Wait For Me

Starshine

"Alright, Liebes, tell us about yourself." Richard sighed, collapsing down onto the couch next to me. Offering me a drink in the process. Hesitantly, I reached out and took the glass he was offering to me, immediately taking a sip of its contents. Whiskey. 

I cringed ever so slightly as the burn hit the back of my throat. "Have I gotten the wrong thing? Tom said your preferred drink was whiskey?" Richard sounded concerned upon seeing the look that crossed my features. "No, no, it's right. Thank you." I flashed him a smile before turning to look at the rest of the men who were gathered around the area. 

While most everyone was in the room, it seemed like Richard had changed out of his stage attire the fastest- changing into a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt. While I didn't know the man personally, it still felt odd seeing him so relaxed. In all my research about the band that I had done before taking this job, I don't think I had ever seen a photo of Richard where he wasn't at least slightly dressed up. So seeing it now struck me as slightly odd and a bit off-putting. 

It was while I was looking around the room, I noticed the only one not present was Till. Part of me couldn't help but wonder where the large man had disappeared to. 

Though his lack of appearance in the room didn't stop me from looking back to Richard. "What would you like to know? Honestly, I'm not that interesting." 

"What were you doing before? Apart from the obvious stunt as a model on the magazine cover." A smirk formed on Richard's face as he spoke the second half of his sentence. Only reminding me of the embarrassment that was Tom showing that damn magazine off. I really would have to kill him for that.

When the curtains blocking the window were ripped open, I couldn't stop the groan that left my lips as the sunlight landed on my face. "Rise and shine, Starshine." A deep voice chuckled. 

Lifting my face up from the pillow, I squinted my eyes as I looked around the room. Only to see a familiar, unwelcome singer standing at the end of my bed. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I groaned out before dropping my head back down onto my pillow. "I was sent to retrieve the sleeping beauty before she causes us all to be late and miss our flight." He mumbled, practically strolling across the room and out of the corner of my vision. 

Groaning, I turned my head so that my face was buried in the pillow instead of turned to the side. I felt like absolute ass, and definitely did not want to get out of bed. Especially not considering that it looked like the sun was only just now coming up. 

I would've expected these guys to be the type to sleep in.

"Am I going to have to drag you out of the bed?" Hearing Till speak once more, I was suddenly reminded that he was in my room. 

"Can I not get like five more minutes? It felt like you all only let me leave your after party like an hour ago." I huffed, though my words were slightly muffled by the pillow. "You can sleep during the flight." Was Till's only response. 

I ignored him, opting not to answer and instead closed my eyes. It was starting to get slightly difficult to breathe with my face shoved down into the pillow. This was definitely not the way I liked have my face shoved down into pillows. 

Hearing his heavy footsteps once more, I assumed and hoped that he was heading for the door to leave. 

Unfortunately, that hope was shattered when the blankets were suddenly ripped away from my body and my bare skin was met with the cold air that filled the room. "What the fuck?!" I shouted, pushing my body up from the bed. When I turned around to look at the singer, I saw him standing at the end of the bed. The blankets were clutched tightly in his fist, and he had a smirk on his lips as he watched me.