Ch. 23: The Night Before Premiere

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Shailene POV:

The cast of Divergent is going to England for the premiere. We are on the plane right now!

"Zoë, Ansel, ever get those feelings you are going to throw up because you're so nervous?" I ask them.

"Yep." They reply.

"Well I'm getting that feeling now."

"Breathe Shai. Breathe." Ansel chastises me.

I inhale and exhale.

I grab a bottle of water and drink.

"We'll be landing soon."

I nod.

"Oh sugar, honey, ice tea. The feeling returns." I say.

The plane lands.

"Shai. You'll be fine and we'll all be fine. Okay?" Ansel says.

"Okay." I reply.

We got off the plane and a car escorts us to our hotel.

Theo helps me with my bags.

"Theo. I can help too." I say.

"No, just keep walking." He replies.

"Ugh. Fine."

I get our keys and walk to our rooms. He sets my bags down.

"Thank you!" I yell.

He smiles and walks to his room. I close the door behind him.

I need to get enough sleep for tomorrow.

I lay on my bed and drift off.

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I wake up, my heart beating fast, sweating, and crying.

I am too nervous about anything.

I get off my bed and walk to Theo's room.

I knock on his door.

He opens it.

"I'm sorry Theo. I'm sorry if I disturbed you." I say.

He pulls me into a hug.

"What's wrong?" He asks me.

"I'm so nervous. I am just so nervous about this premiere. I feel like I'm going to do something so stupid or what if the fans don't it or--"

"Shai. Slow down. It's going to be fine."

He wipes my tears.

"It's going to be fine." He says.

"And if it's not?"

"It will be. Do you want to stay here tonight?"

"If it's okay with you?"

"It's fine with me. You can sleep on my bed and I will sleep on the couch."

"No Theo. I can take the couch. You can sleep in your bed."

"Shai, I insist."

"Theo I don't think I can sleep alone in your bedroom. Can you sleep there with me?"

"Of course, Shai."

He walk me to his room and I lie down in the bed. He lies next to me.

I can hear him. He's asleep. I turn around to face him.

Careful not to wake him, I trace the outline of his face.

He smiles in his sleep and I smile too.

I fall asleep to the sound of his breathing.

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