His Rockstar

33. | Peaceful

There's a knock on the bedroom door, and I turn my head from the desk where the progress of my new song sits open in my notebook, my mom standing in the doorway.

"Hey, can I help you with something?" I ask, brows furrowed.

She steps into the room, walking toward me, and I set my pencil down. "I've been meaning to talk to you alone."

"About what?"

"You and Lindsey." I don't like the sound of that. "Jane told me you two aren't in a real relationship."

"I never told Jane anything," I immediately defend, to which she holds her hands up to stop me.

"I'm not mad, or upset. I just want to know what's going on between you two. I don't want you two to end up hurt because of something like this. Is it because of the assault charge?"

"No, Mom." I sigh. "Me and Lindsey are dating. At first, we weren't, but now we are. And we only did that because her dad forced us to."

She tsks. "Never liked that no good bastard." She fidgets with the curls on top of my head. "Your dad invited him, you know. For a late Christmas."

"He did what?"

She nods. "He'll be here in a few days."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I heave a sigh.

"Because if I told you, then you wouldn't have let Lindsey come." She replies.

I furrow my brows. "Why do you think that?"

"I'm not stupid, Alex. I've seen the papers. You can't find a single thing that the media has published where she and Andrew are in the same picture, and if they are, they're never smiling." She gives me a knowing look. "I wouldn't be surprised if she changed her number because of him."

"She did." I murmur. "Multiple times."

She sighs. "Alex, you know I never would've invited him. But Sebastian isn't as knowing as me. He doesn't realize that Andrew isn't as nice of a person as the papers say." She runs her hand through my hair. "I don't know Lindsey and Andrew's relationship, nor do I need to know, but I can only assume it isn't good. I just hope nothing bad happens to her."

"Yeah." I whisper, staring down at my notebook. "Me, too."

She leans down, pressing a kiss to my hairline. "Oh, and your girl is asleep on the couch." She pats my shoulder, then walks out the door, presumably to go to bed.

I sigh. I'm not getting any more progress done tonight. Instead, I close my notebook and walk downstairs.

It's dark, aside from the light coming from the TV. Amelia and Jane aren't down here, so I assume they either went up to their rooms or Dad carried them to bed. James went to bed a few hours ago, so it just leaves Lindsey.

Lindsey sleeps on the L-shaped couch, sound asleep. I smile, brushing her hair behind her ear and over her shoulder.

She seems happy. I hope she is. I hate that she felt ignored and out of place.

When I wanted her to come out here, I didn't want her to be ignored. I knew Amelia would love her and even Jane.

I hate how I didn't see that she was upset.

I carefully pick her up, her head immediately snuggling into my neck. Carrying her up the stairs, I lay her down in our bed and cover her in the blanket. I take the seat beside her legs on the edge of the bed, glancing at her as she sleeps.

I don't know how I'm going to tell her.

Once I tell her, I know this will immediately ruin her mood. And I don't want her to be upset her entire time here.

I'll have to figure out a way to tell her before he gets here but late enough to where she can still enjoy herself. That'll be fun.

I walk to my desk, grabbing my notebook and beginning to work on my lyrics again. I glance at Lindsey again, who sleeps soundly. Peacefully.

And to think soon I'm going to disrupt that peace. I blow out a breath. I'm not gonna be able to get any more writing done, so I close my book and decide to just go to bed.

I lay on my back beside Lindsey, her back to me. I look at her, but do nothing except feel guilty. Sighing, I flip on my side, my back facing hers. Then I fall asleep.