But you knew that I would go anywhere for you

'Cause it ain't over, until she sings
@caterinas | outfit

The festival had been a mad house, a totally brilliant, totally fucking rock and roll mad house and Van loved every moment of it. Well, almost every moment. The fact that Sheryl had gotten her panties in a bunch hadn't been really enjoyable. So what if he had pulled Cat on stage? So what if thousands of people saw it happen? It wasn't as though she was some kept woman; she wasn't, not yet. There were months and months before she and Michael were to be wed and in that time she was free to do as she pleased. She was free to choose who she wanted to be with, who she didn't want to be with. And for right now she wanted to be with him. And he, her. 

There was no way of knowing that their relationship would have blown up like it had. No way, really, of knowing that he was going to have any sort of feelings for her. He was Van Fucking Parkinson, he didn't even know he had fucking feelings! Horny and Happy, that's all he thought he had and she made him both. It wasn't like he was aware of the secret level she somehow unlocked called Holy Shit I Love You. Whoa, did he say love? Holy shit, maybe. Two months in there was no way he could say that yet. Right? Yet there he was, dressed in, what he always referred to as being, a monkey suit...taking her out to dinner, showing her off.

He had promised not to. Well, sort of. Promises weren't exactly a Van thing to make; he shied away from making them whenever possible. Sheryl had made him do it. Not directly, not by force, not with a wand to his head but she had done it with blackmail. She could tell his mother. She would, she swore, if the two continued their little affair. He hadn't wanted that. Upsetting mother was like walking willingly into the deepest level of hell and setting up a tent. He felt horrible, guilty, and heartbroken when he upset her. Still, he continued to do it time and time again. What was one more time? 

The way he saw it the tabloids already had enough crap to write about his little act at the festival, pulling Cat up and all that. If they found the two out and about together it would just be another nail in his coffin. Still, he hoped that Sheryl wouldn't find out. He had given her his faulty promise, and he hoped she kept faulty hope that he would oblige and follow through. It had been why he had taken her to one of his favorite muggle restaurants. It was a nice place, a little upscale, but he wanted that. He wanted her to have a nice time on her birthday and he wanted her to know that his promise to Sheryl wasn't something he was planning to keep. 

So they had went to dinner, had a nice time, and now he was taking her to another place. A place he set up just for her, with the help of one of his muggle friends. It was a cute little rooftop terrace that he'd had decorated with lights and things. Who knew they made rock stars with romantic hearts? The best part was the ambiance. The terrace was near to an amphitheater with a pretty amazing band playing, they could actually see them from their view, though he didn't imagine he'd be watching them much. He hadn't been able to keep his eyes off of her. 

"I know you're enjoying looking at my arse," he joked, a step ahead of her in the staircase leading to the terrace. "But close your eyes. It's sort of a surprise." Van turned to her with a smile and waited for her to do as told. There was a giddy load of butterflies in his stomach as he swung open the door and lead her up, her hand in his. He hadn't told her about this place, the dinner, yes, but not this. Cat managed the last few steps under his lead and once she was finally settled he waved his hand in front of her face. Nothing. Good, she wasn't peeking. Van grabbed both her hands in his as he laid a kiss on her unsuspecting lips. "OK," he smiled, "open your eyes."

It wasn’t like they didn’t know what they were doing, because they did, they had known since day one that this was wrong, that they never should have crossed that line, but they had. She had the dreaded thing, feelings, and before the concert she wasn’t sure that she knew how she was going to deal with them. She would usually run, and hide herself away behind family duty or booze and sex. She knew what she usually did, she knew the person that she usually was and she tried to not bet that person anymore. Maybe it had something to do with Van and the way that her heart sped up when he was around, that little flip her heart did when he smiled at her

How had she let it happen? She had no idea. She had promised herself that she would never do this, that she would never let herself be put in harm's way, but here she was, here she had fallen in love. Gods, Merlin, Morgana and Circe. She had done it and there was no way to undo it. Their time would be up soon though, Sheryl had told them that she would tell, and here they were breaking that rule anyway. Here they were doing what they wanted. Before she knew it, things would be over, and she would be left to pick up the pieces before marrying his brother.

The thought made her steps slow for a moment and she bit her lip. God, was this what feeling felt like. She picked her speed back up as she walked behind him and smacked that lovely arse with a laugh. ”Damn right, I am.” She said with her heart in her stomach. Was this the one last hurrah, was he saying good bye but making it special. Taking his hand in hers she smiled as he lead her up . They stopped and he kissed her, she returned it softly, her hands squeezing his.

Opening them she looking around and smiled. ”Oh, Vaniel.” She said using his nickname that wasn’t a nickname somehow was. ”It’s perfect!”

BUT YOU KNEW THAT I WOULD GO ANYWHERE FOR YOU

'CAUSE IT AIN'T OVER, UNTIL SHE SINGS

Van didn't have a plan. Not even an outline or some vague idea of what he was doing. Well, tonight had been planned and bloody well but we're talking about in life. He had never thought he'd get to this point. It wasn't as though Cat was the first woman he'd ever been with. He was a rock star, for Pete's sake! He knew about woman, had been with a fair share, but he never let them be anything more than something to warm his bed. Sure, there had been a few episodes of relationships. One or two months at most, and he'd almost always break up with them before a tour. It was nice to have someone who cared, if only for a moment. He had cared about them, well, some of them. Not to any sort of insane extent but if they'd been struck by a bus he'd probably be pretty sad. Emotionally he was never available to these women though. They could have his time, share his bed, but that was as far as it had ever come. Until now.

Of all the women in all of the UK, it had to be her. As far as convenience went she was probably the bottom of the barrel. Being in love with her was complicated. Van wasn't one for complicated. Whenever things became complicated he often said fuck it and walked away. He didn't have the time nor the patience to deal with such things but with her there were obvious exceptions. Pulling her on stage had complicated things. The fact that she was betrothed to his brother complicated things. Everything about them was complicated, but damn was he willing to fight for...whatever this was. Even if that meant going behind Sheryl's back when he had made her a promise. Even if that meant his mum might find out and put his head on a pike in the entryway of her home. Even if that meant admitting that he didn't want, what was supposed to be a meaningless fling, to end.

Cat was the exception to the rules. And Van fucking lived for exceptions to the rules, even if it was his own rules. She was more than just some physical attraction to him. Mentally, physically, everything about her reeled him in. Like he was a big fucking tuna on a big fucking hook and she was skipping his ass right across the water without even trying. Without even trying. Merlin, how had this even happened? There were hundreds of girls fawning over a chance to be with him and Cat hadn't even had to try. Even something as ridiculously silly as calling him Vaniel was enough to make him melt into a puddle for her. That wench, what had she done to him!

"You like it?" He smiled, flicking his brow playfully. "I thought, maybe it was too cheesy? But then I remembered that you're pretty good with some cheese popcorn and I thought, meh, cheesy'll do." Van jested with a bright smile on his face. He could never be serious for too long, something he thought she could appreciate. He nodded his head toward the large patio couch that overlooked the city. "Come on, let's end your birthday right," Van smirked pulling her hand to follow him, "by getting tipsy and listening to music. Now, I've got two routes you can go. I've got a nice wine," he waggled his brows slightly, "or an even nicer tequila. Well, that's untrue. It's cheap tequila, but we all know cheap tequila is pretty nice."

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