Only You

Four.

Sometimes being a rock star's daughter had its advantages. I sent one text to Megan that I needed a dress for the Golden Globes in 10 hours and she had made all the phone calls to have seven dresses be delivered that night by my stylist, Roxy Hansen.
I boasted to Megan and Roxy about my mini coffee date as I stood half naked in my living room.

"After I texted you, Megan, we went for a walk on Sunset. He was stopped a few times since he had to finally take off his sunglasses..." Roxy slipped another dress on me. It was a stunning floor length, rose gold sequined dress. "...so he called his driver over to give me a ride home. We made out in the car for like twenty minutes,
no joke." I positioned the dress on my body while Roxy zipped it up.
"You guys made out again?" Megan could tell I was giddy like a schoolgirl.
"But this time, he wasn't acting for a camera so it was completely different! He was gentle with his touch but firm and confident with the way he kissed me."
"Ohh, he likes you!" Roxy sang in her Australian accent. She fluttered her eyelashes over her bright green eyes. I shook my head shyly.

"He sort of told me that before he left."
"What!" The girls both shrieked together. Their outburst made me react with a little jump.
"Well, sort of! He said he has had a crush on me since my Resurrection Tour in 2012. That's why he wanted to do the photo shoot."
"And now he saw your boobs."
"The world has seen more than that, Rox." I reminded her of my poor decision with my first boyfriend when I was 18, laughing at Megan's now annoyed face.
"Do you think he watched it?" Roxy asked, walking me over to the full body mirror she brought with her. I nodded my head. Roxy gasped.
"He told me he was never expecting to meet me so how was he supposed to know?"
"Oh, my god. What if he jacked off to it?" Megan added from across the room.
"Could you not?!" I yelled at her. She laughed maliciously.

"Do you like him?" Roxy asked me. The both of us ignoring Megan's question. I shrugged a shoulder.
"I don't know. He's a damn good kisser and a gentleman. It's difficult to not be interested in where this could go." I finally admired the dress as it delicately sat on my petite frame perfectly. Roxy showed me how it would look with my hair up or down. "This is perfect, Rox. Thank you!" I hugged her tightly. She unzipped the dress and helped me step out of it. I threw on a baggy Guns 'N Roses t-shirt, thanked Roxy again and wiggled a cigarette out of the carton. I grabbed my phone and lighter from the dining table where Megan had been on the phone with Mykie, arranging my morning.
The cement floor on the balcony was cold and sent a shiver up my spine. I saw that Chris had texted me a few ministers ago. I read it in my head and lit the cigarette:

Did you find a dress?

I replied back, excited for the good news.

Yes! It's stunning!

The message went from delivered to read. Gotta adore a man that has the read receipts on. He replied quickly:

I know your smile is but how does the dress look?

I rolled my eyes at his charm, like he could see me. I replied and admired his conversation giggling:

You make me smile!

Ditto. I can't wait to see you tomorrow.

Don't you mean today? It's 2am!

Fuck. You're right! I'll see you today. Goodnight beautiful.

☺️
Goodnight handsome.

I caught myself staring at the small delivered word with anticipation of it switching to read. I put out my cigarette in the ashtray on the small table. I listened to the sirens, honking horns and dogs barking. The soundtrack to the city.

I was woken up by Megan, per usual. Severely early, per usual. I didn't know if I was nervous because of appearing at an award show for the first time in more than five years or seeing Chris again.
I sipped on my coffee while Mykie went to work on my makeup. I only trusted my hairstylist of over ten years, Camille, to work on my hair. She happily arrived at the short notice which is pretty usual for my team. They rely on me and I rely on them.
The show would begin at 7pm so we had to be there around 5pm for all the red carpet stuff. Chris was presenting an award which meant there wasn't going to be any importance for only him in the photos alone. It made me even more nervous. Mykie packed on the eyeshadow as I took in a sharp deep breath.

"You okay?" She asked. I nodded my head, keeping my eyes closed. I allowed her to finish my eyes. I felt Camille start to brush out my long hair. We decided on a neutral smokey eye and sultry loose curls. I waited for Mykie to step away from my face before I let out a big yawn. I glanced around the area around me for my phone.
"Shit. Where's my phone.." Mykie pointed up for me to look in that direction. "Ari?" I cried out into the giant apartment. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor with her approach. "Ari. Can you find my phone, please?"
"Dude, you need to relax." She commented. I blinked my eyes out of being angry from staring up at the ceiling. "Here." She said behind me. I yanked the phone from her hand to see two texts from Chris. The sigh of relief almost echoed through the apartment.

"Thank you, sis. He texted me." I said to her, almost as if it would excuse me acting like a diva. She waddled back to her bedroom. I read the texts, of course smiling uncontrollably. He said 'good morning' and let me know what time he would be at my place with the car. I shifted my eyes to the time at the top of my phone.

1:12pm

He would be here in about three hours. Fuck, that made me even more nervous. At least I know it wasn't the award show. For now.

Chris arrived right on time. We had about a 30 minute drive to the show. I sat next to Chris in the giant SUV. Megan came with me despite it was usually the publicist that went with the 'talent' to the award shows.
Chris was with his publicist, also named Megan. The four of us laughed at how interesting the night is going to be with calling for our Megan's if someone asked the wrong question or pestered us.
The thought of someone bringing up my addiction, survived overdose and rehab in front of Chris worried me. Chris smiled at me. I smiled back nervously.

"Nervous?" She asked. I shrugged a shoulder.
"Why am I so nervous? I've been going to award shows since before I could walk."
"It's a lot to take in. I hope I didn't rush you into this." Chris whispered to me. The Megan's pretended to focus on their phones.
"No, no. Maybe it's the fact that I'm wearing heels." I attempted to lighten the mood. He scooted himself closer to me. His cologne tickled my nose. "I think I'm nervous about nosy questions."
"You don't have to answer any questions, if you don't want to." My Megan joined into the conversation.
"I don't?"
"No. We can skip that." She reassured me. I let out a sigh of relief.

"We can make a red carpet appearance then go right to our seats." Chris added. He smiled gently at me.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He took my hand into his and kissed the back of it. The gesture made me melt into the seat.
"We're here, guys." My Megan announced to the car. Chris and I looked out the window to the giant crowd of people.
Here goes nothing.