Trapped in your Fame...

Chapter 10

"What?"

"I want you to come on tour with me." He repeated.

"Wesley. You can't just do that."

"Why not?"

"I can't Wesley. I can't just leave my job and fly all over the world with you. I have to pay rent and work."

"You said anything, Arline."

"I know, but not that. I'd lose my flat. I'd have nowhere to live, Wesley. I also don't have the money to pay rent for months ahead of time. I don't have all the money you do."

"I know, but I can pay for it, Arline. I'll pay for it all. Please." He asked before trying to kiss me, but I turned away.

"No Wesley. I can't do that. I shouldn't have done any of this after I found out who you were." I regretted it as soon as I said it. I could tell Wesley was hurt by my words.

"You don't mean that, Arline."

"I don't know if I do or don't, but right now I need to get back to my flat and get ready for work on Monday."

Wes seemed to snap at that point. He didn't yell, but the way he spoke was worse. "So what was all of this then? Last night?" He asked, his tone cold. "I believed you when you said you loved me, but I don't know anymore." When he was done, his words were barely a whisper. I looked at his face. His eyes were slightly red and his cheek had turned a pale shade of brown. I knew it was going to darken. I looked at him and told him the truth.

"I do love you Wesley. I just- I just can't pick up my life and follow you wherever you go."

"Why not?"

"I've already told you. I just can't Wesley." I turned from him.

His voice softened, and my heart shattered. "Think about it, ok?"

I didn't have a chance to respond before he turned me around and kissed me. It was different. Needing, wanting, and loving.

"Please?" He asked.

I didn't answer as I walked away and got into the car that was waiting to take me home.

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I got home; went straight to my bed and cried.

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And cried.

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A week later I met up with Juniper. She had come home for the holidays from school and was telling me all about it before I told her about my past few months.

There had been a picture taken of me and Wesley in the hotel, and of course it was the one of us kissing. It was all over social media and people were trying to put all the pieces together. I bet some had, others probably would soon.

"So... I've been wanting to ask..." Juniper started.

"I knew it was coming." I said before she could continue

"Tell me everything."

So I did. I told her everything. How we met and everything leading up to that picture.

"Let me get this straight." She started. "You met by bumping into each other, and he never told you who he was, then pretty much told you in front of the entire world, you passed out, got surrounded by his fans, went to his hotel room, woke up the next day, and then he asked you to go on tour with him?"

"That's pretty much it."

"So, are you?"

"Am I what?"