The moment I realise it, everyone was staring at me. Frozen in place, I became blinded by all the flashing lights, left and right, they just wouldn't stop. Then it came to me, one last phone call wouldn't hurt right?
So I dialed the number. I let it ring. Once. Twice. And even a third time.
"The number you have dialled is currently unavailable. Please try again."
There was no use in trying again. We both knew our places. Though if I'm correct, he wasn't holding his phone but her. Looking down I took in one last breath, closing my eyes I slowly leaned forward, finally accepting that this was it for me. Not even all the voice from below was going to stop me from falling, except his did.
His voice echoed in my ears, how was this possible when he wasn't even here? Then it occurred to me, my waist was tightly wrapped between two arms and a head against my back. Without turning
"How are you even here?" How could I not have heard him coming from behind? Was I completely consumed by the thoughts and yellings of the crowd below to not know his presence?
"Do you think I would let you do this?" He spoke squeezing me tighter "and I'm not going to answer that question" he continued.
Tears began to race down, even with my lids closed, somehow they managed to find an exit. Lifting me off the platform he turned me around to face him. His hands still around my waist. I refused to look him in the face. Not like this. I am like this however because of him.
"Leave me alone!" I cried "Why'd you even come here?"
"Your call would say otherwise that you wanted to be alone." I decided to look at him and raised my eyebrows. So he had his phone but didn't pick up!
"The one you didn't even pick up!" I yelled
"I can explain," placing his hands on my shoulder "but can I do that when we're on the ground, please" he continued almost stuttering this time. I almost forgot he has a fear of heights, being up here would normally cause him to freak.
"Fine!" Folding my arms I gave in. I need his presence even if it was for a little while before reality would hit me back 10x stronger than before. Pulling me into an embrace I cried into his shirt, soaking it almost completely.
"Let's get you down." What caught me of guard was when he decided to carry me bridal style.
"Put me down!" I started to punch at his arms and his back. Shaking his head multiple times I decided to stop and give into his actions.
"I'm scared that if I let you go, you will actually go and I'm not losing you not again." Just like that I became silent throughout the trip downstairs and he smirked as if he knew he won. Jerk
Just as we reached the the ground, he set me down and took off his jacket.
"What are you doing?" I asked giving him the look as he made movements towards me, placing his jacket on my shoulder. Gesturing me to wear it.
"Paparazzi." And just like that I snapped again.
This man is a celebrity, I'm a nobody. Scandal.
"But the've already taken photos of me from below."
"With your hair all in your face they won't recognize you." He said casually sweeping my tangled mane away. "This way they can."
"Then bring them back!" In an attempt of bringing the jungle back to life I swatted his hands to no avail.
"No, I like seeing your face. Even when your upset." I would say I'm lying if that didn't just cause butterflies in my empty stomach.
"Shut up!" And he laughed "what about you?"
"It doesn't matter, it will end with you." I didn't know what to say to that, struck with shock I was speechless.
"Only you." He barely whispered that last bit as he took a pair of glasses from his back pocket out, along with two masks, handing me the other one.
"Wear it." I obeyed. Following him out into the open I took his hand as he opened the door and stepped outside. Soon enough thoughts began to swirl around my head.
How was this going to end with me? Why is he choosing me? I'm only going to ruin his life. Think I already did the moment we knew each other... If only that day didn't happen. Then maybe our lives wouldn't have been so complicated like they are now.
"Hey. What's on your mind?" Just as any more ideas could be processed his voice alone broke my train of thought. Swatting his hand in front of my face I broke a slight smile letting him know not to worry.
"It's nothing."
"I know what's nothing and that's not nothing. So you better tell me."
"Or what?" I rebuttal and suddenly he goes quiet. Looking in his direction I see why, causing me to squeeze his hand out of fear.
"Don't worry." Sliding his arm around my shoulder he pulls me closer and decide to make a left onto the darker side of the main road.
It didn't help though as we hear footsteps behind us that continue to quicken the further we walk. My instincts tell me to run but he holds a firm grip on me. Whispering in my ear.
"Act normal." What's normal?
Soon enough the footsteps become louder than before and a single
"Excuse me" injected an intense surge of adrenaline to run down my veins. I should have known this wouldn't be an easy escape. They saw me get down. It isn't hard to be curious about my whereabouts. I was even surprised that there was no one outside when we exited.
"Excuse me?" It spoke again, this time I registered it to be female. There was two of them as I heard them whisper between each other while we continued to walk. Our pace a little quicker than before.
"Just leave it"
"I have to know."
"Know what? What would he be doing here?" Plus this is a couple he is one person not two. Just leave this couple alone Anna."
"I'll go by myself then"
Are they his fans? I'm screwed aren't I? If anyone knew about me, then he's just as screwed.
"I'm sorry." I whispered
"Sorry?"
"I put you in this position" He tighten his grip on my shoulder, pulling me even closer than before.
"I'm the one that's sorry."
