Backstage Pass

Chapter 3: Hotel

Mild use of mature language and themes

>Ellie's POV

"That was so amazing guys!" I exclaim as the band enters the limo.

They pile in one at a time, but Viv climbs in rather than Jasper as he volunteered to drive her car. He's so sweet to her.

"Thank you, and you two make amazing fans," Asher said calmly.

"Why thank you," I do a little bow towards him.

Vivian interjects, "So Shayne, which hotel did you book us for the night, and how far is it? I need sleep now."

He responds, "I forgot the name, it's something French, but it's five stars and very classy. I figured we can live like royals for one night to celebrate the tour. As for when we will be there, I think the driver said it's only a few minutes away."

"Sweet!" I exclaim. "I can't wait to pass out when we get there. It's been a long day."

Asher chimes in, "Yeah, but a fun day." He smiles softly in my direction.

I blush vividly and smile at the floor. Vivian notices and bumps my thigh to say, Ooh la la!

After a few minutes of chit chat and sharing glances across the limo with Asher, we arrive at the hotel. I step out onto the pavement and stare at the gorgeous white and gold building ahead of me.

Vivian exits next and says exactly what I was thinking, "Oh my gosh!!!! Wait, Elle this reminds me of your place."

"WhAt?!" The boys say in sync as Jasper catches up to us.

I pull my hand to the back of my neck and shrug. "I guess I didn't tell you my parents are filthy rich. I don't use their money for myself unless I have to though. That's a conversation for another day though. Let's go check in."

After Shayne checks us in he comes over and tells us there is only two rooms so we have to group up. We give Jasper and Viv their own room with one bed and Asher, Shayne, and myself take the other room.

We swing the door open to realize there is only one bed. Oh great, this is lovely.

Jasper yells from the other room, "Hey guys, get some good rest. Tomorrow is a big show, today was only the warm up."

I turn back into our room. It's very beautifully decorated and smells like vanilla. I truly do feel at home. Before I can even consider sleeping arrangements, Shayne calls the couch, and Asher says he will take the floor.

"No way! You have a big show tomorrow, I refuse to let you sleep on the floor." I command.

"Well I'm not letting you take the floor either."

Shayne cuts us off, "Just share the bed already, you'll survive one night." I can see him roll his eyes before trying to fall asleep.

"Fine, just stay on your half," I tell Asher.

"Deal."

...

I wake up and stare at the clock on the bedside table, 2:34 am. Back to sleep I guess, which shouldn't be hard because I'm so comfy right now.

This bed is really soft and warm. The blanket is so nice and almost feels weighted. It must be because it's draped across me and has managed to wrap itself around me.

I shift my butt back a little and feel something against myself. "Stop wiggling," he grumbles.

I panic. Am I wrapped, in Asher?! I can now feel his arm on my waistline and his bare chest against my baggy t-shirt. He pulls me in tighter and whispers in my ear, "I know you're comfortable so just fall back asleep."