You Should Be With Me (Trey Songz)

Chapter 2: We Met

"Flight 189 to Sydney, Australia is now boarding at Gate E"

I woke up to the sound of my flight being called over the loudspeaker at LAX airport.  I'm groggy and extremely tired.  Sleep is so scarce when you work for a celebrity. I try to catch a few zzz's wherever I am. I've  been taking naps in airports, green rooms, and tour buses for the past 6 weeks while touring with The Weeknd for his "The Last Fall" Tour. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my internship, the pay is phenomenal, the experience is amazing, and I couldn't have a better team to work with but I didn't know that "no sleep" was part of the deal. 

I mean, why am I complaining? Being a 21-year-old assistant tour stylist is a HUGE deal and also kind of unheard of but  I have been getting some amazing opportunities! I get to style The Weeknd (Abel) for his shows and appearances, party with Celebs for free, stay in five-star hotels (even though I never have the chance to get a good night's rest) but I couldn't ask for a better life right now. 

I lean over and tap Lena, the tour manager, on the shoulder. 

Usually, we travel with Abel and his security team but since this is the first international city that he'll be touring in, we want to get there a few days before him to see if we can scout out any unique pieces to add to his wardrobe options his upcoming appearances. 

"Lena, that's our flight," I say while still tapping her shoulder. Lena jumps up and looks around bewildered.

"Huh?" She replies, clearly trying to fight herself out of her sleepy fog.

"They just called our flight number. It's time to board" I said while grabbing my carry on bags.

"Oh, ok" Lena says as she begins grabbing her belongings.

We quickly begin making our way to the gate. As we arrive at the entrance, we hand the stewardess our tickets. She scans them and gives us a pleasant smile as we walk past her to get settled on our flight. 

Once on the plane, I find my private pod in the first class section. I love when I get a window seat in my own little corner. 

As I'm trying to stuff my bag into an overhead cabinet, I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

I turn to look and I'm staring Trey Songz in the face. Immediately I feel my face get hot as I struggle to find my words.

"I was watching you struggle with your bag. Do you mind if I help you with that?" he says as he flashes his perfect white smile. 

"Uh...oh! Ummm...yeah! Totally. Thanks" I stammer as I quickly smooth my hair back into my ponytail. It was at that moment that I was grateful that I was rocking my wine colored velvet tracksuit and tan Uggs. It wasn't the BEST outfit but its super comfy and it hugged my petite coke shaped body just right. 

"Get a grip," I thought to myself as I watched THEE Trey Songz grab my bag and effortlessly stuffed it into the overhead compartment. 

"I hope you'll be around to help me get that thing out" I blurted. 

Trey smiled and replied, "I got you, cutie. I'll be right over there"  he pointed to the seat across from me. 

" I'm Trey by the way" he grinned as he stuck out his hand and I quickly grabbed it.

"I'm Nyla." I chirped back.

"Nyla, that's a beautiful name" he stated " Well, I'm going to get settled in over here but I look forward to chatting with you during the flight. If you're up to it, maybe we can check out the first-class bar?"

"Sounds like a good idea" I responded with a smile and he turned to get settled in his seat. 

As I sat in my seat waiting for the plane to take off, I closed my eyes and calmed myself. I just met one of the most handsome playboys of all time and he was totally hitting on me! Was he hitting on me? Although I was overwhelmed with excitement, I was also extremely tired and sleep quickly overcame me.... 

What do you guys think will happen during this flight???