One person can change everything

Chapter 9

Laya’s POV:

I was walking towards James cabin. I was going to wash the cabin next to his, but on my way towards his cabin I heard some music coming from his direction. I went closer and then I heard some known music, It was a song by Mateo Hortez. But it didn’t sound like it was coming from a phone, computer or any electronics. And I just heard a guitar and low singing. Could it be James who was singing, his voice was really alike Mateo Hortez’s voice. Wait a min, Mateo’s middle name was James. OMG, could it be him? I went a little closer to the cabin, maybe a window was open or something, but all the curtains was pulled out, and cowered the sight. Of course he didn’t want anyone to see him, and not hear him too, but he failed on that one.

I was just standing there for a long time, while listening to his beautiful voice and all the great songs he was singing and playing. When he stopped I shook my head and snapped out of my thoughts. Walking away a little so he didn’t noticed me if he was looking out the window or something. In the end I had picked myself up and went to the other cabin to wash it.

When I was finished, I quickly went back to the store to check the book where he had wrote his name. There I saw the name, James Hortez. He had wrote his middle name, that’s why I didn’t recognized him at first. OMG, I had his phone number and the place he lived. I was fangirling a little before I calmed down a little. ‘Ok, relax, you have to act like you didn’t figure it out’ I thought to myself. He doesn’t want any crazy fan running around him whole day. And since he had come to a little place like this he properly wanted some space and peace.

The coming days, I was talking to hem a lot, trying to act calm and normal like before. But I couldn’t control the intense steering on his face, trying to se the real him. And I blushed even more every time he said something nice to me, which he did a lot. I got that silly thought that he might like me, but why would a big stare like him; that could date everyone he want, want to have a strange, random girl like me?

I just thought that he was saying nice thing, just to be nice. But it was still hard to be around him, without screaming and freaking out in he beginning. But after awhile when I got to know him better for the person he really was; not just the popular, famous person, but the real him. I became more and more calm and I talked and acted like I had known him for years and knew everything about him. And it seamed like he felt the same for me. We was talking like real good friends and messed around.

I had almost forgotten that he was a celebrity.