Nineteen-year-old, Bea Somerton, knows exactly how she wants to live. Become a doctor, remain in remission from her childhood Leukaemia and have a happy, normal, life.
The last thing she expects is to meet rising star and troubled musician, Holden P...
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"It's about to get crazy out there."
The soundless limousine doesn't stop the loud roaring that fills my ears. The tinted windows highlight a blurred version of people, milling around outside the car behind bannisters.
"I was expecting crazy," I smile at Holden.
Despite my initial apprehension, Holden's persistence that I come with him won me over. I could only take overhearing so many angry phone calls with Sophia before I went insane.
The door of the limo opens suddenly and the roar of the crowd rushes towards me. Holden doesn't even blink as he exits the car, ushered through by two security guards. I watch as he signs a few autographs; girls crying and screaming as they capture his picture.
I exit quickly, ushered straight through the crowd by Brooks as I receive a few confused glances. Some even take my picture.
As quickly as it begins, I'm thrusted through the front doors and graced with the cocky smile of Holden Pacheco.
"So you survived then."
"I've definitely survived worse," I deadpan.
"Speaking of," Holden clears his throat. "Did you get your blood test results back?"
Brooks leads us towards an elevator. The three of us step inside and he presses the button for the third floor. My stomach dips as we ascend.
"Not yet," I mumble. "In the next few days."
The lie sinks deep in my stomach and twists like a knife. The doctors had called me two days after the appointment but I'd barely even listened to the voicemail. If my white blood cells are high, that problem can wait until Monday. Tonight, I get to live for a while.
The elevator dings, signalling our arrival. Brooks holds the door open for us and I thank him whilst Holden pats him on the back, earning a glare.
"Watch yourself tonight," he murmurs to Holden, his eyes fierce. "You know you've put me in a terrible—"
"You work for me, don't you?" Holden raises an eyebrow.
Without another word, Holden begins to lead me through the room.
I haven't had one drink and I already feel like I'm in an altered state. Rhianna definitely just walked past me. Yep, and that is definitely Niall Horan.
"So this is what you're life is like, huh?" I smile, watching Holden as he leads me further into the room.
"Part of it," he nods, shaking hands with... Lewis Capaldi? Holy—
"Starstruck?" Holden whispers in my ear.
"No," I deny. "I don't get star— oh my god. That's— Harry Styles?"
Holden laughs, his head thrown back.
"Shut up," I point a finger at his face.
"I'm offended you didn't act like this when you met me," he mocks.
