Chapter 3

Anabelle's POV

When we got to the venue I was given a VIP pass. He brought me over to talk to his photographer.

"Anabelle this is Kayla. Kayla this is Anabelle."

"CURRAN GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

"Gotta go! Be nice to each other!"

She started explaining to me what to do.

"Stay out of my way and you'll do great!"

That was a bit rude.

When the show started I went to where I had to go. At one point he sat on the stage with his feet over the edge. I sat down on the ground so I wasn't in anyone's way. He kept his eyes on me most of the time. At one point I thought he winked at me.

This is it.

This is what I want to do with my life.

After the show Curran asked to talk to me.

"Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun!"

"I could tell! I have to ask you two things."

"Okay. Go for it."

"How would you feel about going on tour with me?"

"Hell yeah! I wanna go!"

"Yay. Okay second thing. My manager told me I gotta date someone. Could you do a go on a few dates and or even fake a relationship with me?"

My jaw dropped.

"Is that a "yes"?"

"FUCK YEAH!"

"Once again. You are an actual lifesaver!"

Him and Kip drove me home. As soon as I got inside I told my parents and texts my friends. Within minutes the four of them were at my house. I opened the front door and they all screamed.

"Shut up! It's fucking midnight!"

They started helping me pack. In the morning I took a quick shower. I found myself humming some of Curran's songs.

"Nice song choice."

"AH!"

I turned around and saw Curran.

"How long have you been standing there?!"

"Long enough to hear you humming "Modern Love"."

Curran's POV

Her face turned bright red. She looked away.

"Your humming sounded nice. I wonder how you sound when you sing."

"I'm not a good singer. There's no way you'll hear me sing."

"I'll get you to sing."

"No you won't."

"Yes I will. I'll find a way."

I checked what time it was.

"We gotta go before the pilot yells at us."

"You have a pilot?"

"I have a jet. You didn't know that?"

We brought her bags to the car.

"I've never been on a plane before."

"You'll be okay."

As we got closer to the airport I could tell she was freaking out. On the jet something told me to sit next to her. At one point something else told me to hold her hand. When we landed I could tell she was relieved.

"See? That wasn't that bad."

Frank walked over to us.

"How close are you?"

"Uh not that close. We met yesterday."

"Well you're gonna get to know each other more. There's no extra rooms at the hotel. So you two are sharing a room."

Anabelle and I looked at each other. We brought our bags up to the room. I unlocked it then we went in.

"I'll sleep on the couch tonight."

"You don't have to. I know how uncomfortable couches can be."

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"It's fine. Plus don't we have to make everyone believe we're dating?"

"Yeah you're right."

That night I was freaking out.

I've never been in the same bed with a girl before.

I laid down before she did. When she laid down she grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her.

Her head is on my chest!

So is one of her hands!

What do I do?!

What is she doing now?

Did she just put her leg over mine?!

Why am I comfortable?!

"Sorry I'm probably overstepping. I'm just tryna play the part right."

"No."

I gulped.

"Y-you're fine."

She's playing with my necklace!

"I'm not tired yet."

"S-same."

"Can I tell you something? It's probably dark."

"I guess."

"A year after I found out about you I lost my grandfather. I started getting depressed. I've been pretty fucked up since then. Anything involving you got me through that. In other words you saved me. I'm sure you hear that all the time though."

"I do. I've seen and read shit too. Have you thought about doing that?"

"Once or twice. I almost did something too. I had a voice in my head telling me what to do. But I also had your voice in my head telling me what not to do."

"That I've never heard before."

"Hey can I do something?"

"Depends."

"Yes or no? It's nothing bad."

"Sure I guess. What is-"

She started kissing me.

Holy shit!

I started holding her. When she stopped I was shocked and upset.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I thought I went too far."

"I don't think so. You do know you're living every fan girl's dream right now right?"

"Yes. But technically I'm living MY dream. Is this weird for you?"

"Being with a fan? A bit yeah. Being in the same bed as a fan? Definitely. Having my first kiss with a fan? Not really. I felt...comfortable. I didn't want you to stop."

"We're probably going to have to do that in public you know this right?"

"I know. You're probably going to get shit too."

"I'm aware."

"Do you think you can handle that?"

"I'm not sure."

We started talking more and she said something that shocked me.

"Your aunt is Stephanie Deming?!"

"Mhm. You know her?"

"My mom loves her! She took me to one of her concerts when I was 4! I'm sure you've gone to a lot."

"I actually haven't. Yours was the first one I went to."

After we talked for a bit we ended up falling asleep.