AN: The final part! Please tell me what you think, and if you think I should continue writing fan fiction.

Thanks for everyone who has read and reviewed, I hope you're not disappointed with this part.

Xx

We walked up the stairs, his grip on my hand verging on painful, but I didn't dare mention anything.

I was too happy he was actually doing this.

Frankie was in the kitchen when we arrived at the door.

"Oh hiya love!"

She turned from her washing up, slipping the pink Marigolds from her hands.

Glancing at me, and then to our clasped hands, she plastered on a fake smile, saying "Hi John-Paul."

I could see in her eyes how uncomfortable she was with the situation.

"Hi." I smile weakly.

I can feel our hands shaking, and I'm not sure if it's me, him or both of us.

"Sit down, sit down."

Frankie ushers us into the living room and she sits on the sofa.

"Actually mum, I think it's better if I stand. I have something to tell you."

"You told me all about the transfer last night." Her face is a picture of confusion.

"Talking of last night," at this point she glares at me, "it would have been nice for you to call."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Craig's reply is sheepish, and I can't help the feeling of dread that washes over me. Is he ready for this?

"Erm, is Jack about? I want everyone to hear this. Jake and Steph and Darren, as well."

Oh god, Jake's going to be here. And Darren. I'm not sure if I can take the homophobic comments, and the death stares.

"They're all down stairs. I'll just go get them. I think the pub will be quiet just now, so it shouldn't be a problem."

He smiles at her retreating back and turns to face me.

"Are you ok?" I'm almost afraid of the answer I'm going to get.

"Yeah." He smiles, a gorgeous smile that lights up his face and leans in to kiss me. My head spins at the feather-light touch, and before long we forget where we are.

Or that we have company.

"Ooh, what have we here!" Darren's mocking voice is ringing on my ears, and I can see the annoyance on Craig's face.

But he doesn't tense or move away. He holds my hand tighter, and smiles.

"I think you can work it out for yourself Darren."

Craig's response shocks me. The confidence he now has in himself, and I can't believe I doubted him for a second.

Everyone else is now filing in to the small room, and I just manage to hold back a laugh as Steph announces her arrival with,

"This better be good, I was talking to Max, you know!"

Oh, believe me, it's good.

Craig turns to me one last time and smiles, looking straight in my eyes, and squeezes my hand, signalling that he's ready.

"Oh god! Not this again. You've only been back a day, and he's already got you wrapped round his little finger."

Jack is quickly silenced by a light slap on the head from Frankie and a disgusted look from Steph.

"Well, mum's probably already told you all that I'm moving back to England."

Everyone in the room nods, hanging onto his every word to see what little revelation he has in store for them all.

"Well, I told mum it was because I was having trouble concentrating on my studies, because I missed home. Well, that's partly the truth."

The room is filled with the sound of a scoff, obviously from Jake.

I glare at him, and all attention is returned to Craig.

"When I was in Dublin, I realised I still loved John Paul, and that…that," He takes a number of deep breaths, and he is visibly shaking. All I want to do is hold him and make everything alright.

"That I'm bi."

The silence in the room is deafening, and the shaking of the hand in mine never stops.

"Well, say something."

Even his voice is shaking.

"Well, to be honest son, we had kind of figured you weren't straight. And I'm sure I speak for everyone when I say I was sick of forever hearing you sayin' 'I'm not gay.'"

He smiles for the first time since they walked into the room, and it feels like I can breath again.

"I don't know why you're so nervous, Craig. I think it's sweet, you make a great couple." Steph's reaction wasn't exactly a shock.

"Ha! Well, I think it's disgusting. Two men together, it's sick, and…"

"Oh shut up Jake!"

I'm as surprised as everyone else in the room to hear that the interruption came from Frankie.

"I am so fed up of you bad mouthing them! He's your brother, for god's sake! And if you can't accept that he's in love with another man, then you can just get out now! GET OUT!"

One last disgusted scoff is all we hear of Jake Dean, and he's gone.

"Thanks mum."

Craig approaches his mum with small shy steps, and before he even reaches her she pulls him into a rib-cracking hug, and breaths in his ear, "Don't be so stupid."

I smile.

Amazed that Frankie has finally come to accept her son fully.

"And you mister," She turns her head to me, and I can't help but think that she's going to murder me.

But the look in her eyes, says nothing of the kind.

"Thank you."

I'm speechless, and even more so when she pulls me into a hug.

"Right, well I think we better leave these two alone." Jack's voice fills the air, and the rest of the Dean-Osbourne family depart the room.

I smile nervously before pulling him into a hug, and whispering in his ear, "I knew you could do it."

His chocolate eyes are burning with love, and the kiss I receive nearly sucks all the breath out of my lungs.

"I love you. So much. Maybe even too much."

He chuckles slightly at my last statement.

"You can never love Craig Dean too much. I'm just too amazing."

I laugh, and pull him into another kiss.

God, I hope the whole year continues like this!