"I will ruin you baby," he whispers digging his nails into my hips sending a chill cascading down my spine.
"Then ruin me Jude, ruin me till there's nothing left of me." I spoke softly, "make me feel something, make me feel anything, make me feel al...
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Venice wasn't at all what I expected it to be.
We arrived in the quaint, beautiful colorful city just after 13:00 the boys didn't have much time to rest because they had a performance exactly an hour later, this was by far one of the most crowded concert halls they've played in a while, there were over 700 people watching. I could tell that they loved their fans, u could tell that Jude loved his fans. He never wanted to disappoint them, he always wanted to look his best around them and never let them see him down.
Perhaps that was both a blessing and a curse.
After the performance, my ears were ringing from the screaming fans and I was tired of being made to do a lot of things I didn't want to. I always had to sit in the crowd amongst the fans, and at first, I wasn't going to make a big deal about it just because I didn't think much of it. But I felt like I was being pushed to the side, I wasn't allowed to take pictures with the boys after the concerts, and every time I asked why the label just said it's because 'I'm supposed to be an anonymous writer'.
