Never leave

Chapter 3

I wake up around 10 am. I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. When I come back, I see the jacket laying on my bed. Still can not believe he left his phone number on it. I really want to text him, I am really curious to see what he is going to say. I am a bit nervous but text him anyway. Just texted "Hi, I am Sarah from yesterday's concert". I wait nervously until he answers "Hi Sarah, I am glad you texted me, did you enjoy my concert?" I reply "Of course I enjoyed it, the best time I ever had, you are just pure talent!" "Thank you so much, means a lot. There is something I wanted to ask you"

I read this text and I get really curious about what he wanted to ask me, so I reply "Sure, ask me anything" He is typing... my heart is pounding, then the text arrives "Would you like to go out for a cup of coffee?" This can not be true. Bailey Zimmerman is asking ME to go out with him? No, I am dreaming... But what if I am not? So I reply "Yes, sure, why not?"

"Good, I will come to pick you up at 12 am, I just need your location" I send him my location. I have 2 hours to get ready and create the perfect outfit. I find a really cute light pink summer dress and some light color shoes. I curl my hair and do my make up.

Is almost 12 am and I get super anxious. But I try to control it by breathing calmly. My phone rings. It is Bailey. I pick up and he tells me that he arrived and that I can get out if I am ready. I tell him that I will be right there. I grab my purse and get out of the hotel. I can see him wanting for me. He is absolutely gorgeous, wearing blue jeans, a red plaid shirt and a pair of Nike shoes. He waves at me as he gets closer. When we get next to each other he hugs me. I am on that fluffy cloud again. I try to come back to earth and then we start to walk to the coffee shop.

We make small talk until we arrive and when we do he opens the door for me. My heart melted, I ask myself how can he be so nice? We sit down and order coffee and some cookies. As we wait we chat: "I know your name is Sarah but I don't know your age" "I am 18" "Oh nice, did you finish high school?' "Yes, now I am getting ready for college" "Good for you! What college do you want to go to?" "I love Nashville so I want to go to Vanderbilt University" "This is great, I live in Nashville and I can tell you this city is amazing!" "I believe you, can not wait to move there, but I am afraid I am going to get really homesick" He tries to comfort me by stroking my hand, but when he wants to let go, his hand clings to something and that something breaks. I don't realise what it is until I look closer to my hand. It was my bracelet, the bracelet my grandmother gave me... Without ever realising it my eyes start to tear. He notices it and apologises for it. I don't want to make him feel bad but I have to tell him why I am making a big deal out of this "It is not your fault, you don't have to apologise, I am crying because I am emotionally attached to that bracelet, my grandmother gave it to me before she died" "I am so sorry I didn't know that, can I fix it for you?" "I don't think you have time, I have to leave this evening, but I apreciate it." I really didn't want to make him feel bad but I couldn't hold back my tears, so I try to make things better: "It was an accident after all, let's continue our conversation" He nods and asks "So, you are friends with my cousin Lani?" "Yes, she is really nice, I am very glad we met" "Yes she is indeed, we spent our childhood together". "This is so nice, I don't have any siblings but I have a cousin with whom I spent my childhood" "Speaking about childhood, what job did you dream having when you were little?" "I wanted to be a famous singer but I don't think my voice is helping me too much" "Did you try singing, or you just asum you can't sing" "I don't know, I tried singing when I was little but I never sang since then" "Well I really think you should sing something to me to see if you are right or not" "Ok I agree, but after we leave this place, I don't want people to stare at me". "Deal".

We pay the check and leave. He offered to walk with me to the hotel so we have another 40 minutes to spend together until we arrive. Bailey looks at me and says "Would you like to show me how "bad" you are at singing?" I smile and say "Sure, I will sing one of your songs so that it will be easier for you to tell" "Ok, what song comes to your mind?" I take a moment to think and then it hits me "Never leave" "Good, let's hear"

"I won't give up on you

So darlin', don't give up on me

Don't you wanna stay?

Don't just walk away from our memories

And I can't promise nothin'

But the rest of me

I'll fight for you, I'll fight for us

I'll fight to never leave"

I can feel him staring at me so I start to think that I just made his ears bleed with my voice. I stare at him as well and he smile saying "It was not bad at all, trust me" "Really? I am glad to hear  that" 'Yes, really, with some work you can get very good at this and who knows, make your dream come true" "I don't know what to say, I don't think I am made for this, big crowds, a lot of people knowing you... I don't think I can handle that" "Well it is your decision, but you can be sure you are not bad at it at all". "Thank you, it means a lot. I really enjoyed spending time with you but I have to get ready to go home." "Do you live in the same town as Lani?" "Yes" "I am free this evening, is no need to wait for the bus, I can drive you home" We spent just a few hours together but I feel like it was way more then that. I feel like we are starting a friendship. Or no, maybe it is just me taking things too far... But I won't turn down his offer. "Yes I would love to, I hate taking the bus". "Ok, I will wait until you get your stuff and then we can go" "Wait, we are at the hotel I am staying in, you have to get back another 50 minutes to get your truck, I don't want to cause trouble" "I drove here when I came to pick you up, my truck is over there" "Oh, yes I can see it. Ok wait here I will get back as soon as I can"

When I get back, we get into his truck. "What kind of music are you into?" he asks," It is a 7 hours ride so we better chose some music we both enjoy" "What kind of music do you think I am into? I came to your concert and we both sit in a truck." He laughs "Yes, your right, country it is"

We arrive and he drops me at home. I thank him for the tenth time and ask "Aren't you tired? It is no problem if you want to stay here to get some rest." "Thank you but I am good, I have to go back to Nashville tomorrow" "Ok, I really apreciate what you did" "My pleasure" We hug goodbye and I enter my house.