The Violin, The Girl, and The Fire

Chapter Fourteen

(I love The Weekend! This is my fav song by him, and the song Cole is singing. Sorry, I haven't updated in a while, I've been very busy with the awards. Expect regular updates from now on!)

"I have a surprise for you," Cole says, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"What is it?" I sit up in his bed after rubbing my eyes for a moment.

"It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you."

"Oh."

"Come to the roof in twenty minutes." he gets up and heads for the elevator.

"But..." he steps in and the elevator doors close after him. Okay cool, I'm stuck in someone's room well, a hot someone. With nothing to do for the next twenty minutes. What is he going to show me? What is Zander doing right now? Wait, I shouldn't think about him. Although I do feel bad for coming here in spite of him. He's probably kissing that blondie or whatever. How am I supposed to know that it's been twenty minutes? Why aren't there any clocks here?

...

That's enough of waiting, I'm going up. I don't give a shit if it hasn't been twenty minutes yet. I slowly make my way to the elevator in his boxers. Wait... Should I really go out in boxers? I mean... Who cares? The elevator begins to go up and my heart beats harder as I get closer to the roof. What is going to happen? The doors open and I step out. The concert floor is replaced with pool water, only with a small path going to the bar and a circular area in the center with a chair. The bartender motions for me to come over and I walk among the small path over towards him. When I arrive he pushes a blue martini to me.

"It's on the house, enjoy the show." he smiles and I take a sip from the drink. God, this is so good. What does he mean by the show? He seems to answer my thought by gesturing to the chair on the small platform. I carry my drink as I go to the chair and sit down. It is faced exactly toward the stage which hasn't changed. He's gonna perform for me. Is he? My question is answered when a loud beat begins to play from the speakers. The stage lights turn a vibrant red, lighting up not only the stage but the rest of the concert as well.

The beat begins to play from the big black speakers, anticipation builds inside of me. I find myself taking a few extra sips from my drink when Cole's tall body walks onto the stage. He sings slowly into the microphone, his blonde hair is damp, and he looks so provoking under the red lights. He sings like he's so into the music, the way he walks around the stage, dragging the microphone stand, with his head to the red sky. Stopping sometimes to lightly stomp his foot to the beat. The way he closes his eyes and how hypnotizing his voice is. I can't keep my eyes off of him, even when I bring the cool blue liquid to my mouth, I just can't.

His eyes find me as he performs and I can make out the slight smirk he gives. The fire ignites, illuminating the smirk and he looks wicked. Suddenly I find him strolling toward me, directly off the stage, in a slow manner. When he gets to the pool of water that separates the two of us, he walks on top of it. Like he is literally walking on top of it, he still continues to slowly walk as if he's walking on something invisible. His singing voice still continues to play in my head. What the hell is going on? How is he doing this? What is he doing to me? He reaches the same platform as me and stalks his prey, like a fox and a rabbit.

When he gets to me; still continuing to sing. His hot breath touches my face: Cinnamon and vanilla. God even his breath smells like him, what the hell? My hands clench onto the arms of the chair as he closes the space between us. He moves to my ear and bites it gently, my eyes flutter close and the world leaves me completely, all I can see is black and all I can hear is his singing.