Life in the Limelight

Chapter 8

The next morning you went downstairs to start breakfast for you and Spencer. Instead of eating you text Spencer to text you when he wakes up and make a pre workout shake. You then go to your workout room to get one of your two runs in for the day.

After your three hour run and a shower, you get dressed. You put on a pair of low waisted jeans with a Harvard sweatshirt. You pair that with a pair of black vans and check yourself in the mirror. This has the aesthetic for your next album for the most part; laid back academia. When you grabbed your phone you see that Spencer still hasn't texted you. You decide to let him sleep and go and eat breakfast.

As you're eating, Ben walks in. "Y/N, I just wanted you to know that we're here and to call out if something is wrong."

"Hey Ben. Yeah I was just going to go up to the music room and mess around. Maybe come up with something different." Ben nods and heads back to wherever he goes. You finish and place your plate in the dishwasher and head up to your music room.

After messing around on the piano for about an hour you feel like you've made progress. You were about to pick up your guitar when you heard yelling. You rush downstairs and see Ben holding Spencer by the shoulder forcing him to walk. "Wait! Ben stop!," Ben stops and turns to you, which means he's also turned Spencer to face you, "He can stay. He came by last night and I offered the guest room to him. He was shot yesterday."

Ben immediately lets go of Spencer and makes sure he didn't hurt him too bad. "I'm ok, sorry I thought I would try to find you," Spencer mumbles.

"It's fine Spencer. How about you go to the kitchen. I made breakfast for us but I already ate. I'll be in soon." Spencer nods and walks off. You turn to Ben, "Did you have to be so rough?"

He puts his hands up, "Hey, if he were and actual burglar, you would've been glad that I was being rough. Plus you didn't tell me you had a friend over."

You sigh, "You're right. I'm sorry I kind of forgot about Spencer. I mean our relationship is new and I've been trying to ease him into this whole life. Especially since he's more of a private person. He doesn't want his coworkers to know that we're dating until we've got this dynamic worked out."

Ben nodded, "Ok. Just next time tell me and I'll be sure to put him on the list that is ok to be here." You nod and head to the kitchen to check on Spencer.

"Hey Spencer. Look, I'm sorry about that. I forgot to tell them you were here and they thought you were a burglar or a stalker or someone with undesired intentions. But now they've got you on the 'Allowed in the House and just Generally Around Y/N' list."

Spencer laughed, covering his mouth as he did, "It's alright. I'm actually glad that you have great security. It makes me feel better knowing that when I'm not here that you are still being taken care of." You laughed and he continued, "You know I don't mean that in a 'I need to be around you all of the time to watch you' way I mean that in the 'I want to be around you as much as I can because I really really like you."

You blushed at that, "You know Spencer, I really really like you too. Even though it has only been a couple of months but I really like what we have going here. I want you to stay as much as you are willing to deal with me and my crazy life.

A little while later

You and Spencer were chilling on your couch watching movies and TV when you checked the time. "Ugh."

"What's wrong?"

"I need to go to rehearsal. I told you I was going to send you pictures of tour outfits, well I need to go learn more choreography for my upcoming tour. It'll probably be a couple of hours but you are more than welcome to stay here if you want."

Spencer thought for a moment, "I think I'm going to swing by my apartment just in case someone tries to come by to see how I'm doing."

You smiled, "Ok! I get driven around pretty much anywhere. Did you want a ride to your apartment or did you want to drive yourself?"

He looked at his arm then back at you, "Ummm if it's not too much trouble I'd like a ride. I mean I could drive but I don't feel comfortable one handed."

"Yes it is no issue! Let me go pack some choreography clothes and I'll be right back down."

A few minutes later you and Spencer are sitting in the back of a car with one of your bodyguards driving. You and Spencer were sitting next to each other talking and laughing and holding hands. As we pulled in front of his apartment Spencer looked at me, "You deserve so much better," he whispered, staring at our hands interlocked.

"I don't know what you mean?"

"You deserve so much better than me. You are loved by so many people and you use your famous status to help so many people. I'm just me. A nobody who works for the FBI who didn't even know who you were when we met."

"That's what you don't get," I said exasperated. "I don't care if I deserve better because I want you."

"There is nothing better than you," he whispered.

I put my hand on his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. Once we pulled away I looked at him, "Ok so I have to leave or I'm going to be late to rehearsal, but after they drop me off they will be back to pick you up ok?" Spencer nodded and smiled. "Good, I'll see you in a few hours."

"Bye," Spencer said wistfully.