Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 87

Landon pov (3 months time skip)

"Is he actually calling you again?" She groaned as my phone went off for the twelfth time since we got here.

"Liza, I'm his best friend and you're his girlfriend. You haven't seen him for two weeks and every single time I see him, he asks me what you're doing and why you aren't returning his calls." I can see the look of guilt crawl over her face as my phone rings out again.

I know she hasn't intended on ignoring him or leaving him in the dark, but she has been so focused on getting this surprise ready for him that she's been doing it for the past two, nearly three weeks. They have barely spent any time together since New Years.

"Okay. This is only gonna take a couple hours and then it's done. If I'm doing it by myself it might take a little longer but hopefully it'll be finished today. Call him back and tell him you're gonna go over and keep him company and tell him that I'll explain everything when I go over there tonight and that I'm really sorry." She instructed, tying her hair up and out of her face.

"Are you sure? I'm certain it'll be quicker if we both work on it." I pointed out.

"And risk him coming here and ruining all the work we've tried so hard to keep a secret? We've already had to move locations once because you thought it'd be a good idea to do it at DTA. I'm so close to getting this done and I just need you to keep him distracted for a couple hours. Look, he's calling again. Just go." She insisted.

"Okay. I'll see you later then, and call me if you need help. I don't need you overdoing yourself." I stated, making her nod.

"I will." She won't.

I walked up, out of the basement and into the main room of my house. We had to move from DTA to my house because Liza's place is too small to do this and it's for Jaden so we can't really use his house. I held my phone to my ear as I answered the call.

"Hey man, what's up?" I asked down the line as the call connected.

"Are you free right now?" He asked straight away.

"Uh, yeah, I'm just chilling at home. Why?"

"Okay cool, imma come over. There's something I need to talk to you about." He stated. Shit.

"No, wait. I'll come to you. Bama's got some friends coming over in a bit. I'll be over in like ten minutes." I quickly rushed, knowing Liza can't have him here.

"Oh okay. I'll see you in a bit then."

"Yeah, bye."

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"So, what did you wanna talk about?" I asked, flopping down on his sofa opposite him, and scaring the absolute shit out of him.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He jumped, throwing his phone out of surprise.

"Oh my fucking god." I wheezed, laughing at his reaction as he tried to calm his heart rate down.

"I asked to talk to you, not for you to fucking kill me." He sighed, getting up and grabbing his phone, before shoving it back in his pocket and sitting back down.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked, taking a sip of my water.

"I think Liza's cheating on me." The way he said that statement with such confidence made me spit out my water and start choking on the parts I had already started to swallow. "Dude?"

"I'll clean that up in a minute. What the fuck did you just say? Why do you think Liza is cheating on you?" I asked after I had finished coughing.

"It just makes sense man. I mean, she's supposed to be my girlfriend, and I haven't seen her in two, nearing on three weeks. Every time I call her she either declines my calls, or when she does answer, she's always out of breath and can't talk for long. I think the last time I touched her was on New Year-"

"I don't wanna know what you two did at New Years." I interrupted.

"Not like that. I mean as in like hugged her." He corrected.

I mean, everything he said has been true. Liza's a fit person, but recently, with everything we have been doing, she's been getting out of breath a lot. All the heavy lifting and backwards and forwards-ing, up and down the basement stairs has been leaving her breathless.

"There's a reason for it all. And she's not cheating on you. Dad has been pushing her really hard to get the last few songs for her album complete. It's really taking a number on her lung capacity. She normally only had time to answer your calls between running the tracks. I've told her she needs to give herself a break or her vocal cords will become shot." I explained, using the lie we both came up with, the same one she is supposed to use later today.

"Really? I mean, that just doesn't sound right. She normally asks me to go to the studio with her." He doubted.

"It's all to do with dad. He wants it airtight and doesn't want anyone else accidentally spoiling her hard work. He's even forbidden her from posting snippets on her Instagram. He was reluctant to let even me go that's how much he is dedicated to it. I promise, today is the last day those two are working on the album. At least for a while anyway. I'm making sure of it." I assured, trying to make it sound believable.

"Well, if they're close to finishing it, surely they should just keep working?" He pointed out.

"Are you telling me you want to see even less of your girlfriend, and have her vocal cords rubbed so hard it causes possible permanent damage?" I prompted.

"Oh shit, yeah. No I don't want, I just want what's best for Eliza. But you better make sure she drags her ass here after she's done or I'll do it for her." He warned, getting up and grabbing two gaming controllers.

"I will. I will." I laughed, catching the one he threw over to me as he sat down.