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thirteen

Autumn

"Did you say the boys are staying in the same hotel as us?" Libby asks, fixing her hair using her iPhone camera.

"Yeah, I ended up in the lift with Brad again." I tell her, moving forward with the rest of the VIP queue.

"You're so lucky! That's the forth time you've met him in a weekend!" Megan says from the other side of me, reapplying her lipgloss.

"All of the times except meet and greet have been accidents, I swear." I tell them, walking into the room where the boys were.

"Does Brad know your name?" Libby asks, putting her phone into her back pocket.

"I don't think so. I've never told him anyway." I explain, feeling myself grow nervous at the fact I was seeing Brad again.

After Libby and Megan had met them, I walked behind the curtain and was met by a familiar head of brown curls.

"Hey." He smiled, glancing down at me briefly.

"Hey, curls." I smiled back at him, and he hugged me tightly, before lowering his head to mine.

"We need to talk. Meet me at my hotel room after the show." He whispered, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Okay." I nodded, moving along to James.

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After the show, I explained to Libby and Megan that I didn't feel very well, so I'd see them the following morning at breakfast.

I ran over to the hotel, trying to get there before Brad so it wouldn't make another stupid headline.

Once I reached his door, I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.

"You look pretty tired." A voice chuckles from down the corridor and I open my eyes to see Brad walking along, his glasses framing his eyes and a cheeky grin on his face.

"I — ran... I ran here." I panted, standing up from the floor.

"It's alright, let me get you some water." He smiles, swiping his keycard through the reader and unlocking his door, pushing it open for me.

I walked inside and quickly sat down on his bed, still trying to regain my breath.

"Do you want still or sparkling?" He asks from near the door.

"Still please." I reply, leaning back against the pillows.

He appears from behind the wall and throws the bottle at me, causing me to shriek and hold my hands up in fear. The bottle ended up hitting the wall behind me and Brad burst into laughter.

"Catch it next time, princess." He remarked, lying down on the bed next to me and passing me the bottle.

"Thank you." I smile shyly, unscrewing the cap of the bottle and taking a gulp.

The room was silent for a few minutes, the only noise filling the room was my heavy breaths and Brad's fingers tapping his phone keyboard.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" I ask and he shoves his phone into his pocket, looking down at me.

"Uhm, well, Joe had a word with me about the articles." He says, staring at the wall opposite the bed, playing with his fingers.

"Right? Did you get into trouble?" I ask, sitting up so I was facing him completely.

"Yeah, he said it shouldn't happen again and I need to stop seeing you." He says, tearing his gaze off the wall and onto me.

"You can't help but see me, I'm a —!" I shout and he puts his hand over my mouth, causing me to stop what I'm saying.

"Stop shouting." He says calmly, slowly removing his hand from my mouth.

"I just don't want you to get into any trouble, Brad, the times we've bumped into each other have been coincidences." I look up at him and he nods.

"We can still see each other, though, because we've only even seen each other by accident, so it'll still be okay. We can just keep saying it was an accident." He explains, his eyes searching mine.

"Okay." I smile up at him and he smiles back.

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I rub my eyes and sit up, moving my hand along the bedsheet to try and find my phone.

Instead, my hand runs into a body and I jump slightly, my eyes trying to adjust to the darkness.

I sit up slowly, looking to my right at the sleeping figure next to me, and try to remember where I am.

The figure next to me lets out a quiet snore, their curls messy on their pillow and their nose crinkled.

I stare at him for a moment, trying to realise who it was.

Brad.

I pull my other hand from underneath the quilt and pinch the skin on my right arm, causing me to wince.

The room stays as it is and I frown, realising that I am awake and not dreaming.

I stare over at Brad again, taking in his handsome features. Damn, the man even makes sleeping hot.

I watch as his chest rises and falls in correlation with his soft snores and I watch as his nose scrunches up in his sleep.

Before I realise what I'm doing, I'm cupping his cheek and pressing my lips against his.

I pull away quickly, my breathing becoming faster and shallower. I lay back down, pulling the quilt all the way up to my chin and closing my eyes quickly.

It was as I was about to fall asleep I heard a husky voice from beside me mumble,

"What was the kiss for, sweetheart?"

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