Paparazzi Girl

4. Vanilla and Flowers

Xavier groaned loudly as he felt something hard hit the side of his head. He forced his eyes open to see his manager, Anthony Gutt standing above him. Couldn't he have just asked him to get up? Why did everyone always have a habit of physically hurting him?

His light hair was combed to the side slightly, his bangs covering his ears. He was wearing blue jeans that never sagged down like Xavier's usually did. He had spent more than enough time telling him it was inappropriate. As Xavier looked up, he noticed that his shirt was a nasty green.

"What do you want?" He asked Anthony grumpily, holding his head in slight pain. He never was a morning person.

"It's time for you to get up. We need to go buy you a suit for the award show tomorrow," he explained as he hit him once more with the rock-like pillow just to make sure he was fully awake.

"Okay, okay, I'm up. God," he complained as he finally got up and looked at the digital clock beside his bed on the table stand.

What? It's only seven o'clock in the morning? His squinting eyes turned to the bed next to his to take a look at his parents as their mouths hung open because they were still sleeping. His mother's brown hair was all over the place. Her skin seemed lighter because of the sun streaming through the windows. His father was snoring like crazy. His hair was brown as well but a little more of a dark brown and it was spiked up as if he was just electrocuted. He couldn't help but laugh. They looked like they'd been mugged.

"Aren't you gonna wake them up?" He asked Anthony as he watched him search for something in his bag. Probably for his wallet.

He nodded his head and pointed to the bathroom door. "Get ready."

Xavier grunted quietly as he walked towards the bathroom. He turned on the faucet and poured cold water on his face to wake him up. He looked in the mirror and studied his half-asleep eyes as he literally forced them to stay open. He brushed his teeth and changed into dark grey skinny jeans, a plain, dark blue shirt and a black belt.

He walked out and found his parents also getting dressed and preparing to leave. His mother always wore some kind of blouse and dark pants, while his father dressed as casual as can be.

"Let's go!" Tyler shouted as he opened the door. He hadn't seen him. Where did he come from?

Xavier groaned as he walked out lazily. He hated seeing the sunlight so early in the day. It burned his eyes.

Tyler came behind him and whispered into his ear, "The paparazzi girl will be there."

His eyes widened as he mentioned her. Now that's how you motivate a teenage boy.

How could he have forgotten about her? He fastened his pace and pressed on the elevator button twice. Maybe today would be interesting after all. She was probably waiting outside for him already.

Come on, come on.

The door opened at last and he rushed in, telling the others to hurry up. He could tell they were suspicious of his sudden change of mood. Tyler just stood there with a smirk he was trying to fight. They made it to the lobby where noise was coming from everywhere. How can it be so full so early in the day? He watched as his mom went to talk to the guy at the front door asking if their limo was outside. Xavier trotted outside and let his eyes travel around the scene to find the girl. He found her leaning against the outside wall of the hotel as she yawned. He smiled at the sight of her.

She always brightened his day. He suddenly felt himself being shoved into their black stretch limo by Tyler.

"Fuck," he muttered after smacking his head against the roof of the car. His mom looked at him warningly.

He could already sense Tyler smirking. Xavier rolled his eyes. The whole drive there, his parents and Anthony kept discussing what suit to buy him. Like which color it should be, what size, everything.

But it didn't really matter anyways, because Xavier knew that the fans, the hosts, everyone would think he was dressed nicely. Because he was Xavier Harrington, and girls thought he looked good in even Speedos. But it didn't bother him, because who wouldn't like some attention here and there?

He let out a sigh of relief as they finally got to the parking lot. The sooner they do this, the sooner they get this over with. Xavier jumped out of the car as Tyler opened the door for all of them. He saw the blue car the paparazzi girl drove park not that far away. He watched as she got out of the car. She was wearing light blue shorts that didn't go below her knees. Her white shirt was loose, almost only covering one shoulder while the other one was almost completely bare except for a strap that was probably the shirt she had under. As always, her shoes were white.

"Stop staring. She's going to notice," Tyler told him as he snickered.

He gave him a glare before taking one last look at her and walking into the shop for customized suits.

He hated shopping, simple as that. He groaned in displeasure as his mom grabbed his hand forcefully and pushed him into the store. The clothes he saw wasn't his style. But Anthony seemed to have thought differently because he was grabbing clothes like a complete maniac as well as his mother. They were going to drive him crazy.

They made him go into the dressing room and change into a thousand suits he didn't even think he should be seen in. Then he tried on a black suit with a red tie. Such a simple choice for so much time.

"This one?" Xavier asked in disbelief.

His mom nodded her head at him and smiled at the employee there. Xavier went back to change back into his clothes.

They walked out of the building, the sunlight warming them up. He looked over to the wall and there she stood. The minute she saw him, she grabbed her camera and walked towards them, only her, no one else. He grinned as she started taking pictures of him. He had a terrible urge to go to her and at least talk to her. Introduce himself, maybe. Ridiculous.

"I'll be right back. Tell my parents and Anthony I'll be there in a moment," Xavier told Tyler as he prepared himself to go talk to her.

"What are you going to do?" 

"Just do it."

His eyebrow raised a bit in amusement as he turned around and walked with Xavier's parents.

He took in a deep breath before walking towards the girl and watched as she stood in different positions to take the pictures. It's now or never. When he was only a few feet away from her did she stop to stare back at him.

He gently grabbed her bare wrist when he was close enough, his fingers trembled as he felt his body feel like an electrical wire had struck him. He looked at her eyes just for a split second, trying to figure out what color it was without any success. A mixture of grey, blue and green.

He held his breath as he slowly came to her ear. He could hear her gasp, and he didn't know if it was because she was shocked or surprised. Or both. He finally got to her ear, her divine scent filling his lungs. It was the smell of vanilla with just a hint of flowers.

Could he get closer?

Let me get closer, paparazzi girl.