Fearless (Book 1 of the "Fearless" Series) [Completed]

Chapter 23 - Fuck the Danish

Herning, Denmark
May 11, 2012 (Day off)

[Karsyn]

After the Oberhausen show, we headed straight for Herning, which apparently was in Denmark on a plane. Apparently the boys had something to do the next day there and they wanted to go ahead and go. So we packed up our stuff and went with them.

Emmileigh and I skipped out on the Oberhausen VIP because we were a little freaked out from the night before. Nick joked that we should get our money back because we didn't go to VIP, but I honestly didn't really care.

The German fans were a little crazy, so I was kind of glad to be out of Germany. Then again, Emmileigh said the Danish fans were just as crazy. Apparently one of her old friends was Danish and they didn't end things on the best terms.

But at least we had a day off. Emmileigh and I woke up and headed downstairs for breakfast before going out and exploring a little bit while the guys did whatever it was they had to do.

We did some shopping and I ended up having to buy another suitcase because I had done so much shopping lately. But as we arrived back at the hotel, our hands full of bags and a new suitcase each, we noticed that there were fans gathered outside.

"Fuck," I muttered, looking over at Emmileigh who sighed. "Let's just pretend like we're British and we're here on vacation."

"Well I am British and I am here on vacation and you do a shitty British accent," Emmileigh said as I shrugged.

"Let's get this over with," I said as we made our way through the crowd and one of the security guards recognized us as staying at the hotel and let us through.

Then we heard a girl yell something out in Danish, I assumed and it included the word "Nick."

"The girl just yelled out that one of us are Nick's new girlfriend," Emmileigh whispered as I groaned, practically speed walking away from the front doors and heading towards the elevators.

"Maybe I should have just gotten with Joey and people wouldn't care," I hissed, pressing the elevator button, wishing the doors would open.

"Still the baby of the group."

"Fuck a duck," I hissed as the elevator doors opened and I rushed in, looking at Emmileigh as she stood there and laughed. "Get your ass in so we can go hide!"

[/Karsyn]

[Emmileigh]

I was nervous in Denmark.

I'd been here a few times in the past, having used to be friends with a girl who lived here, and even attended several Backstreet Boys shows here as well.

In fact I was shocked I hadn't seen my ex best friend and her bitch of a ass kisser friend since I'd been here.

There were fans hovering everywhere, the lobby, the elevators, on every floor. I was starting to see the Danish fans as people who had no sense of personal space, and it was beginning to irritate me.

Me and Karsyn had gone back to our room, with a bunch of fans watching us. It left me feeling uncomfortable knowing that these random people knew our room.

"Karsyn, I think we should tell Nick and Donnie we're being stalked," I said as I held the dress I had just brought up against me.

"Hmm. That was fucking creepy. And I love that dress."

"I think I might wear it today. I'm so nervous though. What if I see her?" I looked at Karsyn through the mirror.

"Then you ignore her and move on. Bitch don't deserve you thinking about her."

I nodded softly and laid the dress out on the bed. "I know. I just know how she works."

"What was her name again?"

I looked up at Karsyn. "Camila."

"Camila the cu.." Karsyn stopped talking when Nick singing Burning Up started playing from her phone. "Saved by Carter." Karsyn muttered before answering the call.

I went to putting the rest of my shopping away whilst Karsyn flirted her way through a phone conversation with Nick. I dug my laptop out my bag and plugged it in before letting it load up. I had brought it on tour with me, but only actually used it a few times. It was time to see just what was being said on the Internet.

"Oooh what ya doing?" Karsyn sat on the bed beside me as I opened up a BSB message board I used to frequent. Straight away I saw a thread title with my name in it and groaned.

"Was checking up on us. I used to post here, guess these guys didn't forget me. I wanna see what's being said." I clicked the page and waited for it to load before scrolling down the page.