Life of a Star (Greyson Chance FF)

FLASH 46-Night of Sparks

Note: The story doesn't end here and is up to 50 chapters plus epilogue :D 

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6 weeks later…

GREYSON

She stared at me with that questioning look on her face, much like asking me if she looked satisfying. And honestly, I would like to say she’s one hundred times better than she could ever thought herself to be.

“Stunning.” Perfect word to say. Great job, Grey!

This time, her ears reddened and not her cheeks. Unusual but hey, I find it cute.

We’ve been on our usual routine as individuals for six weeks; me writing songs at night and her managing their business. Sometimes, I would ask her out on a dinner date and spend some quality time together as a couple. But they were…I’m gonna say it like this…a failure. We couldn’t afford to have each other talking about how our lives went since fans and the paparazzi would always butt in wherever we go. But now, I’ll make it sure that we couldn’t be in a complicated situation with the paps and fans again.

“…how’s work?” I suddenly asked out of nowhere.

“Busy as always. Paperwork at its best. How about you?”

“I’m doing well. I actually finished three songs at the same time last night.”

She beamed, “That’s great. I can’t wait to hear it. Well, can I…at least…take a peek?”

I shook my head and got a childish pout in return. I laughed it off. Who could resist her way of giving expressions?

We both got off the car and I held her hand tight as we made our way inside. I really didn’t want to lose her this time. What’s wrong with a worried boyfriend? Who knows there maybe guys eyeing this beautiful lady and planning to do something not good. I couldn’t stand that.

“What’s with the face?”

I smiled at her sweetly and in a low worried voice I told her, “Danger’s lurking around. Don’t look back at guys who stare at you for a long time.”

Her lips emitted a soft laugh, a laugh I wish I could replay a thousand times because I find it really adorable, “Greyson, you’re being a dolt.”

“Whatever. What best dishes do we have in here? Hm…”

My eyes were checking out their dishes and to be honest these are really fantastic but I just can’t find the best food that would perfectly fit for this night.

“Mind if you tell me what’s going in your head? You’re spacing out, Grey.”

I turned my attention to Belle with sparkling brown eyes and dazzling make-up on her which looked natural.  Damn, why does she always have to be good-looking? Even without make-up she’s still cute.

“Sorry. I was just trying to make this date perfect.”

To my surprise she held the fingers of my hand and locking up an eye contact with me. Does she even notice my hand’s getting sweaty?

“I appreciate that. But you can let things flow smoothly in this night. See? You’re sweating.”

“That’s because you’re holding my hand.”

Her ears reddened and she tried to hide it away by covering it with the dark brown strands of hair.

“I saw everything. You don’t need to keep it.” I smirked.

The waiter came in his usual formal attire, interrupting both of us, “Excuse me for a while. May I have your order?”

“I honestly couldn’t pick something. Hm… what are the best dishes you’re serving?”

“Our specialties include Filet Mignon, Chateaubriand and Roasted lamb. What do you have in mind, sir?”

“I’ll take…filet mignon for two.”

“Coming.”

The food sounds nice plus it would be better if I tried something which is not based on pictures. Y’know I actually judge something from its outer part especially when it’s food. If it doesn’t look good or smells bad like durian, I wouldn’t hesitate to say no.

A few hours later Belle and I were starving to death and the patience meter was really close on getting zero percent but thankfully a girl came back dressed in formal attire bringing the food for table number eleven. If it wasn’t really my manners, I could’ve thrown it right at her face.

NP: The Way You Look Tonight-Michael Bublé

The soothing music started playing from the mini orchestra that was on the stage. I felt the melodious harmony seep into my bones. It was really enlightening and beautiful. Tis would be better if I take the moment and make it perfect.

“*clears throat* Err…can I have this dance, young lady…even if I really don’t know how to dance?”

She threw her head back laughing at me. What? I was just trying to be a gentleman. I frowned. Can’t she notice the effort I’m making?

“You’re too adorable for a gentleman.” She gazed at me with a captivating smile on her lips.

Eh?

She got my hand, pulled me close and it was the first time I believed in sparks.

“Put your right hand on my hip and hold my right with your left ones and raise it in shoulder-level.” She says.

“Looks like you’re the man here and I’m not. You know a lot about dancing.”

“I really do.” She agrees. Then after that, silence was slowly taking over both of us. It was not the type of solemnity I was expecting but I was completely comfortable with it. I took one small glance at her while she wasn’t looking, gaze focused on her shoes. She was always…and still beautiful until now. Her image and smiles never left my mind when she was physically gone. I would---

“Ouch!”

Goodness gracious! I should’ve thought twice about pulling her into a dance.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I didn’t mean to—“

“Shush Greyson. Easy. It’s not like you crushed me.” She says, chuckling.

I felt blood rushing to my cheeks in an instant. Why am I acting like this? It’s so gay, damn.

“…Belle, can you make a promise?”

“Promise?”

I nodded. “Promise to never leave me, promise to be loyal and promise to never stop loving me...”

“Of course. I promise, Greyson Michael Chance.” She says as she leans forward and tiptoes to plant a small yet passionate kiss on my lips.

Few words. But it meant a lot. She’ll be holding a big promise. And I trust her.

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(A/N: This is not that good like the other chapters but trust me on the upcoming one. I'll be putting up a small twist ;) Thank you for reading, xoxo.