Make Me Your King

Chapter 6

I don't believe in true love. I especially don't believe in love at first sight. I don't believe in soulmates and fate is nothing but a sorry excuse for people to give up and go with whatever the world throws at them, pretending everything is some sort of sign sent from a supernatural being. I believe we take a liking to someone, as simple as that. We pick someone randomly, there's no fate. There's nothing supernatural about it. Nothing divine.

But shit, this doesn't feel simple. I feel like I'm drowning.

I couldn't stop thinking about our encounter. We hadn't said much to each other, but I felt a deep connection. I couldn't pry my eyes away from his comforting gaze. His face was a galaxy, each freckle a delicate star. His eyes were filled with supernovas, dazzling, a rare beauty. Everything about him seemed so perfect. He seemed so perfect.

I envy her. I envy Kat. She gets to see him whenever, give him all her love and more. She gets to call him hers. I bet they fuck, too. Who wouldn't want to bang that hunk of a man? Good God, I wish he was mine. I want to know every inch of him like the back of my hand. I want to take walks in the park with him, holding hands, stealing glances, stealing kisses, loving each other. I want to take him back home and show him all-

Home.

Fuck. I've just begun the tour, I have performances for months, all across the US. Once the tour is over, I'll return home. Eleven hours. Eleven hours from the man I think I love.

Woah. Love? No, no, it's not... I'm not....

I think I am. I think I'm in love. I'm in love with a complete stranger I know nothing about; A stranger with a girlfriend who might not even feel the same way; A stranger living on the other side of the world. What kind of soap opera is this?

I laid in bed for another half hour thinking about him. Thinking about how I might never see him again- how I might never get to know how amazing he truly is.

I can't. I can't bear it.

I sat up and reached for my phone resting on the nightstand. On the other bed, Billy stirred. Carefully, I took my phone and ducked under the covers. 12:45. Almost one in the morning. I doubt he would be up this late.

I unlocked my phone and opened Instagram. I went to my following list and searched "Aidan". Aidan Elliott. Time to slide into some DMs.

Declan McKenna: Hey

I waited. I don't know what I'm going to say. I leave tomorrow at 6, we don't even have time to go sightseeing or-

Aidan Elliott: Hey!

Oh.

Fuck.

Now what?

Declan McKenna: A bit late, isn't it?

Aidan Elliott: Haha, a bit. I have trouble sleeping.

Declan McKenna: Ah, that's no good.

Aidan Elliott: Yeah.

Declan McKenna: We should hang out.

Aidan Elliott: Don't you leave tomorrow?

Declan McKenna: Yes.

Aidan Elliott: When were you thinking?

Fuck.

Declan McKenna: Now.

Aidan Elliott: Um. It's almost one in the morning. Katelyn just dropped me off, I don't have a car.

Declan McKenna: Don't worry about it. Text me the address, I'll pick you up.

Aidan Elliott: ...

Aidan Elliott: Okay.

Perfect. I quietly kicked away the covers and slid out of bed. I could borrow the van, we don't have to leave until 6. I tiptoed around the room and eyed the keys on the dresser. I'll just drive around with him, we won't be long. Carefully and quietly, I lifted the keys from the dresser and made my way out of the room before realizing I had forgotten a few things. Setting the keys on the floor, I searched the dark room for jeans and a shirt. Shoes, too, almost forgot my shoes.

By 1:20 I was in the van and copying Aidan's address into Google Maps.

What a night.