Apartment below

Chapter 34

Peyton

"Sooo what're you doing..?" Vanessa spoke up from beside me. Amir said that to 'make it look real' she has to come on the private plane with us and at this point I'm not sure if she even knows it's not real

"I'm writing" I mumble I'm response. "Well do you want help?" She questioned. I shook my head no, my eyes staying glued to the notepad in front of me "if this is what going in the private plane is like then I'm not surprised she left, it's so boring" she whined, falling back on the pillows of the bed

"She left because of you" I reply. She huffed, "it was a joke, silly! Don't you know how to laugh" she replied sarcastically. I ignored her, continuing to write down lyrics that came into my head

"Peyton?" She spoke up after a few minutes of silence. I internally groaned, "yea" I mumble "can we...start acting like a real couple..I like you and I think we'd work well together if we actually tried.." she replied

I screwed my face up, looking over to her "you're joking, right?" I question. She looked at me innocently, a confused look on her face. I got up from the bed, opening the door to the rest of the plane, Amir sat in one of the seats

"Get in here" I demand, lying back down on the bed to continue writing "what now?" He asked "she wants to actually date, like for real" I reply without looking at him "she has a name! I just think it would be good for him to have a distraction so he doesn't have to think about Serena..Sabrina, sorry" she corrected herself

I looked to Amir, a 'get her to shut up' look on my face "I mean..Peyton, you could do with getting your mind off her" he stated. I huffed annoyed, does nobody fucking understand?

"Oh whatever" I mumble, turning back to look at my paper. I felt Amirs presence behind me for a little while longer before he spoke again, "we land in half an hour, be ready" he spoke strongly before leaving the bedroom.

I sighed again, my eyes scanning over the words on the paper "is it done?" Vanessa asked. I nodded, "Yea..I think so.." I reply quietly..

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The crowd cheered in front of me, my eyes scanning the packed arena "London..I've got to say, you guys have been a bit quiet tonight" I joke, making my way back to the main stage. The crowd erupts into cheers and screams behind me "that's better" I chuckle into the microphone

"This song..has a lot of meaning to it..I uh..wrote it today on the way over from Italy..so there's not much to it apart from a few guitar chords..but don't worry I'll produce it properly once the tour is over" I grab the microphone stand, placing it in the centre of the stage

The crowd screamed, I attached the microphone to the stand, putting the guitar strap over my head and strumming a few chords

"Our every moment, I start to replay, But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face..When you hurt under the surface, Like troubled water running cold, Well, some can heal, but this won't..So, before you go, Was there something I could've said to make your heart beat better?, If only I'd have known you had a storm to weather, So, before you go..Was there something I could've said to make it all stop hurting?, It kills me how your mind can make you feel so worthless..So, before you go.."

I finished the song, the arena going dark, morning but the flashes of cellphones that had been filming, held in the air, the crowd roaring with sound as the next song began to play, the lights turning back on..