Behind the Mask: A Rockstar Romance(48)

“I know. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” I touch my cheek and it feels hot. I can’t believe I got slapped.

“Tegan is right, don’t let them get to you.”

I’m way in over my head here.

“I just want to get back to the bus.” Is all I say. Nate is looking at me with a fallen expression. It’s not his fault, but I’m too upset to comfort him right now.

When we get to the bus I head to the bathroom. After having a quick shower, I’m heading to my bunk when I feel my hand being pulled and I see Nate looking at me. “Can you sleep next to me?”

I’m about to decline, just wanting to sleep.

“Just to sleep. I just want you there. Please.”

I haven’t got the energy to say no.

“Okay.”

He guides me into his room, pulling the sheets back. I climb in and soon he spoons me, his arms around me. It’s weird thinking it was only just a couple of weeks ago when we were like this, when he asked me to sleep next to him back at home, and yet it feels like a lifetime ago.

“I am so sorry, Blair.”

“It’s not your fault. If it’s anyone’s, it is mine. We should have just gone to the designated club. At least there we would have been safe. I knew your life is crazy, I live with it every day, but actually being in it…” I shake my head.

“It was a fun night until the end.”

I giggle. “Yeah, because you got to taste me,” I tease and he pulls me closer to him.

“Talk more like that and neither one of us will be getting any sleep tonight.”

“I’m sorry. I am so drained now. I know I’m going to have another hangover from hell tomorrow. How do you do it? If I drink one more time, I’m going to die.” I feel his breath on my neck, him cuddling more into me.

“You get used to it. It’s the joys of being a rock star.”

I feel him stroke my hair before sleep finally takes over.





In the next week, Nate and I started hanging out when we weren’t rehearsing or doing a show. We were glued to each other’s side. Nate and I were all over social media exiting the girls’ toilets and seeing my tussled-up hair and smeared lipstick, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what we were doing.

Even though it didn’t lead to sex.

With the band’s name spreading around, Jeffery asked for more, so when at clubs I would be seen sitting on Nate’s lap, having private conversations in darkened corners. The more we did this, the more I started to really like it.

There was also a video of me being slapped. It’s the comments that I had to stop reading. There were people out there congratulating the girl for doing it, saying I deserve it for messing with Nate’s head and there are those who have stuck up for me saying I didn’t deserve it and what happens between me and Nate is up to us.

When it came to the crazy fans, that was something I didn’t enjoy. I would get girls yelling at me to stay away from him when entering or exiting places. They were everywhere. Nate always kept me to his side, but it wasn’t nice to hear.

I have also started sleeping next to Nate in his room, but apart from kissing it hasn’t gone any further. I have told him I want to take things slower. I know I am leading Nate on as I am still going to leave soon. But I want to cherish each minute with him.

Because in the next few days I will be gone.

This is his life, not mine.

I have always dreamed of Nate being like this with me, always having excuses to touch me, to be near me, and I want to live in the moment while I can.

Yes, I’m being a bitch. I should tell him I’m leaving, but I know he will stop me.

Lying on Nate’s bed, we are watching the new version of Dirty Dancing. I sing along to the songs, feeling Nate watching me every now and then. I keep hitting his arm to stop it, but he doesn’t. He watches me like I’m fascinating, but I’m anything but. I love seeing this playful side to him. He treats me like I’m the most precious thing to him.

“Do you know every song in the world?” he asks me while “Hairspray” starts to play.

“Only the good songs,” I tell him before continuing to sing. “Zac Efron is so hot,” I say. Soon I’m being pinned on the bed, Nate looking down at me.

“You better take that back. I know Zac and if I know my girl is crushing on him I will have to do something about it.”

I know he’s joking, but it’s hearing him say I’m his girl that hits me.

“I’m your girl?” I say, and he smiles warmly at me.

“I guess you are.” He kisses my lips gently.

“So, I have to tell Zac Efron he has no chance with me then?” I continue to tease.

“I will tell that pretty fucker that you are mine and he will need to back the fuck off.” He presses his erection against me. “If anyone is getting near you, it’s me. Everything about you is mine.”

“Don’t I have a say?”

“I made the choice for you.” He goes on his arms, hovering over me before his lips go on mine. He kisses me gently, slowly. “I love kissing you.” He kisses me again.

“You are okay, I guess.” He grabs hold of my wrists, pinning them above my head, and starts grinding himself against me, causing me to groan.