Not Just A Fan

Chapter 22

It just keeps getting weirder and strange for her with men, why are they obsessed in what she does? Ester never has to give away every little detail she does, all that matters is trust and for him to be making accusations like that, makes her doubt what he really means to her.

The complications with Brad has finally come to an end in her eyes, and there is no way she would even give him the time of day. He made his bed, and he will lie in it with whoever he wants. His attitude became very childlike and did not seem the type of guy that understood a grown-up relationship yet, and there was a long stretch to where their maturity level was.

Drew become another complication, nothing like Ester has experienced, they seem to be fighting before admitting this as a relationship. She questions, if he has a traumatised past and is now coming back from the stress of preparing for a tour and maybe there is a way to help him out. However, she debates whether this type of emotion will be easy to handle or maintain. Will it be a constant fight every day for the little things that gives him the anxiety that he develops. For Ester to understand, he has to let her in, and that is what she wants to explore. She believes then it would give her the final decision of her and Drew can make it work.

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In the workplace, brought an awkward atmosphere into the building between her and Brad. Ester wanted to do the mature thing and make sure that they can still be friends or co-workers at least. Her mind ticks away on how to approach the situation and whether it is best to. Ester decided not to at this moment in time, maybe a few days with space from each other might do them good.

She makes her escape quickly from work and goes to the studio, her fear of Brad of following her runs through her mind. Ester made it earlier than she usefully does and opens the studio door to see three people and one of them.

'Eric?' she quizzes, 'I didn't know you were going to be here today?'

'Hey sis, we were just finishing up some final discussions about this?' He holds a small paper card with a photo image of Drew and some words planted on the front, and Ester takes it off him to see the EP he wants to realise.

'This is pretty cool.' she states,

'Take a look at the back.' Drew says to her, when she entered the room, his heart skips fast. She turns it over to see her name included in the credits, and the overwhelming feeling nearly makes her tearful.

'Thanks.' she looks at him and smiles with happiness,

'That one is yours, you can keep it.' her smile becomes bigger.

'On that note, I'll best be going. Oh, thanks Drew for helping to get her solo work up and running.' Eric is about to leave.

'Solo work?' Ester looks at them confused,

'Yeah, that track you played at the gig not long ago, you agreed with Drew for him to help you produce it, did you not?' she forgot all about it, there has been too much going on.

'Course I did. When do you want to start it?'

'This Saturday, you and me?' Drew questions her, and is hoping she will say yes. It becomes a blessing in disguise for her how this has turned out. It was only supposed to be a tour, and now adapted to produce her solo work.

'I can do that.' as she looks at Drew and bites the bottom of her lip a little. Naomi and Eric make their cue to leave,

'Oh, like I said call me if he's given you shit.' Naomi says before she leaves making Ester giggle.

The room felt silent with them two in it, and Ester sits down to examine the EP more. With this happening, she forgot the fight they had previously.

'I'm releasing it this Friday.' Drew comes and sits next to her,

'We should have a party to celebrate it.' she says, rolling off her tongue.

'I don't do those anymore, it's not my thing.'

'Ok, what about for me? It's my first project that I've ever done since the TV show.'

Drew raises his eyebrows considering her offer, 'Hmm, I could re-arrange something.' he smirks, and she lays on a big grin on her face. Drew wiped it off and thought it was the right time to tell her.

'Ester, I care about you a lot.' her smile fell a little from his serious tone, 'I don't want you to think that I want to start fights with you because I can, it's not that.'

He takes the EP of her placing it on the table and grabbing both her hands, 'This talent you have should be shown to the whole world again. That's why I think you dong all this extra stuff, you don't need to do anymore, and you can then have time to concentrate on doing what you really love. I want what's best for you.' Ester heart thudded hard, and her breathing became noticeable from her chest moving.

'It's great of you to think of me like that. If it goes well, I might do that.' She says with belief, and he can sense it.

Throughout band practice, Ester's arm ached a few times, and she kept rubbing it hopefully to feel better, she made a mental note to check it when she goes home. The studio was bearable enough for her not to take her hoodie off. After the session, her intuition is to walk home, but it is quite dark, and Brad suddenly comes to her mind. She stops by the door wondering if she asks Drew, would he questions it.

'You all right there?' he asks, and it is too late now to turn back.

'Umm, yeah....my arms just hurts a bit, it should be better soon.' The room fell silent all of a sudden.

'Let me take you home again.' Drew insists, she looks at him 'No, I want to take you home. ' Ester liked his confidence.

He parks up, and Ester wishes she could invite him in, but Katie is home, and she will find it hard to keep this secret.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' and Ester holds onto the door handle and thinks quickly. Drew has always kissed her first, and now it should be her turn. She turns back and plants her lips on his, then slowly pulls back when she never felt him returning it. Maybe it was not the right time, and she has got the whole message wrong.

'Goodnight.' she says and makes her way out quickly. Drew sits there in his car, getting caught off guard from her kiss, and the reason he never returned was because they would have been no way he would of stopped.