Into Your Arms // John O'Callaghan

VII.

"What the hell was going through your mind?"

"You had your job to do and you completely skipped out!"

"Do you think this is a joke? You cannot be careless and run around with cute guys!"

For the last 30 minutes I had been getting ringed by Peter, after I showed up 1 hour before the show Peter was more then pissed. The boys silently watched me getting ripped apart by our manager, probably all praying for me in their heads. 

"I'm sorry." I told Peter for the hundredth time. 

He threw his hands in the air and let out a strangled noise. "You're sorry? Well Bree, that fixes everything! All those interviews you were supposed to be there for, but you weren't, doesn't matter anymore because you apologized!" 

I sank lower into the couch, hoping that it'd swallow me whole. I felt like a small child being scolded by their mother after doing something horrid. 

Peter's breathing was ragged and I was almost worried he'd soon start breathing fire. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pacing back and forth across the bus. I had decided that it was just better for me to stay silent and let him get all his anger out. To be fair, it was wrong of me to skip out on the interviews but I hadn't expected John to take me into Disneyland. I also didn't expect myself to loose track of time, what was supposed to be just 1 hour, turned into 3. 

Peter's eyes shot open and he turned towards the boys. "Go start warming up." He didn't have to tell them twice, they jumped up and darted out of the bus as fast as they could. All giving me a apologetic look as the exited the bus. 

If I could disappear into the couch I would. He turned back towards me and ran a hand down his tired face. "I'm forbidding you to go out with John." 

I couldn't help but laugh. "You forbid me? Pete, I'm a grown woman you can't do that!" I crossed my arms over my chest, not even hiding my amusement. 

He frowned. "Ok well, I don't forbid you from seeing him but no more dates while you have to work. I'm serious Bree." 

"Ok, I promise I won't." Giving him a smile, I stood up and gave him a pat on the shoulder before leaving the bus and heading into the venue.

As I was about to open the door to the building, my name as being called. I turned my head to look over my shoulder only to see John jogging over to me. 

"Hey!" He breathed as he came closer. 

I smiled. "Hey yourself." 

He ran a hand through his perfectly messy hair and bit his lip. "I-uh- heard some yelling going on from outside your bus, is everything okay?"  

A chuckle escaped me. "Yeah, yeah. I'm just forbidden from seeing you anymore." I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I remembered Peter's words.