731 days I’ve been with Jake, and for those 731 days he’s made me the happiest girl in the world.
On February 4th 2016 I received a Twitter DM, which was unusual; I never got messages on Twitter.
That’s where it all began.
Jake had liked my tweets for weeks and I hadn’t even realised… I hadn’t even followed him back? How had I not noticed this drop dead gorge lad in my notifications? I clicked his profile and saw he was from Stoke… how had I never seen him?
I asked if I could interview his band for my blog… it would be the perfect excuse to see him and spend some time with him.
We followed each other on Instagram and exchanged numbers. Jake made a comment about my long legs – I later found out that he was concerned I was going to be really tall, and if I had of been, he would have run a mile. Thankfully, I’m only 5’5”, so I’m plenty small enough for him.
Less than 2 weeks later (13 Feb) I was taking photos of London-based band Sisteray at The Sugarmill. We were in the dressing room and I’d just finished filming an interview with them when their manager asked if I’d like to put anyone on the guest list. I text Jake and he said he’d come.
I was busy taking photos and at the exact moment Jake walked through the door, I turned around. I quickly got back to taking photos, pretending I’d not seen him so I didn’t seem too keen even though could feel my heart in my mouth and the hairs on my neck tingling. A few minutes later he was stood with a few of his mates a couple meters back. I was later told he’d turned round to his mate and said ‘she’s mine.’
I walked over attempting to act as cool as possible and said, ‘erm, thanks for getting me in on the guest list, Beth’. We had a giggle and he introduced me to a few mates. There was an instant connection and it’s like nothing I could ever describe. We both just knew we were meant to be together.
Whilst watching one of the bands, we kissed – it wasn’t your typical ‘night out drunken kiss with someone you’ve never met’, it was different. He was different.
After the gig, mum picked me up and took me to Congleton where I was meeting friends. Jake turned up in the pub, alone. He’d scrounged a lift off a mate to meet a girl he’d never met until that night, 10 miles away from home. We had a fun night, drinking and dancing together; I could be myself around him and he brought out the best in me.
At the end of the night, the girls and I got a taxi home, but Jake had no transport and no money. He’d planned to stay at mine, sneaking out in the morning. Poor bastard didn’t realise my mum can smell a boy a mile off and there was no chance I’d be sneaking one into the house. I left him at the taxi rank and he finally got a driver to agree to take him home… they charged him £38. £38 for a taxi just because you wanted to see a girl. You’ve either got to be madly in love, or very bloody daft.
Another 2 weeks later, I told my parents about Jake, and they asked to meet him. He caught the bus to my house on March 12 and we sat on the sofa waiting for my mum and dad to finish off tiling the bathroom.
That day was a shit storm, but it showed how much Jake cared about me – anyone else would have ran for the hills.
Our house can be a bit of a mad house. My sister was there with my 14-month-old niece, mum and dad were decorating, my mum’s brother turned up for a chat and my brother came back from Kenya in his army kit and his cockatiel in hand – all in the space of half an hour. Then, my dad’s brother came round. Mum came downstairs and apologised to Jake for the chaos; she was stumbling over her words. ‘Beth, don’t get upset.’ I was so confused and Mum was really struggling to get her words out. ‘Your cousin has cancer.’
It took me a while to figure out what was going on before bursting into tears. My little 16-year-old cousin had leukaemia.
Jake was my rock through it all, and has proved to be my rock through every situation and I can’t thank him enough. It hadn’t been long since one of my best friends had passed away of a sudden cardiac arrest, and I wasn’t in the most stable mental state and was suffering with my mental health. Jake didn’t have it so easy either. One evening in February he phoned me in such a distressed state. His aunty had been hospitalised and she wasn’t going to make it. A girl he’d known less than a month was his first port of call for comfort and I’m glad I could be there for him, even if it was under unfortunate circumstances. Jake came into my life when I needed him most, and he needed me too; I can’t help but think it was fate.
Fast forward two years and here we are. I’ve been wined, dined and treated like a princess. I’ll spare you more mush and save it for his card, but here are some of my favourite photos and memories with my best friend and boyfriend.