Holland Myers. A 23 year old artist.
Holland, also known as Holly to her friends and family, has always been obsessed with art ever since she was a little kid.
Captivated by it. Enamoured with it. It's the thing she loves the most in the world.
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"Wait! Can I get your number?" I shout after what might be the most beautiful woman I've ever met.
And the feistiest. Which I find hot as hell.
But she either didn't hear me or is ignoring me most likely the latter but she keeps running until she's out of my sight.
I never ask for girl's numbers. But something about her draws me in.
I don't know if it's her attitude that amuses me or if it's her good looks that attract me, but either way I want to know her.
Usually women just fawn over me which is nice but I'm getting tired of how easy it is.
I want a challenge and I think I just found the perfect woman to fill the role.
Also I don't think she knows who I am. Which is something I'm not used to. It's refreshing.
Most of the time people can tell right away that I'm Maverick Wilson from the band Unbound.
Glancing at the cup in the trash I read the name written on it.
Holland
The corner of my mouth rises up into a smirk.
You can run Holland but I'm more than willing to chase after you. ___________________________________
"Mav where the hell have you been? Soundcheck is soon and if we're late Mason is gonna kill us" Derrick, one of my bandmates curses as soon as I enter our hotel suite.
"Calm your tits I was getting coffee because someone broke the coffee machine" I glare at Scott who is shoving powdered donuts in his mouth.
"It was an accident!" he exclaims after swallowing. "It's not my fault there's so many buttons and it doesn't say what they do!" he frowns.
"That doesn't mean you're supposed to press all of them idiot" Nathan rolls his eyes from his spot on the couch as he drums his drumsticks on the table in front of the couch.
"Yeah well um" Scott stutters trying to think of a comeback.
"At least I have a clean shirt" he smirks as he throws one of his donuts at Nathan getting powder on his shirt.
"Ooo good one Scott" I quip and he smiles at me.
"Thanks!" he exclaims gleefully.
"I was being sarcastic" I deadpan making him frown.
"You bitch!" Nathan scowls jumping up from the couch and twisting his torso to look at the white stain on his black shirt.
"This was one of my favourite shirts" he glares, striding towards Scott.
Rolling my eyes at the immature little shits I take a sip of my coffee and take Nathan's spot on the couch.
"Okay guys cut it out" Derrick puts his arm in front of Nathan's chest stopping him from killing Scott.
"Nathan go change your shirt and Scott stop being annoying" he instructs using that tone a mother uses on her children when they misbehave, making me chuckle.
What a good momma
Nathan huffs but does as Derrick says and goes into his room to change.
"Well done. Such good parenting" I tease.
"Fuck you Maverick" he flips me off.
"We are leaving in 5 minutes everyone better be ready" he glances at Scott then at me.
"Yeah yeah" I say uninterestedly while taking a swig of my coffee.
"You got it" Scott gives Derrick two thumbs up and the two of them head into their rooms.
We may bicker like kids but at the end of the day we're family. These guys have been my rock for the past 2 years that we've been a band.
I remember the first time that we all met. It was a shitshow.
All of our different personalities did not mix well but eventually we began to bond and now these guys are like brothers to me and vice versa.
Insulting each other is our love language.
"Let's go guys!" Derricks shouts as he exits his room putting the hood of his hoodie up to help hide his identity.
A few seconds pass before Scott and Nathan come out of their rooms as well the both of them wearing stuff to disguise themselves as well.
Derrick opens the door and they follow him out the hotel room.
Getting up from the couch I toss my empty coffee cup in the trash catching up to them.
I adjust my hat and sunglasses as we walk outside heading to the black SUV waiting to take us to Madison Square Garden.
Thankfully we get in the car without anyone recognizing us.
"Hey Mitch" I call getting the attention of our bodyguard in the driver's seat.
"I need you to find someone for me" I say and he nods.
