What The Heart Wants (Stereo Kicks/ James Graham)

Chapter 61

While I was dancing for James, his facial expression slowly adjusted from shock, to a smug look. It was hot. After the song was over, James stood up and pushed me against the wall, pinning me there with his own body. I felt my heart skip a beat at the sudden change. He hungrily looked me up and down before giving me a cocky smile. He slowly leaned down and softly pressed his lips to my neck. I let out an involuntary moan and felt him smile against my skin. He pulled away and we both looked at each other for a few seconds before he stepped away completely. "We should get some sleep." He cleared his throat. "What?" I asked a little bewildered and frankly somewhat embarrassed. Is that really all that was going to happen? Does he not want to be...you know...intimate with me? "We have a lot to do tomorrow. We need sleep. Come on." He waved his hand, motioning for me to follow him. I decided not to argue. I followed him upstairs, but I didn't grab his hand like he offered. "Hey." He whispered, and grabbed my hand before I could walk past his room and into mine. "I love you. And I really appreciate what you did tonight. It's gonna be hard to think about anything else." He winked. Ugh, was he seriously clueless? "I love you too. And I was prepared to take it further." I winked back, before tunring and leaving him standing in the hallway by himself. I felt like torturing him a little bit, and maybe if he knows that I was ready to take our relationship to the next level, he would kick himself in the head for being such a guy. Actually no, a normal guy would have let me take it further. I don't know why I'm so frustrated. It's not like I was ready to lose my virginity. Was I? No, definitely not. I don't care what Layla says. But I wouldn't have been opposed to giving him a blow job. I checked my phone and seen that it was almost 3am. James was right, we need to sleep. I changed my clothes, making sure to hide my costume, and then went to bed.

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Tuesday was like any other day.  Vocals, choreography, break, and then work at eleven. Wednesday was a little different though. After all the acts were done with their scheduled rehearsals, we were escorted to the theatre where, apparently, Simon had some news for us. When we got there, we all gathered on the stage and watched as a video was played on the big screen. "Hello everybody, I just wanted to say congratulations on making it this far. But there's a little twist. If you make it through to next week, you're going to be on The X Factor live arena tour. Good luck." And then the video ended. The boys and I all cheered. Just one more week and then we could potentially be playing in stadiums up and down the country. Just then, the screen flicked on again and this time, Mel B. and Cheryl were there. "Hello contestants. Cheryl and I have been thinking, and since you've all been working so hard, we've decided to do something a little different for you guys. After the show Saturday night, we will be having a house party for you and your families. Music, food, dancing, singing, the lot. It will be a proper good time. Can't wait to see you all there." Mel and Cheryl smiled before the screen went blank again. If I call into work again, I'm going to get fired. I can't go to the party. But if I'm not there everyone will ask questions. Great. I let out a frustrated sigh. "What's wrong?" Casey looked at me with furrowed eyebrows. I was literally the only person here who wasn't excited about the party, and it was blatantly obvious. "I can't go to the party. But I also can't not go or else people will get suspicious." I said, and he still looked confused. "Work. Party. I can't miss either one." I dumbed it down. "Oohh." He nodded in understanding. "You can't call in?" He asked. "No way. If I call in again, I'll get fired. And that's not an option." I sighed again. "We'll figure something out. But not here." He whispered. I nodded my head as I looked around at all the people around us, hoping none of them overheard us. I don't think they did. When we got back to the house it was 7pm and there was nothing to do. The boys were scattered around the house doing miscellaneous things, and I was bored out of my mind. Then I had an idea. I sauntered down to the kitchen and looked through the room, finding all the ingredients I needed for chili. Everyone loves a hot bowl of chili on a cold day. I made dinner in peace, with no distractions. It was nice. Until the aroma of food started filling the house. The first person to come and see where it was coming from was Charlie, from Only The Young. "Wow. Smells delicious." He smiled at me. "Thanks." I hesitantly returned the smile. He sat down in one of the chairs and watched me while I finished preparing the food. "Did you want something?" I asked him, a little uncomfortable. "No, I just...Your band mates are lucky." He shrugged his shoulders. "Why do you say that?" I asked while stirring the chili. "Well Betsey-Blue and Parisa never cook for me and Mikey. They also don't spend their nights taking their clothes off for strangers." I stopped dead in my tracks. "What did you just say?" I looked at him. "You heard me. What's it like? Getting paid to get felt up by old men?" He smiled smugly at me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I cleared my throat nervously. "Oh sure you do, Harmony." His smile widened. "Who told you?" For a minute my stomach dropped at the idea of one of the boys saying something. "Nobody. One night Mikey and I wanted to get away. So we went to the club and were more than surprised when we spotted you dancing from our seats. I have to say, we couldn't take our eyes off of you." He stood up and walked around to where I was standing. "Your outfits don't leave much to the imagination though." He whispered as he slowly began to drag his finger across my chest. "Don't touch me." I spat and tried to push him away. He just grabbed my wrists and pinned me against the refrigerator. "Aww what's wrong. The slut doesn't like to be touched? Or maybe you just don't like it because I'm not James." He chuckled evily. "Even he can do better than some cheap whore who spends her nights getting groped." I continued to struggle against his grasp but he was too strong. I didn't want to yell because then someone else might see. "But clearly there's something I'm missing. If he's with you, you're either good in bed, or...come to think of it, that's the only thing I can think of." He grinned, then slowly began leaning in and I turned my head to try and deflect what was coming. I knew there was no stopping it so I closed my eyes and just waited until it was over. "HEY!" I felt Charlie's grasp on me release and I opened my eyes to see a furious looking James standing over a bleeding Charlie. When did he start bleeding? Wait, did James hit him? He must have. "If you ever touch her again I will personally make sure you can never sing again." James threatened. Charlie just nodded his head and ran out of the room. James quickly walked over to me and placed his hand against my cheek. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" He asked frantically looking for any signs of damage. "I'm fine." I tried to reassure him but my voice wavered and he looked at me worriedly. "Really. I'm ok. Just a little shook up, that's all." I gave him a faint smile and turned my attention back to the chili. I began stirring, but was quickly stopped when James pulled me in for a hug. I love his hugs. I took a deep breath and held him tightly. "I love you." I whispered. "I love you more." He whispered back. "Not possible." I shook my head against his chest. "Yes possible." He said. I smiled and pulled away a few seconds later. "Smells amazing." He complimented as he stroked my hair. "Thanks." I smiled at the small, but sweet gesture. After dinner was done, James and I called all the boys downstairs and they thanked me for cooking. We ate our food upstairs in the bedroom while watching TV. By the time 10pm rolled around, I left the room to get ready for work. At 10:15pm, I called a cab and went to the room to say my goodbyes to the boys. After they got done telling me to be careful and to have a good night, I went downstairs to wait. A couple seconds later James showed up. "I just wanted to give you this." He said as he held out a small can of pepper spray. "Thanks." I chuckled, but took it gladly. "I just want you to be safe." He pressed his hand to my cheek before I leaned in a kissed him gently. "I will be. Thank you." I said as the cab pulled up. "I love you." I smiled before walking out the door and getting in the cab.

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