Unveiled Hearts: Matt Dierkes x OFC-One Shot(JP Universe)

You're my fairy.

FAYE

I sat in my car, drumming my fingers against my steering wheel and trying to keep my breathing even. Every few seconds, my eyes would dart to the clock on the dashboard, patiently waiting for it to read 6:00 so I could get this meeting over with.

"Five minutes," I muttered to myself followed by a pep talk.

This is a job interview, one I've been to countless times before. I knew what I was doing and also was confident enough in my abilities that they'd love my work. Lana even reassured me.

"They're a great batch of guys to work with, Faye! It's like we're a big family, we take care of each other," her words echoed in my mind.

I watched as these guys worked in a frenzied state packing the two vans with various equipment but somehow made it seem like they flowed together naturally. The effort conversations and laughter that carried between them showed how tight knit they were so I couldn't help but feel like I was a stranger that was about to disrupt their lives.

You are. They don't know you.

Grumbling at the voice in my mind, I reached for my portfolio and camera, slinging it over my neck; I never went anywhere without it.

The laughter from the large group carried over to the other end of the parking lot where I was slowly walking up. I had to meet two of these guys at this large warehouse while they spent the afternoon packing up their things. My hands shook as I clutched my photo portfolio to my chest and as I approached them, unable to hide behind the invisible vortex I hope shielded me, I came to a stop a few feet away.

My hazel eyes tracked each person's movement as they went from the large garage opening of the warehouse over to the two trucks and large tour bus parked on the opposite side of the lot. My mouth ran dry as I tried to find my voice to call over to them, announce my arrival, but it was difficult due to the racing of my heart.

Suddenly a soft buzz in my back pocket was my saving grace and I pulled it out, smiling at the name on the screen.

Tay: Okay, we need a girls night out tonight. I broke up with loser face so I need to forget about it. Find someone new. Preferably one that has a head full of curls. You know those are my weaknesses.

I giggled while quickly typing out my response.

Me: Well, you know what they say. The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

Tay: Fuck yes. I'll pick you up at eight!

"Are you Faye?"

My eyes snapped up from my phone to the tall figure in front of me, the sunlight catching the intricate and somewhat colorful tattoos on both of his arms. A lone finger scratched at his cheek, showcasing a small heart tattoo. I knew who he was, Lana already giving me the full run down on everyone in the band.

While he was gorgeous, I also knew he wasn't available. But not like it mattered, I wasn't here for a relationship. I was here to work.

"Uh," my hands shook again as I pocketed my phone, clutching the portfolio to my chest. "Yeah. Sorry."

The man raised a brow with a soft smile. "There's no need to apologize. Were you standing there long?"

I shook my head. "No, no. I just walked up a minute ago but didn't want to bother you guys. You seem a little busy."

"You're fine," he stuck out his hand. "I'm Noah."

I desperately wished I could have wiped the sweat off of my palm as I grasped his; it engulfing mine.