A million miles - is what it all takes.
She would do it to earn some little money; he would do it to chase his dreams to be on stage. She does it for her family; and, he does it to win her heart.
But is the boy who is literally every girls' dream wi...
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"Could you hold this?" he said, handing her a red shirt. The color had faded but it was nonetheless soft and comfortable.
She lifted it, smiling at the oversized shirt. She had seen him wearing it multiple times before in his pictures. It must be one of his favourites.
"You know," he interrupted, running a hand through his hair. "You don't have to just stare at it. You can try it if you really want to. I do- "
She squealed, kissing him sloppily on the lips before running into the bathroom with his shirt. He shook his head in amusement.
"I think I know what to give you for Christmas!" he said, taking out his belongings.
After a wild night at the fashion show, Anaeya allowed him to stay with her for a night. There was a strange look on her face when she exchanged a glance with Rayna after he casually told her about the waiter incident.
"What? Is it CNCO merchandises?"
Christopher raised an eyebrow questioningly and said, "Do you have any? I would like to see some."
She was silent for a bit, then answered in a monotone voice, "I actually don't have any."
He frowned, climbing out of bed. She sounded upset.
"But it is okay," she said. Then, he heard some muffled noises coming from the bathroom. "Finally being able to see you all in Miami HQ is already like a dream come true."
"Ana?" he called out, pushing the door open.
The girl stood in front of the mirror wiping her tears. She widened her red eyes when she saw him coming in. He pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back to comfort her.
"I'm okay," she muttered. But he sighed, unconvinced. "I'm okay. Besides, I already have your shirt. It is more than sufficient."
He hummed, pulling away as he analysed her.
His shirt was dangling loosely on her small shoulders, revealing her elegant collarbones. His shirt was so large that it looked like a dress on her, covering one quarter of her legs.
She twirled around, looking into the mirror. "I really like it. I think its way better than any CNCO merchandise."
He smiled. "That's because its my shirt and you love me."
"I love this shirt more!" she said, playfully.
"I'm afraid you have to give it back then," Christopher said, pretending to be offended. "Come on. Take it off."
"What? Now?" she asked, crossing her arms. He nodded. "But I'm not wearing my bra."
"That's fine. My love is cheaper than the shirt," he stated, smirking. "No tax included. I could give you a discount."
