The Rock Star Bachelor

1: Memories

Fate

„What do you mean I should go?" I ask incredulously.

My friend Olive gives me a look. "Live for once. I'm pretty sure you won't regret it. I would come with, but I have to work."

We are sitting on the couch in our living room in a small, but stylish flat in London. I have to thank my friend for that. She is an up-and-coming designer living her best life in the city while I'm a nurse. Don't get me wrong, I love what I do. I love that I have found my dream job is helping people but it's exhausting at times. My friend and I couldn't be more different but we compliment each other in the best ways.

I must laugh. "Oh yeah, I bet you would. But I don't think I'll go. You know –" I add with a smirk, "you don't go to an event you haven't been invited to."

"Says who?" she laughs. "YOLO, you know!"

I smile back. "Yeah" I draw out the word, "I'm surprised you haven't been invited. Since you're such a star now." I shoot her a wink.

She smiled. "Well, they don't have taste" she jokes, "but again, it doesn't mean you can't go" she wiggles her eyebrows.

I'm such an overthinker. I wish I wasn't, but I can't stop it at times. And the thought of going somewhere uninvited scared the living hell out of me.

I gulp. "I'll think about it."

My friend groans. "Don't think everything through. Just do something you want to do for once."

I look down at my clothes, a jeans and tee I threw on after getting out of my scrubs at the hospital. I only just got home from work.

"I don't even know what to wear."

My friend gets up takes my hand and pulls me up "Come on"

Him

I am standing in front of Roundhouse Theatre in Camden and I'm rubbing my hands against each other. It's cold for August and I'm freezing. I am wearing the prettiest dress, curtesy to Olive. We have gone to a second-hand shop where she had picked out a dark blue dress. She said it would match my eyes. She has cut it shorter and added Swarovski crystals to it. I love that it's stylish, yet not your typical ballerina gown and never want to take it off.

"Do you think we will actually get to talk to him?" A girl comes up next to me and I'm glad I'm distracted. She wears a lot of eyeliner, as well as black tights and a black short dress.

"I definitely hope so" I say with a smile. "And this location is really cool"

"Well, I've heard it's unlikely" she says disappointedly. "Apparently, we only see him for the show and that's it but yeah, it's a small venue so who knows. I don't even know why he's doing it. If he did a concert at Wembley, it would sell out within minutes".

"Yeah" I agree "I'm glad he still seems down to earth" I roll my eyes "even though he probably really isn't".

"Oh I bet he is –" she makes a crazy face.

I have to laugh "You think?"

Why is he playing here if he could sell so much more tickets elsewhere? Maybe he really is humble after all.

"Oh yeah" she nods furiously "I mean he can bang any girl he wants so..."

I shrug "Well lucky him, I guess" I laugh. "I'm not one to talk, I've never seen him before"

She looks at me as if I was out of this world "You've never seen him before?" she laughs "Girl he will knock you off your feet"

I laugh. "Well I don't typically swoon after guys I can never have anyway. What about you" I almost scream it because the crowd gets louder because cars start to pull up. "How many times have you seen him?"