She's With The Band

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Hi guys!

We're six chapters away from the end of the story :(

Thank you to everyone who's read it, I appreciate it so much and am so thankful <3

Enjoy this one, it's been a long time coming...

Nate's Point of View:

It's been a few days since the whole heist thing, and I haven't felt this relieved in a long time.

That small ass fucking painting was transported to Alessandro and since he made an agreement with us, Brendan does not have to kill Brady.

At the end of the day, I put an immense amount of pressure on the guys, Aubrey, and myself, all because I couldn't stand to see my enemy/frenemy get killed. I quite frankly risked it all to save a guy who I used to love but also loathe at the same exact time.

I need to see a therapist.

I also am unsure of what's going to be happening to Brady, Alec, Dennis, and Andrew. I honestly don't remember if Brady told me what was going to happen, but truthfully I don't even care. His life was more important to me than anything else at that moment. However, I would've absolutely loved to have been with all of them when they realized they had the fake painting. God the replica looked so fucking good, I probably wouldn't have even been able to tell that it was fake.

A weight off of my shoulders for a day or two, only for Alessandro to assign us some new bullshit quest, a few days later.

We'll see whatever that's going to be.

I opened the door to the room in the suite that Aubrey and I were sharing. Paris is so beautiful, and I love seeing her here in Paris because I can tell just how happy she is. Her smile beams like no other time I've ever seen it when we've walked in the streets, hand in hand. Or when I've kissed her on the sidewalk, the Eiffel Tower in the background.

Oh, and there's that.

The headlines about Aubrey and I have gone absolutely berserk. I know we've been papped together a bunch of times, and I'm literally always with her, but recently, they've gotten worse. It's being speculated on every stupid gossip website, every magazine, and I mean just literally everywhere there's a headline of her and I.

While I like to keep my love life private, I don't want her to think I'm trying to hide her or anything which is one of the reasons why I asked her to be my girlfriend- okay wait maybe that sounds fucked, but just- let me rephrase it.

I asked her to be my girlfriend because I love her. Yes, I love her, and yes I'm in love with her. And yes, I've been in love with her ever since I first saw her.

However, I also asked her to be my girlfriend because I knew if I didn't she'd start to speculate as to why not. Why I didn't ask her. I was going to ask her eventually, I swear, it's just that I was going to do it when I didn't have Alessandro breathing down my neck. I was going to wait until the guys and I had squeezed our way out of the mafia.

At this rate, I don't even know if that day's going to come.

When I opened the door, it revealed the large room with big windows, letting loads of sunlight in. Instantly my entire body felt warm from the heat, which I loved. There were large ruffled cream-colored curtains pulled back with gold clips. The floor was a pink shade of marble and there were old frames in certain places on the walls, filled with vintage pictures.

I felt like my presence might just get the room even a tad dirty.

The bed was massive as well. It was a little bigger than a California King size bed with a massive white headboard. Everything was so detailed, I can't even explain it all that well. There were multiple light pink and baby blue pillows, white sheets, and ruffles. All I wanted to do was walk over there and do a massive belly flop onto the bed. It looked so comfortable.