No Fear | Greyson Chance fanfiction [sequel]

Part 29

A/N: Here's another update since I'm in a good mood because Greyson just opened my Snapchat 😭🙂☺️ don't forget to vote & comment!!
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Greyson checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before he turned to Melissa and said, "I have to go now. If anything please call me, yeah? Don't go anywhere." It was their second day in LA and he had to leave for work. Alex and his team were waiting at the studio.

"Okay. Don't forget to bring food for me."

Greyson chuckled. "You sure eat a lot now. Okay, princess." Greyson walked towards his dressing table and picked up a perfume bottle, spraying it on his body.

   He approached Melissa and hugged her, but was surprised when she suddenly pushed him away. "What? What's wrong?"

   Melissa ran to the bathroom and vomited. Greyson followed her, rubbing her back while holding her hair back. "Why are you throwing up all of a sudden?"

   Melissa washed her mouth and got out from the bathroom, sitting on the bed. "Your perfume. I can't stand it."

   "But it's the one I usually wear." Greyson asked, confused.

   "I don't know. Just don't wear it when I'm around, please?" Melissa pleaded. Greyson frowned but then he nodded. He didn't think of anything else.

   "You okay now?"

   Melissa nodded. "Yeah. You better go now."

   "What about my kiss?"

   "I just vomited, Mr Chance."

   "I don't care." He walked towards Melissa and pecked on her lips, quick before she could smell his perfume again. "Okay, I'll be leaving now. Take care, honey."

Melissa wandered around the apartment. Nothing interesting. Just a simple cozy apartment for a singer-songwriter to live in. There were papers everywhere on the table, nicely arranged books on the shelves, musical instruments, beers in the refrigerator and some paintings hanging on the wall. Everything in the apartment was in order and clean because Greyson was a neat freak and no matter how busy he was he would never leave his place messy. That was one thing Melissa liked about Greyson. Except for the time when he got home drunk, of course.

   Melissa spent the rest of her day doing nothing and she started to feel bored but she couldn't complain because she was the one who chose it to be that way.

   Fourth day in LA, Greyson was still busy. He went out early in the morning even before Melissa was awake but he left a small note on the table.

   Gotta work, work, work. I love you (; - yours truly.

   Melissa smiled but then she frowned remembering something.

   "Does he not remember what day is today?"

   That evening, Melissa waited for Greyson to show up but he didn't. She fell asleep on the couch with tears on her face.

   Greyson got home later that night, hands were full. He quietly entered the apartment, and to his surprise somebody was sleeping on his couch. It was Melissa and she got dried tears on her face. Greyson felt guilty.

   Greyson knelt in front of Melissa and covered his face with a bouquet of roses. He slowly shook her arms to wake her up. Melissa stirred from her sleep.

"Hmm..." She sat up and rubbed her eyes to see a bouquet of red roses in front of her.

   Greyson lowered the bouquet and with his deep voice he said, "Happy anniversary, darling."