That night of ours

Chapter 7

~~~~kindly put your playlist ~~~~~~~
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We went to have lunch in a cute restaurant in Madrid. I wore a pink off-shoulders blouse and a white knee-height skirt. I wore my pink sneakers on them. My hair was pulled back with a pink band. He was wearing a white t-shirt. It looked like the ones he always wore. Along with almost the same pair of black jeans and boots. His hair messy as it is always. He let me order food this time. And actually apologized for the last time. He said he just wanted to make sure that I try the muffin cause he was sure I would like it. We went to choose the stage. He kept practicing. I just watched. He had something different this time after the concert. It was called Q&A (question and answer). He said that only couple of fans he chooses himself are able to ask him one question. Any question they choose and he will just answer. Kinda if a fame thing people do. I don't wanna say it is lame because I mean it is not of any one's business. I mean what if they ask a personal question. Should he answer ? I think it is kinda of annoying and still lame.

He did amazing in the concert. People were screaming his name and his song's lyrics. He was happy. He was doing what makes him happy. He was sitting on a desk. There was lots of other people sitting in front of him. I was just standing behind some curtains. People started asking questions like "What is your favorite food? Would you date a fan? Are you planning on a new album?". I was super bored. Until one question draw my attention. It was "Who is this girl that you take with you everywhere? Is she your girlfriend?" What the fuck?! Are you fucking kidding me?! His Girlfriend?! "Well! No, she is not. She is just my personal assistant. Nothing more nothing less." He said smiling. I took a deep breath in a relive. Oh god! Thank you!

He was laying on his bed. His eyes were on his phone. It looked like he was reading something. I took of my sneakers and my pink band. I sat on his bed. I looked at him as his eyes were sparkling because of the light of the phone reflecting on them. Shit! Why should I stare?! "So? You're just gonna keep on starting at me?" He asked as he put his phone away. "What?! Uhh.. I am not starting at you." I said nervously. He laughed as he sat next to me but he was facing me. "I am messing around with you." He said smiling. "Why do you want me to stay?" I asked slowly. "Cause How can I have a good personal assistant like you and let her go?!" He said smiling. "Shawn! I am serious!" I said. "I like the way you say my name." He flirted. "Don't start again!" I said losing my patience. "I am being serious. I swear!" He said . I laughed a bit. "So? Who's that guy in the picture I saw? Is he your boyfriend?" He asked. I didn't know that he still remembers him. I thought he forgot. I took a deep breath. "Was my boyfriend." I said. "Weird! I have never saw a girl look at her ex-boyfriend's pictures and be mad. Forgot him!" He said. I smiled a bit. "I can't." I said sadly. "Why?" He asked. "Cause he's dead! He's fucking dead!" I said as my tears fell. I have always blamed myself for Justin's death. I never knew why. It is just I felt like I wasn't trying hard enough so he could live. "Toni....I...." " Don't say anything! At all!" I said. I felt his hands on my face. He made me look at him. "I am so sorry." He said as we shared the same breath. "You know what? You need some beach!" He said trying to make me smile. He always knew how to make me smile. "Tomorrow noon we will be in Rio! We will go to the beach!" He said as he stood up. "Dance salsa and swim!" He said in an Spanish accent. I laugh so hard. He took my hand. "Dane with me, mama seta!" He said still the same accent. We danced salas as I laugh. I threw myself on his bed as I breathed heavily. He laid as he held himself up a few centimeters from my face with his strong arms. "Hi." He said. "Hey!" I said. He really was cute. We heard the door knocking. He jumped up and I hurried to my bed. It was Andrew. Oh thanks god he knocked. I could have lost my job.