V - Safe travels. Can't wait to see you.
M - Same to you. Let me know when you land, so I know you're safe.
V - Still in the air, but might be at the hotel earlier if you're game. I am too antsy to socialize when I know you're so close.
M - YES. I'm getting Thai food. Want anything?
V - Love Thai. Anything is good. Just a warning—my friends are very curious about you.
M - Tell them hi and I'm not sorry because I want you here now.
V - You can tell them after you meet them. If I say it, there will be chaos.
Nerves settle under my skin like an old friend. By the time I go pick up the food, it's closing. I arrived just in time, thankfully. On the way back to the hotel, I ask the car service to stop at a gas station. I quickly nab a case of water, pay, and return to the car.
When we arrive, there's a large group of—mostly—men checking in. I grab one of the luggage dollies and load the water and food, pushing it into the lobby and toward the elevator. While waiting for the elevator, I see him. The door dings open. I push the cart in and it bangs on the elevator door. Somehow I force it in. I turn around and watch him, willing him to look up. As the door closes, he does and our eyes lock. His shock takes a moment to subside before we're both smiling.
I reach for my phone as a message pops up.
V - Hello, gorgeous.
M - Hi, sexy.
V - They all know that was you because I'm still smiling.
M - Me too. Tell them the meet and greet is later and I'm asking very nicely if they can handle whatever needs your attention so I can borrow you.
V - I'm already walking to the elevator.
M - Guess I better move this cart out of the way so the elevator will come back down.
I drop the food on the counter and unload the water bottles, leaving the empty dolly outside my door. The bluetooth speaker pairs with my phone, playing Daily Mix 2.
A knock sounds on the door and I jerk up, turning around. Feet planted in the lush carpet, I struggle between hyperventilating and running to throw the door open. The latter wins.
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Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader
FanfictionOut of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue...
