"It's just acting...Or is it?"

Chapter 32

Rye's POV.

"No. We handled it. It's not going to make you look bad." I sigh turning on the kettle.

"But it practically said that you two were together." She whines.

"I clearly said I had a girlfriend so I don't know what to tell you Nicole. The people are going to think what they want."

A moment of silence goes by.
"Fine. I guess your right? Well besides that you looked really shaken up in that interview. How are you babe?" She says unsympathetically.

"Don't call me babe. And yeah I was, but I know you don't actually care. So can I go enjoy the rest of my evening?" I slowly pour hot water into my bee mug.

"Yes. Tell Andy I said hello. Bye babe." Beep beep. I stare at the call ended screen. Why can't things just be easier? Why does everything have to feel so complicated? Why can't I just be with Andy like I want to? If our fans really cared about us they wouldn't care who we were with. Most of them probably want me and Andy to be together.

I set my tea down on the counter and cover my face with my hands. My head is throbbing, probably from all the stress of the day.

"Ugh I don't care." I groan as my phone buzzes. My eyes peep through my fingers, only to see a notification from Instagram.

Ding. Buzz buzz. "Oh my god. Just leave me alone." I growl holding you down the power button and sliding it off.

My hands immediately go back to my face leaning my elbows on the table. The room is quiet with only the faint sound of someone's music coming from upstairs. I massage my temples not even hearing the door open.

Two arms softly wrap around my stomach.
"Hi" he whispers.
"Hi." I whisper back. "You feeling better?"

"Mmm hmm." He hums. "But you on the other hand...You okay?"

He lets go and hops up on the counter top.
"No I have a really bad head ache." I sigh setting my self In between his legs.

"Why?" His hands meet my, still damp, hair softly running his fingertips though it. Such a simple thing and I already feel warm inside.

"Nicole. The band. Blair. You." My hands softly run up his thighs.

"Me I didn't do anything! Wait did I?" His eyes widening at the sentence.

"Oh, no. Course not. It just our situation." I correct myself. A streaking pain goes through my head. I place my head on his shoulder.

"Oh. Yeah I get that."
A long comfortable silence goes by. My head still pounds but the smell of Andy is clouding my thoughts, making it slightly better some how. He slowly brings his hand to my forehead.

"Rye.." he says softly.

"Mmm" I hum in response.

"I think you have a fever." He pulls me off his shoulder touching my neck. "Do you feel nauseous?"

"No. But my entire body hurts, it's cold in here, and I have a really bad headache...Oh no Andy I can't get sick!"

"It's not the end of the world. I'm going to give you something for your fever and your going to go lay down. Okay ?" He says in his parent voice making me smile.