Ma Chèrie » Emerson Barrett « || COMPLETE ||

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Your POV

While Emerson and I stood outside talking, he couldn't keep his hands off me. I was funny, really. He would touch my hips, intertwine his fingers with mine, and more. I knew he wanted off tour as much as I wanted him off tour. I knew he wanted to fuck me too, just by how he was acting.

I saw his brothers walk up to us, while we were talking he was unloading the white VIP's area for the show. Getting out drums and amps with my help.

"Oh my god, there's Emerson." Remington said. "Sebastian and I have been looking for you everywhere." Remington said sharply as he approached Emerson.

"Oh. Sorry?" He said. I watched the two of them, it seemed like they forgot I was standing there while they argued. I let out a loud cough. They both looked at me. Emerson looked at me with the sorry look and Remington looked at me.

"Oh. Sorry I didn't see you there." He frowned slightly. "You look oddly familiar." He added.

"I'm Emerson's best friend, Y/n." I smiled.

"And girlfriend" Emerson added.

"Oooh" he said. "Now I see why you look familiar." I nodded.

We chatted for awhile until the VIP set, I watched as Emerson played. Everything about what he did was so smooth and he looked like he was enjoying himself. Every time I looked at him he was smiling wide, and it only grew bigger when we made eye contact.

After the VIP show and questions with pictures we headed inside, Emerson dragged me along with his fingers intertwined with mine. Many fans saw and said "Aww. Cute."

I stood next to Emerson at the merch table, he bought me a drink because I was still too young to get my own.