HER STAR, HIS EVERYTHING.

chapter 3

" The show was amazing as always, Dallon." Breezy gushes.

" Thanks." he said, smiling. " Ryan- what did you think? You think we did alright?" he asks his bandmate, crossing his legs. They sat in his living room, sipping beer a few days later, celebrating yet another successful album.

" we did fantastic." he says, taking another swig of beer. " Although i think it would of been better if you gave other songs a change. Danced a bit."

" Danced on some graves," he teased back, referencing to there song ' If You Like It Or Not.'

" Brendon was there, you know."

Dallon frowned. " Brendon was there? Why?"

" He was looking for you after the show. Wearing quite the suit."

" Hm. i'm sorry i missed him. I was backstage." he said, remembering Emily. " i was talking with a fan."

Ryan nodded. " He waited for a bit, then left- said he had other plans anyways."

Breezy raised her eyebrows, and dallon swiftly got up, cursing. " I'll be back-" he said, before slipping on his coat and leaving through the front door. Dallons phone buzzed, and he glanced at his screen, to see a snapchat from Emily Breezer.

Excusing himself, Dallon went into his bedroom, laying on the bed cross legged as he opened it. Emily had sent a photo of blackness, which suggested she'd covered the screen. ' Made a new song...' the caption read.

He smiled at the camera, tilting his head at an angle. ' You can show me yourself, emily. It's fine.' he said. ' You don't have to be shy with me.'

A few moments later, he got a photo of a white flowered bedspread, and her knees and her feet. ' You sound like a pedofile.'

Dallon rolled his eyes. ' I promise you i'm not.'

Emily sent a photo of her hair- which was wet and stringy. He just barely saw her jawbone. ' I believe you. Don't worry.'

He smiled, and sent her another photo.

His phone buzzed with a received text and he saw Emilys smiling face, her dimples bright red. She must of just gotten out of the shower.

' There we go.' he texted. ' Now- you said you had a song?'

' My brother Jayden had me tell you.'

He frowned. ' You have a brother?'

' Yes- he plays drums and guitar. He knows we met. He thinks this song is one I should show you.' she wrote, Frowning.

Dallon sighed. ' Okay. Go ahead.'

He opened the image she sent- and read the lyrics.

' That's nice. Good- but sad.' he wrote ' What was the inspiration?" he asked, concerned. Emily's words had so much emotion and pain inside them... he couldn't help but wonder.

' My father.' Her feet again.

' Did he hurt you?' he asked worriedly.

' Not physically.'

' I'm sorry.' he said, sighting. ' Are you still with him?'

' No-' she replied. ' He passed a few years ago.'

' Oh.'

' I have to go now. My mom needs to go to work- which means I have to go to sleep.' Emily sent, a half smile on her face.

' Okay.' he sent- smiling. ' Goodnight.'

' 'Night' Emily sent. Dallon kept the photo open a moment- studying it. He saw no posters on the wall- It was just blank. Frowning, he also noticed her shoulder- her hair had moved as she'd tilted her head, revealing a strap.

She was topless.

Shutting his phone off, Dallon groaned, covering his face with his hands. Emily was cute- but she was shirtless teen, and he was older by eight years.

And she was a fan.

He didn't go after fans0 that was a no in his book.

And yet- he'd kissed her.

He groaned again, rolling over and pressing his face into the pillows.

What was he doing? He felt as if he'd known emily for a long time- whereas, in reality, he'd spent less then an hour with her.

But- he'd felt like he'd had a connection with her... she was shy- and so sweet!

Closing his eyes, he rolled back over, turning his phone back on.

He needed to clear his head.

' Hey, Brendon- can i come over tonight?'

Brendon handed him a beer, sitting beside him on the bed.

Dallon grabbed him by the shoulders, kissing him. Brendon jumped in surprise, pulling away. " Dallon-"

" Sorry-" Dallon apologized. " Just... need to clear my head." he explained. Brendons eyes turned sympathetic. " Drink up- you wont remember anything by then."

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" Honestly, He sounds like a creep." Jayen Layber said, scowling.

Emily hugged her phone to her chest. " He is not!"

" And he probably noticed you shirtless." Jayden added. " He'll keep coming back. Like a pedofile."

Emily shoved him. He pulled his hood back over his brown hair, as he handed her a shirt. She pulled it on over her long, damp hair, scowling.

" You know," Jayden said haughty. " If dad we're alive, you'd have no skin left. He'd beat you raw."

Emily clenched her jaw, tears gathering in her eyes.

She'd lied to Dallon.

Her brother was right- she would be beaten raw and senseless.

She wiped hard at her cheek, where a tear was making its way down. " But he's not here Jayden. And i'm overage- i'm not a minor anymore."

" He's almost 30, emily!" Jayden cried angrily. " Thirty! An eight year difference between you two- he's twenty six, for gods sake. A man, Emily." he said, eyes hard as he looked at her. " And your still just a girl."

" I AM NOT!" Emily cried. " Can you just be happy for me, Jayden?" she sobbed. Her heart ached. " Besides, it's not like it's gonna go anywhere."

" No star would give a fan his number and snapchat just for politeness or ' Just to help', Emily. He wants your body."

" That's not true!"

" How do you know, Emily? Your not in a full grown mans mind."

"Stop calling him that." she sniffed, holding her phone to her chest again.

" He kissed you, Emily."

" It was a birthday gift," she argued.

" Lamest excuse, if id ever heard one."

"Get out-" she said, shoving him off of her bed. " Get out!"

He looked at her for a moment. " Don't expect this to stay under wraps if he comes after you." He said, leaving through her door.

Sobbing, Emily cried into her phone.

'Dallon??' A red, teary eyed Emily popped up on Dallons screen.

' Heyo' head spinning, he looking into the camera. His face was bright red. ' what's the matter, sweetheart?'

She replied. ' Oh Jesus- Your drunk.'

' No.' he replied.

' Look- I lied. My father used to beat me. My brother doesn't like you. He thinks your a pedofile. Text me when you're sober.'