajamas and then you led Jamie into the bedroom, asked him to lay on his stomach.
- Just breathe in and out… Relax. you whispered into his ear and pressed a kiss on his shoulder. You massaged his shoulders, arms and back slowly. You did not miss a muscle and you could feel how the tension left his body. It made you very happy, he made you very happy. After 15 minutes you noticed that Jamie had fallen asleep so you tucked him in, quickly turned off the lights and then returned into the bed to hold him close as he slept. Soon you fell asleep as well and had sweet dreams about the adventures that you would have together. You and your Jamie.