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2 6 France

"Why are you both all soaking wet?" Damiano bluntly asks Ethan and I, we both make eye contact and try to come up with an excuse without saying that we had just made out in the rain.

I stay silent, looking over at Ethan hoping that he would say something. Our brief awkwardness is thankfully interrupted by the photographer for our band, Zoe.

"Hey guys, great concert" she congratulates us, she has long light red or strawberry blonde hair and freckles covering her face. Probably one of the nicest people I have met in a while, and she takes great photos.

"Aw thanks Zoe!" Victoria says as she walks up beside her to look at the photos that she had taken. Zoe looks back up at Ethan and I with a questionable look of amusement on her face "why are you guys wet?" She giggles.

"Oh we erm-" Ethan starts. "We had to go back to the trailer to get a bottle of water, we got soaked in the way" I lie, Ethan looks at me with a smirk from my response.

"Oh well we do have bottles here" Zoe says pointing to the cooler filled with bottles of water and other beverages. "Oh" I laugh sheepishly "I guess I didn't see them"

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About 10:30 now I stand in the kitchen craving a late snack, my feet cold in the floor as I stand over the sink washing strawberries in a Rolling Stones tee shirt and shorts.

Drying off the strawberries I pick up a knife and start to cut them in to small pieces, I don't even realize Ethan standing behind me.

"Hey Em" his voice rasps from behind me, I jump from the startle as the strawberries fall and let out a shriek. Accidentally creating a sharp pain to arise when I swipe the knife across my hand.

"Wow sorry" He chuckles before noticing my hand "you're bleeding"

"No shit!" I say through clenched teeth, blood drips down my hand to my wrist leaving a bright red trail. "Here let me help" he reaches over and grabs my wounded hand, turning on the sink he looks to me before running my hand under the water.

I flinch at the sting the water gives, now that all the blood was washed off I can see the decently sized cut on my palm. Now starting to bleed again he walks while still gripping my hand.

Pulling me towards the living room of the penthouse he sits me down on the couch before walking to the bathroom to gather medical supplies. 

I sit on the couch trying not to get blood on the lovely couch, brushing my brunette hair out of the way with my free hand I glance towards Ethan who is now heading towards me with supplies in his hands.

"Okay" He says to me while taking a seat beside me, reaching over he takes out a cotton pad and rubbing alcohol and pouring it on to the pad. "This is gonna sting like fuck" he states, I nod before he starts to dab it on my cut.

I shuck in a sharp breath and tightly shut my eyes, trying not to move as the alcohol pierced through my cut. I feel a small touch on my thought as Ethan cleans up the blood, realizing that he is tracing small circles on my thigh to calm me down.

Now reaching for a bandage he starts to wrap it around me hand, I watch him as he works so delicately with me. His eyebrows furrowed and eyes looking focused as he wraps my hand, his hair pooling around his face he finishes trying me up.

"There" he whispers. I look at my freshly bandaged hand and then back up at him "thanks Ethan" I say sincerely. He nods before standing back up and heading towards the kitchen to clean up the mess.

I silently get up and head towards my room, now tired I stop at my doorway. For some reason it doesn't feel right, I feel like I need to head to a different room to sleep. So I do the sensible thing and walk over to Ethan's room.

Stepping in I crawl slowly in to his bed, curling up in the black duvet, my eyes start to feel heavy before I notice a figure walking in to the room.

"Decided to sleep with me huh?" I can hear Ethan's smile through his voice, I hum in response clearly too tired to answer. I feel the bed dip down as he climbs in to it, he lays down beside me and wraps his arms around my body.

I nuzzle my head in to the crook of his neck, he smells so good.

My heavy eyelids quickly close as I fall asleep in his grasp.

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Awaking early to the alarm on my phone going off, I quickly rush to shut it off before realizing that Ethan wasn't in bed next to me anymore. Furrowing my brows I scan the room looking for him, it doesn't last long before I see him stride out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

I try not to stare for too long before looking away blushing, his image of carved muscles and v line burned in to my brain. "Take a picture" He chuckles from across the room.

"I'm good" I laugh before standing up and grabbing a change of clothes "our manager is gonna freak if we're late come on Ethan"

I bring my clothes to the bathroom and make a circle in the fogged up mirror from Ethan's shower, quickly brushing my straightened hair and pulling on a white summer dress and trying my straightened hair in a black and white bandana.

Finally we are actually going somewhere I was used to, today is our first time heading to France for the tour. Damiano has been keeping in touch with Thomas lately to check on him and find out when he was coming back.

So far he has been with his father helping him recover which means that I would have to leave tour soon. I sigh and finish up slipping my sneakers on before hearing Ethan's voice from downstairs.

"oh come on Émeline we don't have all day" He chuckles "chop chop we're going to France!"