Choose Your Battles

Chapter 4 ~ Is it really you?

It's been a year since I collapsed in the meadow. The album was finished and the first single was about to drop. Today was the day that we would return to the meadow for the cover shoot.

"You ok?" asked Tamra.

"Better than ever, hoe!"

Although I was wearing virtually nothing except a see through veil type of thing, I was better than ever! My week was packed, from the Roar promos, to the music video, to tour planning. Everything was just fine, for the first time in my life.
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John POV-

That girl still lingered in my mind. Her cute little laugh and how she wrinkled her tiny little button nose. I just couldn't remember where I had met her before for the life of me. I knew I saw her in magazines before, but she wasn't there anymore. It was like she dropped off the face of the Earth. What happened?
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Katy POV-

The bass rattled my feet as the music played. I walked around the club searching for David. Last time I saw him he was flirting it up with a girl. He probably already got to the car, if you know what I mean.

My hair whipped around my head as I turned when I felt a tiny poke on my spine. It was like the room dropped to zero degrees, then shot right back up to one hundred. We locked eyes again for the second time in about a year.

"Is it really you?"

"Yes..." my voice seemed to have failed me.

I for some reason missed this guy. Although we've only had one conversation. His voice was just so soothing. Plus, I've had a creepy crush on him since... well forever. I mean he is JOHN MAYER!

I caught him looking me up and down. I blushed a little.

John motherfucking Mayer was checking me, Katy Perry, out!

The floor rattled and caused people to move towards me. I just kept eye-contact with John. Not moving, just staring.

The lights moved with the beat and glided across his face. Exaggerating his facial expression: Pure astonishment. It looked as though he had just found the treasure he had been looking for all of his life.

It was like we were Legendary Lovers. Like we were meant for each other. Built for the other.

After minutes of staring he leaned in. Not for a kiss. Just to say something.

"I've been looking for you."

I didn't know what to say.

"We parted ways before I could even holla at you!" he chuckled.

Oh sweet Jesus, this man would be the death of me.

He grabbed hold of my wrist and brought me to the dance floor. I don't know if it was him, but it reeked like alcohol.

He grabbed me tightly by the waist during the third song. He whispered quietly in my ear, "are you okay?"

His voice sent chills through my body and I think he took advantage of that. He held me closer. I was surely falling for John.

His hands explored my upper body. Just like I explored his. Our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, like a fingerprint.

I wrapped my arms around him and just sat there. Even though we've only met once, it felt like I've known him all my life. He grabbed my hand and brought me to the corner of the club. I looked deeply into his eyes. He was mysterious yet gentle.

His hand caressed my cheek and I knew that I was falling steadily into love. He sensed it too. He pulled me into a hug.

"We've only met once, but I feel like I've met you many times before and I..."

"OH MY GOD! ITS YOU!"

It all came back. That magical night. He was the man. The father of my unborn child.

Tears streamed down my face. My breathing was heavy and he just looked at me with confusion.

"What's wrong? What did I say?"

"You were Wesley's father. You had a child. I had a miscarriage with you."

"Wait. What."

His face dropped and it showed complete sorrow. He was at a loss for words. It was then that I realized the stench of alcohol was him. Who am I to judge, he could've had a rough day.

He held me as tears left his eyes and I calmed down. John leaned down, looked directly at me and said, "I won't ever leave you to hurt on your own again."

John sealed the promise with the most passionate kiss I've ever had.