The next day was a bustle of makeup artists, endless amounts of hairspray and multiple coffee breaks. I sit on the bed and buckle my nude heels when I hear a knock on the door. "Give me a second!" I call out, already knowing who it would be. I make my way to the door and open it, revealing an excited looking Taron in the blue shirt and floral tie that I had admired in his bedroom last week. However. The shirt and tie were accompanied by dark trousers and a black suit jacket. He looked hot. My mind instantly raced back to the thoughts I had when I was caressing the soft fabrics of the shirt and I had to shake my head to get rid of them. Not tonight y/n. Not tonight.
"Hey" I say and I watch his eyes move up and down my body, taking in every part of my curves. "Wow. I didn't think you could look any better than you did last night, I was VERY wrong" he says, running a hand through his hair as I stood to the side, allowing him to enter the room. "You look gorgeous" he says, sitting on the edge of the bed. I grabbed my clutch and took one final look in the mirror as I applied my deep red lipstick. I could feel Taron's eyes on me once again as I turn to face him, putting the lid back on the lipstick. "Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself" I replied. "You ready?" I ask and he stood up. "Oh I'm ready! The question is are you ready?" He smirked. "I guess so" I say as I look to the ground, feeling the nerves once again creeping up on me. He grabs my arm to steady me and pulls me into a hug. I install feel calm at his touch. "Y/n, it will be ok. I've got you ok?" He says, pulling away and looking into my eyes. I smile and nod my head. "Let's go then" he says, reassuringly holding out a hand for me to take. I place my hand in his and we make our way to the car.
As we step out of the car I am instantly blinded by dozens of cameras flashing in our direction. I don't know how he deals with this all of the time. I take a deep breath and look down, his hand is still tightly intertwined with mine. Afraid that people will get the wrong idea and start to speculate a relationship, I drop my hand from his tight grasp, to which he flashes me a confused and concerned look. I nod my head in the direction of the cameras and he instantly understands. "Did you want to be with me for some photos or did you want to meet me inside?" He asks and I think for a moment. Was I really ready for the spotlight? After all, I'm just a shy girl from Wales. Fuck it. "I'll come with you".
His face changes to a look of shock. He definitely wasn't expecting that answer. "Come on then, love" he says, ushering me towards the red carpet. The cameras begin flashing rapidly and multiple people start calling out his name and tell him to "look over here". We make our way onto the carpet and start posing for photos. Surprisingly, he removes his hand from my waist after the photographers are able to take a few snaps and takes his hand in mine, giving it a light squeeze. I am instantly taken back by his action, but my smile grows wider at the fact that even though he is essentially working, he still takes the time to make sure I am ok and to reassure me that everything is going to be fine, and he is not leaving my side anytime soon. Did he really have to take my hand in front of so many cameras though?!
"Y/n, I've been asked to do some interviews, so if you follow Lindy I will meet you guys inside in a little bit" he says as he pulls me to one side of the red carpet, away from the full exposure of the cameras. I nod my head and make my way to Lindy, turning my head back to see Taron make his way to begin his first interview.
The evening was filled with many drinks, conversations and laughter. To my surprise, my anxiety had been keeping a low profile, and I had been able to make small conversation with the various celebrities around me. I had been on my own or with Lindy for a while as Taron was mingling with the other actors in his movie, but he kept glancing over at me, making sure that I was ok. I flash him multiple smiles throughout the night when I notice him looking over at me, which he happily returns with his own smile, and an occasional wink, before one time, instead of winking, he ushers me to join the large group he is part of. I take a deep breath and make my way over to the crowd of people.
"Everyone, this is my best friend y/n", Taron exclaims, as he puts his hand on my lower back, bringing me closer into the circle of people. I smile and raise my hand to give a quick wave and I am then suddenly involved in a conversation with a bunch of celebrities. How did I end up here?! After some time, I feel Taron's hand on me making small movements, as if he was trying to get my attention. It was late and we had all drunk too much; the world was very disorientated and we could hardly hear each other over the endless conversations and bustling bodies around us. I look at Taron and he gestures his head towards the door. "Want to get some air?" He asks and I nod my head.
We both stumble out of the door after saying our goodbyes, but instead of the main door, Taron leads me through another door and up a flight of stairs (a task that proves more difficult when drowned in alcohol and wearing 5 inch heels). I hold onto his arm as he pulls me up the seemingly never ending stairs until we make our way to the top. He pushes the door open to reveal a rooftop seating area. "Taron, how did you know this was here?!" I say. "I have my ways" he winks, and we make our way to the seating area, cosying up to him when we both sit down.
It was a very beautiful, scenic area filled with fairy lights and white drapes around the wooden pergolas. I stare at the lights, taking in each one as if they were little stars. I smile to myself as Taron's grip around my waist gets tighter. "Tonight wasn't what I expected. It was so great" I say, breaking the silence between the two of us. I look up and he nods his head. "You know I'm so proud of you y/n" he replies and your smile grows wider. "You are?". He smiles down at me and the butterflies in my stomach become wild. I didn't know where my feelings stood with Taron, he was my best friend after all, but something always felt different with him. Like I could imagine us being together.
"You faced your fear, and it turned out good! You were so brave" he continues, not breaking eye contact with me. I look down and blush slightly. I feel hun slowly raise his arm from around my waist, bringing it in front of both of our bodies and placing his index finger and thumb on my chin, bringing my eyes back up to meet his.
The butterflies only continue to grow and move faster within my stomach as his hand moves up from my chin and to my temple, moving a strand of hair being my ear. I knew what was going to happen. I was a massive watcher of romance movies and had seen this scene play out time and time again. As much as I dreamed of this happening to me, I never thought Taron would be the one it would be with. He was going to kiss me. Was I going to stop it? Should I let him kiss me?
Thousands of thoughts run through my mind as he brings his head closer to mine, so both of our foreheads are touching. Our breaths become heavy, the tension in the air lingers with suspense. This was really going to happen. He moves forward and places a light kiss on my lips. He pulls away slightly, searching for a reaction from me. Without hesitation, his lips find mine again, moving his hands round to cup my face.
I break the kiss however when the thoughts run through my head again. Y/n he is your best friend! You are going to ruin everything and lose him forever!!!
Tarons breathing was still heavy, and he instantly knows he had done something he probably shouldn't have. "Y/n" he starts, and before he can say any more, I stand and begin to walk away from him. "Y/n" he calls out again, grabbing my wrist before I am able to get away. "Y/n please talk to me" he says, and I turn around, leaving him standing alone.
This shouldn't have happened.
