All I Want Is You

So We Meet Again

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Chase

The concert had gone down a storm with a fifteen minute standing ovation and then another after the encore.

The crowd were elated and left happy and singing, the people with VIP tickets that included back stage passes had come and gone satisfied with their signed autographs and kisses, cuddles and handshakes, the guys had chosen their hookups for the night and headed off to the after party.

But I hadn't been my usual arrogant rock star self, not tonight, no! I had tickets to some of the best seats sent to Taz's mum and dad on the pretence they had won them in a competition and that they had agreed to be free that day to come, but just to make sure I enclosed a note  where I practically pleaded for them to come and not tell Taz, it was in the vain hope if her parents approached her on my behalf it would encourage Taz to attend and it seemed to have worked, now the next part was the hardest part.

I had also included back stage passes but these were for an hour after the other passes, I wanted time alone with Taz, I had so much to say and didn't want any interruptions.

As I paced back and forth across my small dressing room, wiping a cold can of coke across my sweating brow, even though I had showered and changed, I still felt uncomfortably hot, I was more nervous now than going on stage to perform.

I kept going over and over in my head what I wanted to say and how I was going to say it, but it still didn't sound right, how ever I phrased it.

Continuingly looking at my watched as the allotted time got nearer, I still hadn't found a way of saying what I wanted to say that sounded sincere.

I needed to get this right this was my chance to start the begging for forgiveness process and it wasn't working.

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Taylor

As I perched on the edge of my seat, with a small glass of orange juice clasped in my trembling hands and my right leg bouncing up and down with nerves, waiting to see Declan, my feelings were all over the place, I wanted to see him, to forgive him, but I also wanted to hate him for what he did to my life and my parents, yet I still harboured feelings for him I'm not sure what they were but they were there and as much as I wanted to be rid of them, they persisted and came to the fore whenever I think of him.

I hated this sitting around I wanted to get this over with and try and get on with my life post Declan Morris, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be that simple, I was hoping he would say or do something horrible so I could hate him that would make it so much easier.

My mother and father had declined the backstage invitation citing the fact they were to old to swoon over rock stars and would wait outside the front of the stadium for me.

But they had insisted that I went and to be honest, though I was dreading it I needed to see him and clear the air.

Someone opening the door and clearing their throat bought my mind back to the present.

"Miss Deveroeux, would you come this way please"

He was dressed in a security uniform and held the door wide as I gathered my thoughts and shakily rose from my seat and headed to the door.

Following the guard down a narrow corridor till we reached a large door proclaiming it was the room Phenomenon were housed in.

A polite knock and a muffled response from the other side led to guard opening it and beckoned me though.

Taking a huge breath and gulping down the large lump that had formed in my throat, I headed through the door.

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Chase

I heard the knock on the door and muttered enter, Donald the head of my security team pushed the door wide and I held my breath, this would be the first time I had seen more than a glimpse of her since than fateful day and when she had run from me in Blenheim and  quite honestly I was petrified.

Then there she was more gorgeous than ever, I could tell she was still apprehensive about me and that made my stomach churn, I didn't want her to feel that, but I couldn't blame her as I was the culprit that did it to her.

"Hi" she whispered. "You look... good"

"Please come in and take a seat" I frantically waved my arms about gesturing to the drinks table and the sofa.

"It's fine I'm not stopping" she looked around to find we were alone, before continuing.

"I just wanted to say I forgive you for what you did, I mean the push you didn't know it would injury me like it did, it was a freak accident, but I cannot forgive you for stealing my money"

"And quite rightly so" I interrupted her.

"Taz I can apologise until I'm blue in the face and I can use all the excuses under the sun, about drink and drugs, but I know that will not be enough, I cannot and will not accept your forgiveness, I was a complete arsehole to you, but now I've cleaned up my act, I intend to make it up to you and your family and when I have done that, then and only then will I consider being forgiven and so help me if I have to die to prove to you that I am a changed man, so be it"

As she stood wide eyed and open mouthed in front of me, I closed the gap and took her hand before leaning forward and kissing her cheek.

The surge of love, lust, want and need coursed though my body at these touches.

"And Taz I mean every goddamn word I just said and to prove it I swear on my life"

"Umm" she muttered, withdrawing her hand from mind.

"I must go, but Declan.."

Please call me Chase" I again interrupted.

"I can't, it will be to easy then to believe I have moved on from the experience and you and I have a future together, but that can't and will never happen"

She turned and quickly headed through the door muttering.

"Goodbye Declan, you are forgiven, despite what you say, please get on with your life and let me get on with mind.

And then she was gone.

Oh Taz if you think this is over you are gravely mistaken, I saw the look in your eyes and the blushes on your cheeks, but most of all the tingle and spark of a connection that coursed through my body and how it affected you when we shook hands and I kissed your cheek.

That was the sign I had been waiting for, I now knew I had a chance, even though I didn't deserve it, but I knew for certain that we were meant to be together and no way in hell was I giving you up.