Unexpected

Chapter 15

*Vic's P.O.V*

James and I head to the party. It must of been exclusive as there were paps outside snapping pictures and asking about our personal lives. The fact James and I were holding hands was grabbing a lot of attention and I expected to pull back, but he didn't, he only gripped tighter. We were able to get inside however it proved difficult and security was needed to push back the hungry journalists.
"You okay babe?" James asked
"Yeah yeah, but overwhelming though" I exhaled
"Tell me about it, I never get use to it"
"Reassuring that James"
He laughed and dragged me towards the entrance of the main event. We headed in and there were lots of people there, elegant, tall, glamorous women and classically stunning men. They were all recognisable faces, clearly famous, the room was intimidating to say the least. We caught sight of Matt and Emma talking to a group of what I can only assume were Emma's friends.
"Hi darling" Emma said kissing my cheek "don't you look beautiful" she said standing back to admire
"Oh stop that" I smiled "you're a vision" I gestured towards her
"Why thank you" She said in a 'posh' accent
"You're very welcome" I mimicked
Matt pulled me in for a hug by surprise
"Oh my little Vicky" he said squeezing me and rocking me from side to side. I pushed him back laughing
"You are a weird bastard you know that?" I giggled
"Oh I know, I know" he laughed back

The night was good and I was being introduced to people I knew and people I didn't, it was fun but you weren't able to relax as you never know who's watching. The new support act for busted and now a love affair, I didn't realise how scandalous it was being made out to be until tonight and I didn't want the band not to be taken seriously because of my relationship with James.

"Vic?" I heard with a hand on my shoulder, I turned around and Sam was stood there "can I talk to you for a minute" gesturing I was to step away from James and talk to him privately.
"Sure"
We headed into a corner of the venue where the music was quieter and we could hear one another.
"Don't panic or anything but I've just seen Jerry walking around"
"Fuck off, I saw him the other day when I went shopping with Carrie. What is her doing here?"
"I don't know Vic might be nothing but if he came here because of you we need to be careful, don't want him selling stories about you, it would fuck everything up"
"Shit, shit, shit, I know it would, fucking hell it would ruin everything Sam"
"It okay, it okay we can sort it" he said bringing me in close, embracing me.
This was bad, so bad, Jerry could make so much money on what he knows about my past, it would literally kill everything we have before it's really started. Why is it me? Why do I fuck things up for everyone around me? I'm so tired of this.