Husband of My Dreams

Chapter Eight

Three days. It's been three days since I first threw up, and I still feel a bit sick. I reached over and shut off my alarm clock when it buzzed at 9 am. Sitting up and stretching, I swung my legs over the bed and got up, going to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Are you up? You have to get to Torrid at 10!" My mom called up the stairs.

I spit out my toothpaste. "Yeah, I'm up!" I put my toothbrush away and stripped, getting in the shower. So today, there are auditions at Torrid to be their next model, and later today is a concert.

We pulled into a parking spot around 8 pm, the concert starting at 8:30. Some tap dancers were dancing, for what I'm guessing they'll do for the next 30 minutes. God, I hate tap-dancing and ballet, and the song YMCA. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate them for no reason. I used to tap-dance and do ballet, and at one of the recitals, we did YMCA. During one of the moves, my foot slipped and I fell. I jumped when my phone vibrated and looked down at it. "Meet me behind the stage. Evan will let you by." I tilted my head and got up when my sister wasn't looking, going to the stage. Evan smiled at me and moved the fence, allowing me through. Elijah smiled and walked over, hugging me. I hugged back, resting my head on his chest as he swayed a bit.

"So how do you feel?" He rested his chin on the top of my head.

"A little better. The swaying doesn't help much." He stopped and I giggled. "But thank you."

"Think you'll stay the whole concert?"

"Doesn't seem like there are as many people who are drunk, but it depends on how I feel." I shrugged.

"Well I hope you stay. I want to go for coffee afterward."

I looked up at him. "Coffee? In the summer?"

He rolled his eyes. "Point taken. I'll figure something out. Meet me back here after the concert." He let go and started to walk away.

"Wait. What about my family?"

He looked over his shoulder and winked, smirking. "I've got that taken care of." He ran on stage, starting "Shut Up and Dance." I giggled and went back to my chair as Evan walked away.

"Now before we start this next song...  Can everyone move from the dance floor that was being used earlier?" Elijah pointed to it. The people moved their chairs. "Roxanne, can you stand there?" I tilted my head but got up, walking to the middle of the wooden dance floor. "Hit it." He jumped off the stage without a microphone, walking over. Lucas started singing Stereo Hearts and Elijah pulled me close, dancing like we did in the park. He laid his head on my shoulder. "Feel alright?"

"Slight headache, but--"

"No, your anxiety." He lifted his head, looking in my eyes.

"Oh. Uhm..." My cheeks got hot and he chuckled. "I think that because I'm dancing with you, that I'm relaxed."

"Well, I'm glad I can help with your anxiety."

"Hey lovebirds! The song ended!" Lucas called.

I froze and Elijah looked at me. "Go backstage. Take some deep breaths." He whispered in my ear and let go, running to the stage and hopping on it, lightly shoving Lucas. I ran behind the stage and sat on the ground, taking deep breaths to calm down, but my mind just raced, thinking about what my sister and dad were thinking, and of all the eyes that were staring.

Jax walked over slowly and hugged me. "Don't worry."

I slowly wrapped my arms around him. "Thanks, Jax."