chasing happiness

chapter eight: scheduled promises

I woke the next morning to find Adam no where in my sight. Visions from last night flooded my brain. I had fallen asleep. Had I not just promised myself not to fall asleep?
And what became of Adam? Had he slept with me? The thought set me off ease. Maybe he left me alone once I was out. I thought trying to calm myself. It was a dumb mistake. He could have easily taken advantage of me, not that he would.. I hope. He did not strike me as that person but who knows. I had practically left a stranger to do what he please, with me, my house, all to himself while I was passed out. I stumbled my way into the bathroom where a face stained of makeup and red eyes met my gaze. Of course since I had fell asleep I never got time to wipe off my makeup or take out my contacts. I fixed myself up to my best ability and walked into the living room where Adam finally greeted me. I could not tell whether I was relieved or annoyed he had not left but then again I was the one who invited him to stay.
"Hey," he started calmly. He was watching TV and looked genuinely relaxed.
"Hi," I said not really knowing how to respond.
"I hope you don't mind, I kind of helped myself to a glass of water and some TV while you were still sleeping. I did not want to wake you." He replied calmly.
"No no it's fine. Um... About last night-"
"Oh no worries," he cut me off taking in my concern. "Once you fell asleep I found my way to your guest bedroom. It was very nice thank you."
He was so damn polite. It sort of bugged me for reasons I could not explain.

Latter that evening, we boarded a plane for departure to Los Angeles, California. We said our goodbyes then went our separate ways. I was relived to no longer be in his presence. Even if it was for a few days. I had so many complicated feelings for Adam it gave me headaches. One moment he had me falling for him with his deep ocean eyes and contagious smile. The next I was completely cold to his presence and wanted nothing to do with him. I felt like a mess around him and that's probably exactly how he viewed me, not that I cared what he thought of me. I was promised a few months and then I could forget about all this shit and never see him again.
The one thing I hated above all else was the way he was attracted to me. I had been around boys my whole life and could now easily distinguish when someone liked me. I don't mean like as in oh she's rich and famous and sexy type of like, I'm speaking of the type who are all well she's pretty and though she's a bitch I'm attracted to her. Not to say I'm any of that except maybe the bitch part... It's hard to imagine anyone being attracted to me to begin with. But I could tell Adam had a thing for me now. I wish he didn't. No, I wish he hated me. It would be so much easier if he hated me. If he hated me then I would not feel as guilty for hating him. It was a cruel selfish thing to think of, but I could help but wish it was true. Plus it was hard to give the cold shoulder to a person who actually liked you despite the rude comments you gave him.
Thankfully my days turned into week and before I was really aware of the time it finally caught my attention that I had not had to deal with Adam for a whole week and a half.
Delilah had scheduled a talk with me, Adam, and his publicist for who knows what now. Knowing her, she probably was not happy with me and not at all attempted to hang out with him this week. But truth be told it did not even cross my mind. I also had an excuse; I was currently rehearsing like crazy for my tour. If that was not a good enough excuse then I do not know what could be.
We both arrived at our meeting facility at the same time. A simple "hey" was exchanged between the both of us. Adam reached for my hand, I backed away.
"Common they'd love to see it." He joked. Maybe he had a common distaste for Delilah too after all.
Reluctantly I agreed with an eye roll and a heavy heart and we walked in the doors hand in hand. We we're meeting with both mine and Adams publicists today. I could feel the warmth of his hand in mine. It was something I was use to now, plus we always tended to step up our game around them, they were the people who brought this awkward situation upon us anyways.
We walked into the big office room even though this was not really an office at all. We had a few minutes waiting for Adams publicist to show so I sat down and waited patiently. Adam on the other hand was looking around when he noticed a funny looking statue type of thing and took out his phone for a picture.
"Why are you taking a picture of that?" I asked in a judgmental tone because that's just how I felt today: annoyed.
"Oh it's for snapchat haha. It just looked cool ha I don't know." He took the picture then showed it to me.
"Do you have snapchat?" He asked next.
"No, it's silly just taking pictures people only see for like 5 seconds." I stated in a matter of fact. He dismissed my disapproval.
"Speaking of social media, maybe you two shout start friending each other online." Delilah finally made her presence known by interjecting.
"Haha no." I shot her down.
"Why not?" Adam added.
"Because that never works out. It's just better to leave it as is."
Delilah glared at me. Just then Adam's publicist walked into the door. I was hoping the conversation would be dropped but I wasn't so fortunate.
"Don't you think Adam and Taylor should follow each other on social media?" Delilah asked her as she sat down. Great..
"Yes of course! In fact I think we should make that a requirement." A woman who I came to know as Sarah agreed.
I rolled my eyes.
"Alright fine but there's going to be some conditions." I started, might as well while I still had the upper hand. Plus Delilah knew of my Harry coincidences and how the media destroyed that.
"Of course." It was Adam who answered to my genuine surprise.
"You cannot post pictures of me or with me unless I say so." I started. I was being difficult but I honestly did not care. "And.... You have to delete every picture you've ever posted of you and another girl before I follow you."
I don't know why I said that exactly. I guess I just didn't like the idea of seeing all the shit he does on a regular bases. He was not amused however.
"Well alright.. Moving on.." Delilah did not object to my crazy proposals to my surprise, instead she continued in our talks which I happily zoned out of. Something about attending one of Adams upcoming events? I don't know..
Finally it was almost over and I practically could not wait to leave. I was like I tired school girl staring at the clock on the edge of my seat just waiting for the final to ring.
"So I know Adam you have a tour going on, and Taylor yours is about to start but why don't you two put some dates together before you leave?" It was Sarah who suggested this. But of course Delilah had to add in.
"Yeah you two have not been together for a while what's that about?"
I sat quietly not wanting to have to explain my situation. Adam came to the rescue, but it was more of a punishment if you ask me.
"Well.. We were actually getting together later tonight to be honest."
He completely made that up on the spot and I was about to say something when I felt his leg nudge me gently from under the table as if to say "play along."
I wanted to be mad at him. But then again he had just saved us from the wrath of Delilah. So I shut up. I'd find time to complain about it later I guess.