Driving Me Wild

Chapter 7

Jack's POV
Katy and I are backstage just watching the show waiting to see if they need us. Which they never do so we just get to enjoy the concert. They end the song and Mark has the largest smile on his face. He goes up to the microphone and wipes the sweat from his face.
"Alright so this is a new song. So hope you like it."
Mark looks up at Max and he gives him a nod. Their manager who is behind us keeps mumbling to herself questioning what their doing. A smile starts to form on my lips as they begin to play. Some of the crowd looks confused about the lyrics, but a large majority seems to like since they're dancing.
As Mark keeps on singing he shoots a glance my way. He winks at me and I feel my face heat up. Mark's smile gets wider and he diverts his attention back to the crowd.
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Mark's POV
I sit on the table with water bottles as our manager scolds me.
"In what way did you think that doing that was okay?! We have told you that the fan base would decrease once you outed! But no you have to do this! You could loose money because of this!"

"Does it look like I care?"

"Excuse me?"

"I don't give a shit about the money! I did this because it was fun! As soon as I got in thus business I was told to keep my sexuality a secret! It made me unhappy and guess what I feel a whole lot better now that it's out!"
She shakes her head at me and storms off to the bus. I sigh with anger laying on the table. I hear footsteps and I don't take much to them. It's probably one of the guys.
"You alright Mark," a slightly thick accent asks me.
I turn my head towards the voice and smile softly at the blue eyed boy. He has a sad expression on his face and I sit up giving a sad sigh.
"Yeah I'm fine. Manager is just pissed at me for what I did."

"I'm sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong. It was a good idea and she's just overreacting."
Jack sits beside me and inches close to me. I smile at his action and wrap my arm around him. We sit in a comfortable silence as Jack places his head on my shoulder.
"You know what would be fun," I ask.

"What?"
I stand up and take Jack's hand in mine. He gets off the table as we jog over to the middle of the stage. I take my phone from my pocket and go through my music not letting go of Jack. Once I get to a song I click on it and set it on the stage. I bring Jack closer to me and we being to dance like the idiots we are. Jack giggles as we prance around the stage to the music.
However once the song switches to a slower one I separate from him. I give a bow extending my arm and Jack takes it with a blush and wraps his arms around my neck. I place my hands on his hips as we rock to the soft music.
"How did you know that I loved to dance horribly," Jack asks with a laugh.

"I didn't. It just sounded fun."
He nods with a soft smile looking up at me. I rest my forehead against his looking into his ocean eyes. His eyes go over my features and when he looks back into my eyes for a split second. The way he looks at me makes me melt. He is absolutely captivating and I can't take my eyes off of him.

Jack's POV
The way his eyes look into mine. It makes me weak in the knees. Every glance he gives me makes my stomach flip. How could he even like me? At least I hope he does. Jack why are you thinking this? You can't date him. You can't loose your job over a silly boy. I take in a short breath as Mark continues to dance with me.
The song ends and we don't move. We just stay in this one position for the longest time. His eyes scan down to my lips and quickly back to my eyes. He goes to lean in as u do the same. My stomach does flips as our lips inch closer. Just as they go to brush across we hear a door slam closed. We jump away from each other and Mark grabs his phone.
A figure runs down to the stage and I go over to the drum landing pretending to look for something.
"Mark come on we have to leave," Wade tells him not noticing me.

"Alright be right there."
Wade nods running back outside. I come out from the landing and Mark gives me a sad smile. He quickly jogs to me with his smile plastered on his face.
"Message me later. I'll see you tomorrow," he says pressing his lips to my cheek.
He then rushes away from me. My fingers run down my cheek as a blush creeps onto them. As he jogs away all I can think about is how badly I want it to happen again.