Dreams Come True (Austin Carlile/Ben Bruce)

Chapter 17

We were in the hotel. Alan and Emily were yelling in their room, while Austin and I had a row in ours.

"Just tell me who the fuck she is! That's all I want to know! Austin, darling. Did you hurt her? Did she hurt you? I'm not stupid. You guys have been itching to get away from them since the moment you realised who they were!" I had tear filling my eyes, my head pounded as he continued to say;

Nothing

No one

She's my past

"Just... just fucking tell me."

I sat on the edge of my bed. Austin sat against the headboard. A deep breath and a long exhale.

"She, Ella, was a merch-girl for us about three years ago. She was nice and sweet and a lot less fake looking."

I placed my face in my hands as he continued the story.

"She was a crazy fangirl like you, but she wasn't there for my music or beliefs, just my looks." He chuckled, "I mean she seemed to be nice and thoughtful and inquisitive. She was there when we first met."

I looked up at him through the mirror. "She was the one yelling at you after the concert?" I turned to see him nod.

"We went out for the entire Warped Tour, and trust me three months with that bitch was hard. Alan got with her best friend, Jennifer, who was just as insane as Ella. They cheated on us with other band members, stole our belongings and others. I never slept with her, but she would beg me. That summer I was sober, for the fear of accidentally ending up in bed with her. I broke up with her the day we met. I just needed to, hoping I'd meet you again, and then the fact that after I broke up with her she broke into our bus, ruined it all, and then Jennifer carved her name into Alan's bass. Alan broke up with Jennifer the day after, and they were arrested. We didn't expect to be bothered by them ever again."

He sighed again and then touched my shoulder, "baby, I'm sorry. I didn't know she'd be here. Don't let her ruin our time together. Especially not in this beautiful city." He kissed my shoulder, then my neck. "Let's go to the Eiffel Tower, it's only 10 o'clock, we've got all night."

I shook off my tears, "just let me reapply my makeup, and make sure Emily is okay. Okay?"

He leaned back, nodding. I got up and went into the bathroom, washed my face and redid my makeup. I stepped out, Austin was in the kitchen with Alan and Emily was in the bathroom.

"How are you doing?" I slipped in, closing the door behind me.

"Ready to slap a stalker if I need to." She said while putting on mascara.

"You'll do a right job at that." I laughed.