Stuck With You

The Weeknd Pt2

Stephanie's POV

The concert was amazing. I starred at Abel (The Weeknd) the whole night, mostly singing along. Every now and then, I would look at Chris to see that he was already looking at me. Every time I looked at him, he just seemed completely happy to have me by his side. When the concert was closing Chris whispered in my ear that he had back stage passes. Could this night get any better?

Backstage, I met dancers and groupies. The whole place was just a big party then I saw him, Abel just a couple meters away. Instantly, I clutched Chris' arm.

Stephanie: Oh my God, what do I do?

Chris: Do you want to try saying hi?

Stephanie: Oh my God he's turning toward us, I can't look. Look for me, is he coming this way? If he talks to me, I think I'll faint.

Chris: Why weren't you nearly this excited to meet me?

Jokingly Stephanie replied: Chris, your music stinks.

Chris smiled. Chris: Oh really? You're paying for that.

Stephanie: What?

Chris: Hey, Abel!

Stephanie: Stop, what are you doing?

Chris: Come here, Abel. I have your biggest fan.

Stephanie buried her face in Chris' arm. Stephanie: I'm begging you to stop, I take it back.

Chris: Aw, too late. HEY, ABEL!

Abel: Hey, boy, I heard you were playing the Square on New Years Eve.

Chris did a handshake with Abel that made Stephanie let go.

Chris: This is my girl... friend. This is my friend, Steph.

Abel: Nice to meet you, you liked the concert?

Stephanie: I- I- I loved.

Chris: We have to go, see you soon, bro.

Abel: Bye, bro.

Stephanie whispered to Chris: The weeknd just said bye to me.

Chris: I know.

Steph: I think I mm going to pass out.

Chris: I'll catch you.

Chris and Stephanie had a quiet ride home, the good, content, quiet. Mainly, because Stephanie still felt sick from the drugs her sister gave her. They got back to the hotel room and got into their pjs. Chris layed in bed, waiting for Steph so he could fall asleep.

Steph got under the covers and held Chris' hand then immediately asked:Can you tell me something?

Chris: Anything.

Steph: Why don't you sleep?

Chris: I don't know.

Steph: Come on, tell me.

Chris: I said I don't know, can you drop it? You're so nosey.

An uncomfortable silence fell until Stephanie broke it: When I was little, my mom would cry herself to sleep every night, actually she cried herself to sleep every night till the day she died. She was just so unhappy with her life. She'd go to sleep crying, then wake her self up crying. Most of the time it was because we were poor. But I remember this time when she got a really good job and we had a really nice apartment yet she cried enough to start a water park. I would ask her why she was crying but she would never answer, my mom would just ask me why I never cried and I would say 'because it wouldn't change anything'. The thing I never got was why she didn't change any thing about her life, she just lived in misery. When I was 19, she killed herself. I would never want anyone to feel how my mom felt. She felt alone and eventually I just stopped asking her why she couldn't sleep. I'm sorry if you feel like I'm being nosey, but your insomnia doesn't bring back the most pleasant memories... I feel like if my mom just would've told me why she was so sad, one time, we could've fixed it and she would still be here.

Chris: You know it's scary to have thousands of people screaming at me sometimes, staring at me while on stage and in the spot light. Sometimes I feel like an animal at the zoo that's just on display. I get so anxious because even when I have peace and quiet, it's not going to last for long. Any moment now someone's going to leak a story or put out a rumor, I hate it. Don't get me wrong I love my fans and the love but it gets overwhelming. I can't leave without permission, it feels like I'm always hiding so I don't make a mistake. Losing my fame because of a stupid mistake would be devastating... so many people depend on me for work  and it's a lot of pressure, too much pressure.

Stephanie: Thank you... for telling me.

Chris: Thank you for asking.

I held Chris' hand again. We both looked up at the ceiling in silence. He put his head on my chest and drifted to sleep, I soothed him by rubbing his back. I had a very protective instinct when it came to Chris. Like I just wanted to protect him from everything.

Author's Note: Hey, im back!  Finally ended the concert! I've spent the whole summer writting other short stories but I'm getting interested in this book again :)