You were standing in your bedroom. It was late at night and the windows were wide open, letting the warm night air fill the room and calm your swirling thoughts.

James was lying in your bed in a pair of black Hugo Boss boxers, head propped up on his fist as he watched you intently, his heart aching at the sight of you being so upset.

He was really worried about you. He knew the news you had just received wasn’t what you were expecting but he was prepared to be there for you as much as he could.

“Babe…” The deep Middlesbrough accent broke the silence.