Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(3)

“You are no fun,” he whispers. “I missed you.” He tucks some of my hair behind my ear. “Sleep next to me.”

I look from him to the door, hesitating. I would love to sleep next to him, but I know I shouldn’t. Naomi would come find me soon.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I say breathlessly.

“I know you’ll leave me soon. I would never take advantage of something so pure.” He cups my cheek. This time I lean into his touch. I know it’s the alcohol talking. It’s always the alcohol talking.

“You will see me tomorrow,” I reassure him.

He shakes his head again. “You won’t.” He pauses. “Please.” He looks up at me with those broken, sad eyes.

“Okay,” I whisper and he moves so I’m lying next to him and he lies behind, spooning me. I know this isn’t helping me. I know I should just walk away, but being in his arms, it’s a place I don’t ever want to leave.

I can enjoy this for a little while.

When I hear his breathing go steady, I know he has fallen asleep. I continue lying there for another few minutes before standing up. I face him and notice his hand moving like he is trying to find me. His face looks sad.

I close his curtains and leave, heading to my room to make sure it’s untouched, and it is. I head back downstairs and thoughts of Nate’s arms around me flash through my head.

How am I meant to get over my crush when he does things like this?

He does it when he’s drunk. It doesn’t count. My head mocks me. He will be sleeping with some girl tomorrow.

I walk to the living room where Naomi is putting empty bottles and rubbish in black trash bags. I’m even more tired now. I just want to tidy this place up and fall into a dreamless sleep.

“I’ll start with the kitchen.”

Naomi jumps, seeing me. “Girl, you need to wear a bell.” We both laugh. “How’s the band?”

“They are all in bed. Had to help Nate and my sister into theirs, though.”

“Bet you enjoyed helping Nate out.” She smirks at me. I throw an empty red cup at her. “So, was he all nice to you?”

I sigh and she shakes her head.

“That boy can be such a dick.”

“Alcohol makes him nicer.” I defend him.

“Still, though, it messes with you. You get more attached.” She walks over to me. “Just don’t think about it. I know you will be thinking constantly about whatever happened, but don’t.”

Easier said than done. “I’ll try.”

“I think we need some music on.” Naomi heads over to the music system.

“Naomi, you may wake everyone up.” I bite my lip.

“They are dead to the world. This place could be getting robbed and they wouldn’t wake up for shit.” She starts pressing some buttons. Naomi is a roadie for the band. I was so happy when the band hired her as we became close straight away.

She is very attractive with her shoulder-length black hair, tanned skin, curvaceous body. With the confidence in tow, it makes her even sexier. She says what’s on her mind and is so down to earth. I’m rocking back and forth on my feet, but I stop when “Tik Tok” by Kesha starts to play.

She knows me too well.

She starts singing and walks slowly toward me and after a minute the song consumes me and I sing along with her, cleaning up and dancing as we do. This song is so catchy that once it’s on you have to dance and sing.

Soon the cleaning goes to a halt as we stop to dance along to the song. We sing louder, jumping up and down, moving our hips, going with the flow. The song goes slower and we move our hips slowly until the chorus comes back on again and we sing with everything we have.

When the song ends it’s like we’ve had a boost of energy run through our veins. Katrina and the Waves’s “Sunshine” comes on next and we get back to cleaning up. With the song playing, it makes the job at hand less nasty.

I head to the kitchen, singing along as I put on some rubber gloves and get to work. This is what it was like for the next hour or so. Each song that was played filled us with enough energy to clean the entire downstairs. Putting the trash bags outside and spraying each room with air freshener, you wouldn’t think a party was held here.

Livin’ Joy’s “Dreamer” comes on. Naomi grabs my hand, spinning me around as we sing the words, knowing this is the last song of the night. Well, morning. I notice Rich and Gav have watched us as we worked, sang, and danced.

They know we love music. They’ve said multiple times how entertaining we are.

Naomi and I stand in front of them and we pretend to be singing to them like this is our performance and they are the crowd. I love music with every inch of my soul. I love music that makes you feel. Songs that make you want to sing, make you cry, ones that bring up precious memories.

When we sing the last words, I smile to Naomi and laugh when Rich and Gav clap to our little show. I look at the clock hanging on the wall and know I’m going to look like shit for the whole day.

“Come on, we better get some sleep,” I tell Naomi.

“Make sure you film it.” Gav winks at us.

“You wish.” Naomi chuckles.

“I do,” Gav says, blowing us both a kiss.

Grabbing her hand, I take us both upstairs until we are in my room. We both grab quick showers to get rid of some of the smell that has lingered on us. When we get under the sheets, I can feel my eyes getting heavy.