I Love You (A Prodigy Story)

Chapter 5 - Starbucks and Fish & Chips

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Chapter 5

(Nicky/Nicks)

"So tell me about yourself?"

I hesitated at his question. I was still trying to figure out his motive. We were sitting in Starbucks in a comfy corner sipping on warm drinks. The place was calm and mellow as it was late in the evening. We specifically chose this time of day so we wouldn't be disturbed.

"Well, my real name is Nicole Brookes but I prefer my pseudonym: Nicky B. I'm the oldest of 3 girls and I was born and raised right here, in London"

That was all he was gonna get...for now. He stared at me with intense, soft eyes like he was trying to read me. The same look he gave me when I first interviewed him and the boys. He sipped his hot chocolate whilst holding his penetrating stare. I broke the silence.

"So, Superstar tell me something about yourself that I don't know already" I sat back and he laughed at my request.

"Well, I'm not sure if there is anything to tell, I mean, the whole world practically knows everything about me and the boys so... Yeah" he shrugged his shoulders.

"Come on! There must be something you can tell me"

He paused for a moment.

"I find it hard to sing and dance at the same time"

I burst out laughing at his comment. I laughed so hard that I had tears brimming my eyes - this rarely ever happened.

"Yes! I made you laugh I've been waiting to see that smile" he gushed. I stopped laughing and looked up at him.

"What is your game?" I asked him.

"My game? What do you mean?" he asked completely puzzled.

"Why are you here? Why are you trying to befriend me?" I pressed on.

I knew these questions made it seem like I was an insecure person lacking self confidence but I really wanted to know why he was doing this.

"Well..." he paused for thought. "I've always wanted to meet you. I've always wanted to see if 'The Critic' was as scary and as harsh as people made her out to be. I knew you weren't. You're not rude and blunt like they think you are. Yes, you seem like that on paper but that is only because you're passionate about what you do and you have very strong opinions; I like women who aren't afraid to tell the world how they feel and what they think. I love the confidence you have and the way you carry yourself..." I listened intently as he hesitated. "I guess what I'm trying to say is: I was attracted to you on paper and I wanted to be attracted to you in person" he let out a huge sigh and slumped back into the comfy arm chair he was sitting on.

For the first time ever, I looked at him in a different light. Rather than seeing him as a world dominating superstar who was the lead singer of a highly successful boy band and the member I was once crazily in 'love' with, I saw a grown, mature man trying to find out who I was. He cared about what I did and what I thought. He was trying his utmost best to prove that he wasn't here for extra face-time in the media but here to find out about me.

I wasn't quite sure how to respond to his reason behind befriending me so I simply grabbed his hand and said: "You were always my favourite member" And he grinned at my remark.

(Prodigy)

She got up from her seat, grabbed her coat and scarf and keeping hold of my hand.

"Let's go" she said.

Where was she taking me? I didn't really care as long as I was with her. She dragged me out of Starbucks and out into the cold, busy streets of Central London. It was around 8:30 PM; practically night time but the city was still alive as if it was still day time.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere" was all she said.

As I tried to keep up with her, I thought about whether or not it was right to reveal to her that I had a crush on her. I decided against it because if the feeling was mutual, it was bound to cause trouble for the band and for Nicky. Plus, she had probably already sensed I had a thing for her.

"We're here"

We'd arrived at a small shop that sold what I think was known as 'Fish and Chips' in a 'normal' looking area. We walked into the store.

"Tommy?" Nicky called.

"Nicky! Darlin', how are ya?" a middle-aged, red faced man came to the counter and greeted her.

"I'm good! Tommy, meet my... friend-" She was cut off.

"Ay, would you look at that? Ain't he Prodigy from Mindless Be'avior?"

"Yes he is" she replied proudly.

"They was on the cover of last months issue! I've read ev'ry issue, Nicks" he boasted. Nicky laughed at the amount of pride he carried because he had read every issue.

"Superstar, this is Tommy. He makes the best Fish and Chips in the whole of London"

"Fish and Chips? Like fish and potato chips?" They laughed at my question. It took me a while to understand why.

"Oh, Fish and Chips as in: fries" She nodded her head.

Nicky ordered our food and said bye to her friend Tommy. We strolled casually down the sidewalk munching on our 'chips'.

"These are really good" I said with my mouth full. I swear, I had never tasted anything like it.

"I know. I knew you'd be hungry so I bought you to the best place I knew" She was so normal it was unbelievable. She was one of the highest paid and most famous journalists ever yet she chose to dine like a normal person. Normality was another thing I was attracted to.

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We reached the Starbucks we had originally been at ready to go our separate ways. I didn't want the night to end. By now, we had finished our chips and were getting ready to say good bye. I held both her hands.

"I had a great time"

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds then looked back down to the ground. She cleared her throat then began to speak.

"Yeah, me too..."

"Maybe we should do this again sometime?" I asked feeling hopeful.

"Yeah, definitely..." She replied.

I bent down slightly and leant in.

(Nicky/Nicks)

He bent down slightly, leant in and gave me a peck on the cheek. At that moment, a chill ran down my spine and I sensed multiple camera flashes going off.

I pulled my hands from his grasp and noticed a sea of paparazzi had surrounded us and were taking pictures of us together. We sprinted round the corner so I could get into my car and hopefully, get away but the paps were right behind us.

He opened the door quickly allowing me to slide into the driver's seat of my car and plug my key into the ignition.

"See you later" he said with a wink as he closed my door. I smiled at him and drove off with speed.

We had been caught by the paparazzi. How could I have let this happen? This only meant a whirlwind of trouble for both of us. Why did I let him kiss me? A million questions ran through my mind whilst I worried about what I'd have to face tomorrow morning. The trouble was only about to begin.