My Love (Westlife)

Chapter 18 - My Love

Chapter 18

"You're kidding me, right?" I laughed at Shane's humor. "Bring me on tour with pop stars such as yourself? That's impossible,"

"Do I look like I'm kidding, Rain?" Shane gave me the serious look. "The guys would be willing to let you come with us. It's gonna be fun,"

"Right," the other Westlife members chorused.

"No," I shook my head. "I'm not going with you, and that's final,"

"Bu—"

I didn't even let Bryan say something. "And people will hate me for going with you for sure. And to top it off, Backstreet Boys are coming with you...which makes the people that are going to hate me to double,"

"Come on," Nick Carter stood up and placed an arm around me. "We can get to know each other better," he winked.

"Sorry," I removed his arm on my shoulder. "But you're not my type," Westlife laughed their asses off after that. I was a fan of Backstreet Boys but I wasn't in love with any of them.

Nick just grinned at me, "You're good," he then went back to sitting again.

"Sorry, Nick," Bryan said as he placed his arm around my shoulder. "But we are the only ones who can do that,"

I didn't remove Bryan's arm to make out the point. Only Westlife could be this friendly with me...as far as I believed.

"Okay," Shane raised his hands in defense. "If you don't want to go, we're not going to stop you," before the other members could protest, Shane immediately said. "Let her be. Go to sleep, Rain. We're going to talk about business,"

"Just sleep in my room," Bryan instructed and I gave a nod in return.

I went to Bryan's room and placed myself comfortably on his bed. I guessed I was all alone again, huh? What was new? I was always alone. I could survive without Westlife. Even though I felt more alive when I was with them, I was born without them.

I could handle it.

Who was I kidding? I was going to be lonely without them. It would be like a part of me had been stolen. Westlife and I just came back to being friends and this happened?

Deciding not to let myself think any further, I closed my eyes and drifted into a nice sleep knowing that once I woke up tomorrow, Westlife would be gone.

***

I opened my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar room. No, not a room, it was moving. I familiarized the faces of the people inside the vehicle. "What the heck?!" I commented right after I saw Westlife, together with Nick Carter, inside the same vehicle as me.

"Surprise?" Nicky's smile greeted me.

"What the hell am I doing here?" I asked them hysterically. "I already told you I'm not going with you!"

"Too late now, love," Nick said as he was looking outside the window. "We're already here,"

"Where?" my eyes widened.

"Airport," Mark answered for the Backstreet Boys member.

"How did I get here without me waking up?" I whispered to myself but it was loud enough for all of them to hear.

"It's not our fault that you're a heavy sleeper." Kian chuckled.

"And did you seriously think that we're going to leave you there?" Bryan asked me seriously. "We planned it while you were asleep,"

"Guess I have no choice now," I shook my head in dismay.

"No," they all gave me smiles. We hopped outside the van and my bag was already set. My unpacking was very handy for them. In that case, they didn't need to pack my stuff.

"I got to tell my parents about this," I told them. "And I'm sure they wouldn't agree,"

"We already called them," said Shane. "Bryan already called them,"

"What?!" I looked at the blonde. "What did they say?! Are you insane?! You can't just do that! They're my parents! And you can't just use my phone!"

"Relax, Rain," he said as he placed an arm around me. "They were rather psyched up to hear a guy calling them from their daughter's phone, especially your mother," he winked at me. "And they were very excited to let you come with us,"

"Did you tell them who you were?" I asked him.

"No," he smiled his dazzling smile. "But they know we're going to America,"

A private jet became visible in front of my eyes. There were men in suits who got our bags off of the van and went to the direction of the jet.

"This is not going to turn out good," I muttered. "I already told you that,"

"What? Because our fans are going to hate you?" Bryan asked. "Don't mind them, they don't know a thing about you," and with that, he gave me a kiss on the cheek. What was my relationship with Bryan exactly? We might be more than friends but I doubted it.