Page 114 of The Interview

My family have all headed into the house.

Daniel leaves, and the crew are packing up around us when Cam wraps me in his arms and smiles down at me.

“You are fucking amazing,” he says.

“I know. I mostly forget, but days like today remind me that I must be okay to have all of you lot on my side, putting up with my shit, loving me.”

“Can you not, just for once, accept that it’s not about us or anyone else? It’s you. Just you.”

“Oh do, fuck off,” I say, repeating Jimmie’s response to something from earlier today. So much has been said that I don’t remember what it was.

“Don’t swear, and you fuck off,” Cam replies.

“You just tell me to fuck off?” I raise my brows.

“Yeah, I did,” Cam says, and at the same time, our gate alarm goes off. “Who the fuck’s that now?” he asks no one in particular.

“No idea. Maybe they got sick of waiting for us, and the kids have ordered food.”

“Thanks, guys. See you Wednesday,” Jarrod, one of the crew, calls out and shuts the doors behind him.

Cam locks it, and we make our way into our house. When we exit the laundry room into the hallway, we see that our front doors are wide open.

“What the fuck?” Cam moves towards them.

I stay where I am, listening to the noise coming from the kitchen. Fontaines D.C’s “Starburster” is now playing, and I swear the volume has got louder. Probably thanks to Harry, because these are currently his favourite band. The volume has me worried about my parents and how they’ll be coping amongst the apparent chaos happening in our kitchen.

“You two all right?” I hear Cam call out and wonder who he’s talking to.

He pushes our double doors to, but doesn’t close them.

I raise my chin and shrug in a ‘what?’ gesture.

“Marley and Ash,” he says as he reaches me. “I don’t know if they’re out there arguing, fucking, doing lines, or what.”

“Knowing them, all three.”

“Fair point.”

We share a quick kiss and head towards the party that’s apparently started without us.

Two hours later, the Indian food we ordered has been consumed, loud music has continued to be played—my parents are currently jiving to Bobby Day’s “Rockin’ Robin”—and far too much alcohol is in my system. I feel like I’ve been awake for a hundred years, but it’s not even eight o’clock yet.

“Rockin’ Robin” ends, and my mum and dad finish showing the kids how it’s done as Rizzle Kicks’ “Down with the Trumpets”starts to play. Standing with my arse against our kitchen island, I watch as Cam and Lennon stand with their heads together, deep in conversation.

“What are they talking about?” I ask Jim as she dances her way towards me.

“Don’t laugh. It’s all a bit cute from what I could make out. Len’s telling Cam what a big part of this family he is and that he gets all of this must’ve been pretty fucking shit for him to have to sit through.”

“Aww.” I throw my arm over her shoulders and pull her into me. “Do you think I’m selfish for doing it?” I ask her.

“No. I totally get why you did it. Hopefully now, between this, the film, and the fly-on-the-wall show, it’ll shut a lot of people up, and a lot of the stories down,andraise lots of money along the way. I just wanna say, before I get too drunk and can’t, and you get too drunk and wanna fight me, you did so fucking well today. Not just today, but every day. Reliving it all… I don’t know how you survived.”

“I didn’t,” I tell her honestly. “The person I was before I lost Sean and Beau is a different person than I am today. That person, the Georgia I was, she didn’t survive. She died right along with my boys, and I had to become a new version of me to be able to move on with the rest of my life. I was only able to do that because of the help from all of you.”

“George…” she starts.

“No, look. I’m finally beginning to accept that I had to put a lot of work in myself, but I only survived everything I’ve been through because of Cam and all of you.”