Trapped in your Fame...

Chapter 12

Wesley got a stern talking to from Lillian for the stunt he just pulled. He didn't seem to care. He was happy he did it and told Lillian just as much.

He was holding me on the couch as I was starting to fall asleep, the jet lag hitting me. He ran his fingers through my hair as we walked onto his tour bus. I had just missed the flying and hotel part of the tour. For the rest of the tour, traveling from place to place would be done by the road.

Wesley held me as we lay on the couch on his bus. He held me as I fell asleep and he didn't let go.

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Life on the road was hard. It was hard getting used to the time changes. I was not used to American food. It was good, but it wasn't home. Each time Wesley performed a song that was "inspired by me" as he put it, he sang it to me. He didn't do more than once at each show. Each one was just as special to me every time he sang it.

Fans noticed he did this at each show, and they assumed they were to the girl who he had been seen kissing in the hotel lobby. In interviews, Wesley was questioned about it, but never confirmed nor denied it. Luckily in every picture that was taken, my face was hidden.

I could tell Wesley liked this secret he had. He liked the fact that even with his very public life, he was able to have a secret. He wanted it to stay that way for as long as possible. Lillian didn't think so. She did like the publicity I was causing, but she said it would eventually start to get out of hand.

Wesley eventually gave in and Lillian came up with the idea of having Wesley post a picture with me and then tagging me in it. I thought it was too simple, but Lillian told me that sometimes simple was the best way to go.

Our relationship would go public in two weeks, the day Wesley was performing in Los Angeles, California. It was also his last show before he took a break for the Christmas holidays before going back on tour in February.

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A week and a half before our relationship would go public, I was woken up to the sound of notifications coming from my phone. I reached over and picked up my phone. I saw that it was two in the morning.

"Who's texting me at two in the morning," I mumbled to myself. Then I took a look at my notifications. I paled. "Wesley. Wesley. Wake up." I nudged him awake from the other side of the bed. We were in a hotel tonight and it was amazing. I never slept better. The beds on the bus hurt, so after some pestering, Wesley convinced Lillian to let us stay in a hotel for at least one night.

"What?" He said groggily.

I just showed him my phone. He cursed and jumped out of bed, threw on some clothes and I did the same. We walked out of our room and went down the hall to Lillian's room.

"I'm sorry Arline." He knocked on the door.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I took the picture and sent it to Juniper. It's my fault." My parents had asked about me and how I was to Juniper, and she sent them the selfie I sent her as proof that I was ok. I didn't tell my parents anything, so the fact that they found out from my best friend angered them, so they did the only thing they could think of.

They went to the press.

Lillian opened the door. "Do you know what time it is?" She was rubbing her eyes.

"Yes, but we need to talk, and I need to apologize." I answered. Lillian let us in, and we sat at the table.

"So, what is so important that you had to come to me at two in the morning?" Wesley showed Lillian all of the notifications on my phone and then the article I had been reading.