Superstar in Training

Ch. 6

Superstar in Training- Ch. 6

"James, hurry up!" I call to him as I try to roll one of three suitcases full of my clothes toward the door.

"Here, let me take that." James tries to grab the luggage handle from my hand but I refuse, only gripping it tighter. James, noticing my stubbornness, chuckles attempting to take the handle again.

"I can handle it James, really, just go open the door."

"No, Gabriella May Knight. Please let me do my duty of being a man, and carry the bag into the house."

"No, James Ian Wile. Let me fulfill my duty of being an independent woman and carry my bag into this house." I mock him.

James squints at me and shakes his head, not giving in. We stand there for a good 10 minutes before I give in and pull my hand off. James turns to me and grins triumphantly, as if he won.

"Wipe that grin off your face, I only gave in to save the tiny bit of masculinity you have." James sticks his tongue out at me. "Plus I want to start unpacking before Alex gets here to make it all less hectic."

I unlock the door with my brand new key and push it open with my foot. The wood floor looks fresh and pristine. Not for long.

The whole place is eerily silent, and blank. Nothing is on the wall. I strolled into the living room, the movers already dropped off the new black entertainment center, the TV, and the two modern black couches. My mom picked out all the furniture.

"James! Just drop the bag in the hallway and come help me with the kitchen supplies!" I call out as I walk through the kitchen, with its sleek granite countertops. The black cabinets are bear, the stainless steel fridge absolutely empty. I made a mental note to do some grocery shopping. The only things in here are the chairs and the table. The paper chandelier casts out different shadows of light.

"Here are the cups and plates." James' voice says as he plops a cardboard box labeled CUPS/PLATES down on the countertop. The plastic dishware inside makes a clinking noise, "Have they dropped everything off?" James asks me as he strolls into the living room, I follow him.

I watch as he falls down on the new comfortable couch and snuggles into it. "Get up! You need to help me unpack." James reaches his hand out to me, and I take it to help him up. But instead he pulls me down right on top of him, and softly kisses my head.

"Relax babe, you've been overly stressed all month, every time we've talked on the phone you had something else to do." James sounds worried as he speaks into my hair. "I haven't seen you eat one thing the whole two days you've been here."

I lift myself up from my position on his chest to look at him. "That's not true, I think I had a granola bar yesterday for breakfast." I pause as he gives me another worried glance. "But I know. I'm sorry, it's just so stupid that I have to unpack now, only to repack again in one week."

James dramatically groans and hugs me closer to his, somehow comfortable but firm, chest. "Don't even speak the words! I can't stand the thought of you leaving for over a year!"

I wiggle myself out of his grip and sit up next to him. "James, it's time we talk about what's going to happen to... to us, when I'm gone," I pause as he sits up. "Every time I've tried to bring it up you seem to try and change the subject-"

James cuts me off with a kiss to my lips, a sure sign to shut up. "I know babe, and I'm sorry." He pauses as he takes a deep breath, and continues, "It's just, right when I think I'll see you more often, and we can finally take this relationship to the next level, they throw something like this at us... if I didn't know any better, I'd say Simon doesn't want us together."

His words make my heart ache, because they're true. I've thought the same thing over and over again, just when I begin to think that my life is going good, and that I can still be a semi-normal teenager, they throw me this curve ball. I sure as hell wasn't expecting it, and I bet no one else was either. I just started this career, and they are already sending me out on a world tour? Better yet, a stadium world tour?

"I know, trust me, I know." I slump back down into James' chest and he snakes his arms around my waist.

"But we can text, call, Facetime, whenever. I promise that this whole you-travelling-the-world thing won't separate us even more. I'll fly over to visit you whenever I have the chance, you can come back to London when you have breaks. If other people make it work, so can we." James whispers, but with every word that comes out of his mouth, his grip slowly tightens around me. Like if he doesn't hold me tight enough, I'll disappear. "Plus, we are masters at the whole long-distance thing, right?"

I let out a soft chuckle, and nod my head into his chest. "Plus we have all week together. All I have scheduled is vocals. Simon says before an artist leaves on tour they try to make their last week as peaceful as possible so they can relax and kind of prep themselves for all the chaos."

"What time are vocals tonight?" James asks as his fingers play with the tips of my hair.

"I think they said 7:30, at the studio." I say taking a deep breath and go over once again the thousands of things I have to do.

"They?" James inquires quietly.

"The boys, they texted me in a group chat when I got here telling me about it."

Suddenly, James' grip around my body becomes utterly unbearable, and I have to wiggle around to get him to loosen it. He sighs in apology, "Sorry, I just don't like the idea of you being alone with them, even for an hour and half, let alone more than a year."

I rise from my position and give him a gentle slap on the chest, "Oh my gosh, you are such a boy!" James gives me an uneven grin in response; "There's no need to be jealous of them, because they're all like 6 years older than me. Plus, I have a great boy right here, there's no need for another, or five for that matter."

"Well next month, they'll only be 5 years older..." James tries to reason, as if that makes a difference.

"Oh my gosh get over yourself, I only like you, alright?" I lean down to peck a light and quick kiss on his lips, but I suppose James had other ideas, because his hands find my cheeks and keep me there, relishing in the moment.

"I'm going to miss you," James whispers on my lips as we barely separate, "so damn much."

Within seconds of him speaking the words I find myself immersed in him, lost in us right here and right now, trying to savor the few moments and memories we can make before I ruin yet another thing. Lately destruction seems to be the only thing I'm good at.

I couldn't tell you how long the two of us stayed like that; my mind was too busy to think about time. I'm not sure if it was one minute or ten or an hour. I also suppose that neither of us heard the door opening, or the footsteps, or the dropping of a bag on the floor.

"Am I interrupting something?" A voice that sounds scarily similar to Alex's pulls us out of the trance. We embarrassingly separate our bodies as he just stares at us.

"Oh. Alex how nice to see you again." James comments, before daring to lean back in and kiss me again.

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