“Shall we get a place together, a flat? Just as friends? It makes sense as we’re in the band together doesn’t it?” he said. I could tell he was smiling on the other end of the phone. I could tell that he  was just as excited as I was at us both getting a flat together.It made sense, we were great friends, we were in a band together. We had the same sense of fun and mischief, spoke every day on the phone and looked out for each other.

“Ok” I said. “Lets starting looking for a two bedroomed flat!”

A couple of weeks later our lives had changed. Heath ‘s relationship had finished with his long term girlfriend of two years and my boyfriend had gone off to Uni.

Heath suggested he come over to my house, where I lived with my parents and younger brother, in a village in Kent, to keep each other company and to plan the move into a flat as soon as possible.

He arrived that evening and as I opened my front door we both held up a bottle of vodka. “Great minds think alike!” we both said laughing.

In he came, all 6 foot 2 inches of him. Dressed in true Rockabilly style….clothes from Kings Road and Camden Market, he looked every bit the ‘main man’ that everyone who knew him thought of him as.

We started drinking the vodka with orange juice (Yuk! How did we drink that?! Talk about ruining a very good drop of vodka!) We wrote songs, listened to music, talked, laughed, talk and laughed. The vodka was working as we became more and more carefree. We danced to “Love Shack” by the B52’s and were so merrily drunk we fell into a large picture of Marilyn Monroe which was on my bedroom wall and smashed it. We laughed and then collapsed on the bed laughing and singing our hearts out!

We woke up in the morning fully clothed and happy. I looked at him properly like it was the first time I had really seen him. (Such a cliche I know! But I suppose thats why there are cliches because they are so true!) His handsome face, his slim but muscular body and that jet black ‘Elvis Presley’ haircut. Always the romantic to a fault,I started to imagine what it would be like to be his girlfriend. Imagining sitting in the front of his car with him, all the girls being jealous because I was with Heath Murphy! Silly girlie things like that. Romanticising but knowing that it would never happen. I had too much to lose. Our great friendship and my position in the band…backing singers are replaceable right? Especially one who has a crush on the lead singer.

I’ll cut the next three days short. To spare you the boredom and also we spent most of it drunk so I cant remember it all. In a nutshell he asked me to sleep with him…

“No!”

Then again the next day….”Go on…we re friends, lets just see,see if we like it, if we don’t we’ll just carrying on being friends.”

“No!”

“Go on, please…I think it will be good.”

“No” (and stop looking at me like that and looking so bloody gorgeous)

Day three, after many knock backs from me, he took me for a drive in his car and spoke to me about his love of music and his love of art and his love of writing songs. I remembered he complimented me a lot.

We then went back to mine, sat amongst the broken glass, that hadn’t quite all been cleared up along with the slowly moulding vodka and orange juice. The most romantic scene. Then the most amazing thing happened……a beautiful sound…… he started to play ‘Blackbird’ by the Beatles on his guitar….I was smitten.

I gave in. I just had to.

One reason was because I just wanted to shut him up and another was I really had started to fancy him. I had, over the last three days, in our own bubble, got to know a different Heath. We had sex. He flicked his hair, which I grew to know, was his nervous sex flick. I found it incredibly sexy and endearing. What was I doing? I bet he buggered off and I’d have to leave the band and everyone would know why! Oh bugger! I still did it again though (what did I have to lose) and again and, I think, perhaps again. We fell asleep with my head on his chest.

Oh fuck…I’d fallen in love.