star ; daniel seavey

C H A P T E R 23

—nova's pov—

as i talked to nolan about our crazy stories, my phone kept buzzing, so i turned it to check who kept calling and texting

'ohhhh someone's popular, now who is it?' nolan asked in a playful manner

'it's just daniel, he probably finished his interview' i reply turning it on 'do not disturb' and putting it back on the table

'you should probably respond to him' nolan says as he points to my phone

'i'll respond after our brunch, i'm way too intrigued with your stories' i smile as i lean on my hand

'are you sure? isn't he gonna get worried?'nolan questions, his eyebrows furrowing

'he should be fine' i reply, waving it off, 'he's a big boy and can handle me not replying for a while'

'if you say so' nolan shrugs

—daniel's pov—

'has she picked up yet?' jonah asks as i pace back and forth in the hotel room

'no she hasn't, she hasn't even read any of my text messages' i respond

'she could be working you know' corbyn suggests

'maybe, but she would still respond even if she was working' i sigh, sitting next to corbyn

'give it an hour or so and wait for her response' corbyn states

i throw my head back into the couch cushion, 'hopefully she responds'

'she will, you're her boyfriend, she's gonna want to check up on you' jonah remarks

'sure' i reply defeated

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'are you sure you want to wear a jacket zach? it's like 85 degrees outside you know' jack asks as zach slips on a black jacket

'i'm pretty good with wearing a jacket in 85 degree weather mOtHeR' zach mocks

'well don't come to me when you start complaining about how hot it is' jack shrugs

'well i won't' zach huffs

'don't forget to drink water then zach' jonah exclaims as he tosses a water bottle at zach

'yeah yeah, i know to keep hydrated' zach remarks as he drinks from the bottle
'well someone's moody today' corbyn points out as he walks into the room

'for sure' i add

my phone begins to buzz, i pull it out of my back pocket to see who the caller was

'who is it?' corbyn asks

'it's nova' i reply

'go pick it up then!' corbyn exclaims, shoving me into the other room and slamming the door

'well ok then' i mumble before picking up the call

'hey baby' nova sweetly greets

'hey, how are you' i reply

'pretty good, how about you' she continues

'pretty tired, but i'm ok. why didn't you respond to my calls or texts?' i respond

'one of my colleagues wanted to take me out to brunch and i didn't want to come off as rude' she sighs

'but you still could've shot me a text telling me you were going out to brunch' i add

'i know i could've, i'm sorry i didn't. i got caught up in a couple things' she sighs once more

'it's ok, i know you're under a lot of stress right now' i sympathetically say

'yeah, but you are too. i should be the one checking up on you and not the other way around. what you do is probably more stressful and tiring than my work' she argues

'baby i'll be fine, i just wanna make sure you're ok and that you're doing fine' i smile

'fine, you win this time' she laughs

'well i better let you go so you can relax and get ready for tomorrow' i laugh as well

'ok, and go easy today if you can, i don't want you getting sick' she continues

'i'll try not to, but that's never a guarantee' i laugh once more