Stuck With You

The Weeknd XO

Chris' Pov:

I am such an idiot. I can't believe I said 'I love you' after I only knew Stephanie for a little over a week. I got into my car and instantly got texted the address to pick up the dress especially made for Stephanie. I had never tried so hard to make a girl like me before. I got her concert tickets to The Weeknd, her favorite artist. I didn't like how desperate I felt. I felt like I would be devestated if she rejected me.

I drove there thinking of her. Stephanie always smelled good and her dark hair tickled me when we snuggled. Her soft skin warmed me under the covers. She knew how to make me laugh and her laugh was contagious. Her smile lit up the room. Her dark eyes were deep. When I kissed her, she had the softest lips I had every felt. She was flawless, perfect in every way. I never wanted her to leave me. No girl has ever had me want her this way. Just holding her calmed me and excited me at the same time. Being away from her made me feel empty, like she was a drug and I'm an addict.

Stephanie's Pov:

Was I just drugged? I opened my tired eyes and struggled to move. My body felt heavy and weak. I was on the couch in a beautiful dress. Finally I gained the strength to look around, I got up when I saw I was alone in the room. I stretched and looked down. I was in heels too, my outfit was really cute.

I shook my head to remember what had happened. I was talking to Holly, then I... fell asleep? Fainted?

I went the bathroom to spalsh water on my face but I stopped when I saw the mirror. On the bathroom mirror was a note :

'Dearest Stephanie,

I'm sorry I had to leave so abruptly but I couldn't chance you following me after our conversation. I hope you follow my advice and stop your litte investigation. btw you look hot'

She didn't sign it but I guess she didn't have to, I knew who it was from. On the back of the paper was another note, it said 'destroy this note and tell no one I was here thanx. (don't touch the lip stick)' with a lip mark from where she kissed the paper.

Her lip stick must've been what knocked me out. She drugged me with a kiss... I put the paper down and looked in the mirrow, my hair was curled to perfection and makeup was over done. I did look hot.

I looked at the note one more time before flushing it down the toliet. I put the toliet seat down then sat there thinking with my face in my palms.

I couldn't remember our whole conversation. The only thing I remember is her kissing me on the cheek. I was so focused on trying to remember that I didn't even hear Chris come in.

Chris: Knock knock

Me: Oh, hi.

Chris: You look amazing. Where'd you get that dress?

I thought about Holly asking me not to tell anyone she was here.

Me: It was delivered here.

Chris: By Holly?

Me: I don't know.

Chris: The address she sent me didnt exsist, drove around in circles for awhile. just like Holly. Always playing games.

It surprised me that he was talking about Holly, acknowledging her existence. He usually avoided the 'Holly' subject like the plague. I think he suspected something because I was so over dressed.

Chris: Are you ready? Were a little late for the concert.

I nodded, then he grabbed my hand and we snuck downstairs into his car, avoiding paparazzi and his security. I still felt woozy from the lipstick drug and Chris' fast driving wasnt helping ease my stomache. I guess he noticed because he apologized.

Chris: Sorry but I got 'Before the Show: Backstage Passes' and the concert is all the way in Jersey.

I nodded my head and continued looking out the window. The skyscrapers never ceased to amaze me. I fell back asleep before we even reached the tunnel out of NYC.

I was shaken and my Chris' hands and woke up in the passenger seat of his car, De javu much? He told me we were 'here', the Izod Center in Jersey. Where the mystery celebrity was performing. We got out of the car and started walking inside.

I don't know where the time went but I barley had time to even contemplate whose concert it could be. I didn't like surprises. I know its stupid but it made me feel dumb that someone else (Chris) knew who I was going to see and I didn't. I've always had the competitive urge to know everything. It's how I've always been.

"It's how we are all," Holly's voice echoed in my head. Suddenly the conversation I had with her hit me like a wall of bricks. Another phrase kept echoing in my head,  "Sorry, sister". Holly Woods was my little sister. It dawned on me that Chris knew this, that I had a sister.

Chris: Are you okay, Steph?

I felt a rush of anger then remembered my sister's wish, not to tell anyone she came to my room. If she made Chris drive around trying to find a place that didn't exist then she obviously didn't want him to know either.

Me: I'm fine. I just need to use the rest room.

Chris led me to the bathroom. I went into a stall and just stood there for a second. Holly Woods was my little sister. But why couldn't she or Chris tell me? Why all the secrecy. There had to be someone else keeping them quiet. But who? Who would know my sister and I....... my dad.

The sound of Abel's voice consumed ny thoughts. The Weeknd was my favorite singer but there was no way Chris could know that. I practically burst through the bathroom door and ran to the first opening to the performance I could find. Abel (The Weeknd) was maybe 30 feet away from me. I felt like screaming with excitement and went to reach for my phone to take a picture, then remembered I didn't have my phone because Chris broke it. I could use Chris' phone! Where was he? I turned around to see Chris jogging towards me. Had I ran here that fast? I smiled at him and started taking so fast that his eyes went wide. When I was done he asked me to repeat what I said and I kissed him. I don't know if it was the adrenaline rush from seeing The Weeknd or genuine feelings for Chris but I immediately pulled away from the kiss and turned toward the stage, letting Abel's perfect voice hypnotize me. Chris held me from behind and a big goofy smile was plasted on my face. I felt comfortable and happy for the first time in a long time as I stood in Chris' arms and The Weeknd sang right to me. I wanted this moment to last forever.

Author's Note: Another short Chapter but I felt like there was a bit of a cliff hanger so I wanted to update soon.

Do you like new Woods family drama or should I keep the focus on Chris & Steph?

The story is mostly from Stephanie's view right now, let me know if you want it 50/50 or more Chris :)

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~XO.