Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader

Chapter Fourteen

"Wake up, my love."

"I dreamed you were—what time is it? How long did I sleep? Are we late?"

"It's 1:30. Three hours, but we're stopping for lunch."

"We sure eat a lot," I joke.

He climbs over me, kissing and biting my neck.

"Yes, please," I say.

"Nope, I'm just waking you up."

"Making me horny, you mean."

"I'm thinking that's just your normal state of being, love."

"Well, that's still your fault."

He gets off the bed, yanking my legs down toward him. "Hands," he demands.

I hold them up and he pulls until I'm standing.

"You really that tired?"

"No, I'm just so comfortable I don't want to people."

"We will come be comfortable after and no peopling tomorrow if you forgive me."

"You're already forgiven. Why don't you get it?"

"You don't know what I've done."

"Doesn't matter."

"Say that after."

"Do you plan to do it again?" I ask.

"Nope."

"Then you're forgiven already."

"Okay, don't forget that."

"You don't forget it either. Let's get the show on the road."

I throw on a black tank, jeans, and my Docs. He grabs a red and black flannel and throws it in our bag with my sunglasses and a ball cap. That's a nifty hiding in plain sight disguise, I think.

We stop and eat, flirt and talk, plan and laugh. It weighs on both our minds that our time is almost over.

When we get inside the perimeter, he backs me into a tree and I wrap my arms around him. He lefts me up, my legs monkey around his hips. "I'm sorry I can't watch the show with you," he says.

"It's okay. Life happens."

"I have a surprise for you. I got you a backstage pass. Because of all the secrecy, you can't look like you."

"What?"

"You'll have to wear a robe and a mask."

"Backstage?"

"More side stage, I suppose."

"But they don't talk. I'll be in the way. Nope, thank you, but no."

"You won't be in the way. They'll ignore you."

"That's even worse," I laugh.

"They know you'll be there."

"You know them?"

"Yes."

"Which band are you helping? Nevermind! Don't answer that."

"Okay."

"No one will know who I am? What if they think I'm a stalker?"

"They do not mind you being there. I promise."

"They said that?"

"Yes. I know you won't tell anyone. I trust you, so they trust you."

"I can't believe you did this for me."

"I'd do anything for you."

"Okay, you talked me into it. Where do I go and how do I find you after?"

"I should be done by the time they are. I'll meet you at the stage. Don't be nervous. They're just regular people under the costumes."

"I know. I'll be okay. Don't worry. I won't embarrass you," I joke.

"Someone will text you and you'll go through right here. I got to run. I'll see you soon." He kisses me and strolls away.

I meander over to the restrooms and the line moves fast. Deciding I could do with a shot or five, I go back to the bar and order three shots and a rum and coke. On the way to the trash, my phone buzzes.

Unknown - Come through. Don't talk.

I walk to the gate he pointed out earlier. The guy standing there glares at me. I open my phone to the text and show him. 

He allows me to pass.