Switching off the engine as he parked outside my house on Sunday morning, Noah got out of the car and swung my bag out of the backseat and over his shoulder, then headed to the front door without me needing to invite him in.

Alex and Charlotte were in the kitchen, cleaning away their breakfast things and looking like the picture of domestic bliss. I couldn't help wondering whether Noah was also as distracted by Charlotte's ass cheeks peeking out of the bottom of her boy shorts as I was, but a quick glance reassured me that he had barely registered. Or, he was at least doing a good job of hiding it.

"I'm so glad you're both here," she beamed, turning to face us while still drying a pan with a tea towel. "We're finalising plans and we wanted to ask whether you both fancied staying at the hotel with us the weekend of the wedding?"

They were to be married in less than two weeks, on April fourth, in a small registry office in Charlotte's hometown of Cambridge. Even though her parents wanted nothing to do with the wedding. She had always walked past the quaint, Victorian building on her way to school as a kid, and it had always been her dream venue rather than a church wedding.

"Yeah, sounds good," Noah answered for the both of us, flashing me a grin as my mind - and clearly his, too - flashed back to the hotel stay we'd just shared.

"Perfect," Charlotte smiled, "I'll book your room today. And it's a gift on us, for being the best wedding party members we could have wished for."

After we all hung out in the living room for an hour or so, Alex and Charlotte made their excuses and moved back to the kitchen table to finish planning.

"Oh by the way, Abs," Charlotte called on her way out.

"Yeah," I replied, knowing that tone in her voice all too well.

"Don't make plans next weekend, we're dress shopping."

"I thought you'd decided on your dress?" I asked, confused.

"For you, you donut," she laughed. "I can't have my maid of honour turning up in black tights and boots can I?"

Poking my tongue out at her, I moved over to curl up next to Noah on the sofa, placing my head on his lap before starting to scroll through options on Netflix.

"Something mind-numbing that doesn't require a lot of brain power..." I mumbled, searching for something we could both enjoy as his fingers gently twirled through my hair.

Eventually deciding on Stepbrothers, Noah sighed as I pressed play and shifted around to get comfortable.

"Not a fan of Will Ferrell?" I asked, looking up at him.

"No the film's fine," he smiled down at me, "It's just I'm getting a hard-on, the way you keep rolling your head around."

Laughing as I sat up and leant my head into his chest instead, I whispered, "We could always do something about that, you know?"

"Miss Wilson, who's the one that's insatiable now?" he chuckled gently. "Come on, let's watch this then I need to get going. We've got a meeting at the label tomorrow morning so I'm going to take Alex back with me tonight."

"You mean he doesn't live here now?" I teased.

"Making the most of still being around, I guess," he smiled faintly. He didn't need to go into any more details about the upcoming tour that was playing on everyone's mind. Not right then.

After the film had finished, Noah went to call Alex from the kitchen, then wandered off to use the bathroom while he waited. It all felt nice. Normal.

Waving them both off from the window, Charlotte and I were giggling like teenagers about how loved-up we were acting over our boyband boyfriends.

"So, have you two...?" she asked, laughing as we both flopped onto the sofa.

"Not quite," I smirked.

'But you've done other things?" she probed.

"Yeah, everything except for... the main event," I replied, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"You know he's the one though?" she continued, "You're sure you want it to be with Noah?"

"I think I love him, Char."

I hadn't meant to say it out loud, and Charlotte's face revealed that she certainly wasn't expecting to hear it.

"Even with his reputation?" she asked, pursing her lips into a tight line. "Alex told me how much he used to get around, always with gorgeous, rich types. Does he know about your dad's money?"

"He might have had a reputation before, but not now. He's changed," I snapped. "And he doesn't know about dad's money, but that wouldn't change anything, even if he did."

"I'm sorry," she muttered. "I just know how much you were fucked up by George and I want to make sure you know exactly what you're doing. You're my bestie, I need to look out for you," she added, smiling.

"I'm sorry I snapped," I replied, "I just feel like we've had such a rough start to this relationship, to this year in fact, that I just want to focus on the positives."

"Yeah, tell me about a shit start to the year..." she whispered.

"Oh fuck. I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to be all 'pity me'," I said, flustered by my own narcissism. "Have you had any news yet, about a trial or anything?"

"It's going to court in the next few weeks," she replied. "Hopefully not until after the wedding, but it means Alex might be on tour when it all goes ahead."

I gripped her hand tightly. "Well you know I will be there to hold your hand, every step of the way if you need me."

"I know, Abs," she replied, gently squeezing my palm as we both sat staring at the screen saver floating around on the TV screen.

"Anyway, back to you and Noah," she quipped, changing the subject, "Tell me everything."

"Fuck off!" I laughed, "I don't ask about yours and Alex's sex life."

"But this is juicy," she smirked, "And I'll need to tell Kris the details tomorrow, so you may as well start with the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

Swatting at her, I ignored her comment. "I'm going to take a shower," I laughed.

"Okay, fine," she called after me, "But tomorrow night we're having a dinner date, the three of us, and you can tell us all about your sexy guitar boy."

Shaking my head as I smiled to myself, I closed the bathroom door and stepped into the welcome stream of hot water. As I began to use all my own products in our small, tiled bathroom, it felt as though mine and Noah's night at the hotel had just been a scene from some Hollywood movie.

Maybe that's what life with him will be like in the future? I thought to myself, as I lathered another blob of bubblegum-scented shampoo into my scalp.

If the band really takes off, there's no reason why we couldn't end up living our life like some glamorous, A-list couple...

After a good half hour enjoying my daydream, I stepped out of the shower still feeling giddy at the fantasy life I'd imagined for my rockstar boyfriend and me.

Opening the door as the steam rushed out into the hallway, I nearly fell backwards at the sight of Charlotte and Kris looming just inches away - Charlotte holding a bottle of prosecco and three glasses in her hands, while Kris held a carrier bag full of snacks.

"I called an emergency meeting," Charlotte giggled.

"We need to know details. All the details..." Kris added with a cheeky smirk.

I swear those two could have been some kind of sitcom double act, the hot blonde and her gay best friend. But their enthusiasm for a juicy piece of gossip was infectious. As I changed into my pyjamas and headed out to join them in the living room, they had already poured the drinks and were waiting expectantly.

Leaving out the gorier details, I told them the whole story of me and Noah, from our first meeting to our first date - allowing them their fair share of teasing about the fact that there had been weeks of nakedness between us before we even officially 'went out' together.

I chose not to tell them about the songwriting session we'd shared, or the details of Noah's broken family. I decided against telling them about his history of dating older women, focusing instead on how 'experienced' a lover he was. They may have been my best friends, but some details just don't need to be shared.

As it grew late, Kris made his excuses about going home at such a time and waited for us to offer his usual spot on the couch instead.

"Wake me up early enough to get the first shower, yeah?" he called, as Charlotte and I both headed off to our rooms.

"Maybe I'm better off going in last actually, so the water goes cold," he added. "I'll probably need it after dreaming about Abi's hot blonde tonight!"

Before I closed my door, I threw a pillow from my bed at him with full force, hitting him square in the face and causing him to shriek with laughter.

"Sleep tight, my little rampant rabbit," he yelled, chuckling to himself as I closed my door and crashed into bed with a tired, but content, smile on my face.