Once In A Lifetime (Katy Perry/John Mayer Fanfic)

Chapter Fifteen: A Lonely, Broken Heart

"Uh, Katy, have you seen this?" Tamra asked a little uneasily as she showed me something on her phone. I squinted my eyes a little behind my reading glasses as I took her phone in my hands, my eyebrows furrowed as I made sense of what she was talking about. I sighed when I read the first headline, knowing full well what this article would be about.

Katy Perry and John Mayer Dating? Couple seen together dining in West Hollywood, CA on July 7th.

How the fuck did the paparazzi know about us already? We literally haven't seen any photographers on any of our outings. People were bound to find out soon enough, but I honestly don't think we were ready for that just yet. I liked the privacy of our relationship... I didn't want John to have to deal with the craziness of my career, too. It's not like I'd even had the time to tell Angela or even my parents that John and I were dating yet... It was ridiculous how fast they'd gotten information.

"I'll text it to John, I wonder if he's seen it...." I said, sighing as I pressed my hand to my forehead in frustration, picking my phone up from in front of me and sliding it unlocked, forwarding a screenshot of Tamra's email and sending it to John. Though to be honest, I didn't really see the point in sending it - we hadn't spoken to one another since before I left to come to Australia, now nearly a week. I texted him everyday and even attempted to call him a few times, but he never replied nor answered. I gave up when the only communication I received on his end was the sound of his voicemail, signalling his phone was switched off.

I was confused as hell. Why didn't he answer me? Surely he would've tried to at least say something... But I got nothing. Part of me was worried that maybe something had happened, but in my position I had the power of finding things out easily, so I would've been alerted. The other part of me was angry, angry that he could be so careless. I wondered if something really was wrong, or if he was up to no good. I couldn't blame myself... That's what all the others had done. I knew John was different... Or so I thought.

"What's the time going to be in LA when we land?" I asked, placing my phone back into my pocket and deciding to focus on other things so I wouldn't pull myself down.

"It'll be two in the afternoon. We're only ten minutes away, I think you slept through the announcement," Tamra said lightly, giving me a smile.

"Australia was exhausting! Give me a break," I said goofily, sticking my tongue out at my assistant and close personal friend.

It was true - Australia had been exhausting. More so for the fact that I hadn't gotten used to the craziness of my professional life again, and I was thrown, literally, into the midst of it. I'd done countless interviews on TV and radio, sat down on talk shows, met with fans, you name it. It was really great being back in those old shoes, though. I missed it, and I guess the whole being alone thing didn't quite come as a shock anymore so I was more inclined to be my happy self.

"You want us to take you home so you can get some rest?" Bradford asked as he handed me a cup of coffee, my favourite thing in the world besides green tea.

"Yeah, I'm really tired. I might just call it a day and get some sleep, I'll go into the studio tomorrow," I said back as I lifted the mug to my mouth, the hot caffeinated substance instantly giving me an energy boost.

It wasn't long until my private jet touched down in Los Angeles, and I gathered all of my stuff - my handbag and my teddy bear, something I always had to take with me as a comfort thing - and I placed my feet on the pavement, walking into the mandatory customs area before heading towards the car which was waiting for us. I sighed, grunting a little as I came into contact with paparazzi who were waiting beside the car. There was no way I could avoid them; so I placed my pair of aviator sunglasses over my eyes, bowing my head down as I made my way towards them. I was exhausted; and I really couldn't be bothered dealing with the stupid ass questions and hassle. That was one of many downsides to this life; the lack of privacy. Sometimes all I wanted was to walk from my car to a restaurant without it turning into something, y'know?