gig here tomorrow, since this is the last in the European tour and this show sold out in an hour.
“Deklan didn’t recognize who I was on New Year’s. Hell, he didn’t even ask my name, he just started dancing with me then drug me back to his hotel room. The condom broke, I’m pregnant, and now I’m the number one fan that is trying to trap him. I just know that’s what they’re going to say. Last night when I got off the plane, I went to get some food and it turned out to be a bar. Deklan showed up, asked me my name, and danced with me again. I left him there, and when I was up on stage, he said he feels like a fool. He thinks I set him up when he came up to me both times. So how do I get that man to see that I don’t want anything from him, he just needs to know?”
I look over at Bobby and his eyes are bugging out of his head. “Holy fuck, Ali,” he breathes.
I sigh and put my head back on the seat and look at the ceiling. “I know, Bobby.” I check my watch, “I have to leave. I’m meeting him at a café soon.”
I get halfway down the stairs before Bobby says, “Good luck, Ali. Let me know if I can do anything.”
I wave back to him and catch a cab outside.
When I get to the café I see I still have time. I look around and don’t see Deklan. I grab a tea, take out my phone, and see a text from Redy. He’s responding to my photo.
RedyGo: Looks sexy
DirtyDozen: The lead singer is an asshole
RedyGo: Oh how the mighty fall. What happened? Did he sing a bad note?
DirtyDozen: Bad attitude
I hear the bell ring on the door and look up. I drop my phone on the table and it clatters, making him look my way. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, blue jeans and biker boots. His hair looks wet, like he just got out of the shower. He locks eyes with me as he walks my way. I’m frozen, and my heart pounds like I’m prey.
He takes a seat, resting his back on the chair, all the while keeping his eyes on me. I look back, but we don’t say anything. After several minutes I sigh and pick up my phone.
DirtyDozen: super bad attitude. Like, I want to punch him in his head bad attitude.
I send it and put the phone in my lap so I don’t seem rude. I take a sip of my tea as Deklan takes out his phone. I didn’t hear it so he must me following my lead. I look out the window at the Eiffel tower that’s lit up so pretty, and my phone dings. I look down.
RedyGo: Do it.
I smile and type.
DirtyDozen: LOL I wish.
I look up and notice Deklan messing with his phone again. I watch his fingers fly across the screen, then my phone dings in my hand. I look down, then back to his phone, and back again. My face pales and I feel momentarily lightheaded. No fucking way.
I pick up my phone and type.
DirtyDozen: Where are you?
I look up to see Deklan with a crease in his brow as he types something. His lips are red from the chill temperatures and his slight scruff looks so good. Why is everything so complicated? I can’t even handle what’s happening right now. I suddenly feel like I’m outside of my body.
RedyGo: bored. Where are you?
DirtyDozen: Sitting in a café trying to find the words. This can’t be happening.
Deklan leans forward and types under the table. I look at him with my eyes burning. My best friend is this man. I’m 99.9% sure. I put my head down on my arm resting on the table, and read my phone under it like him.
RedyGo: Words for what? Are you losing it again?
DirtyDozen: Do me a huge favor and take a picture of who you’re with right now. Anybody.
RedyGo: WTF? Fine.
When I hear his phone make the camera shutter noise, my control shatters and I’m sobbing into my arm. Deklan asks incredulously, “Ali, what the hell are you doing?”
I hold my phone up and show him the screen with shaking fingers. It’s a picture of me with my head down. You can see my beanie and shoulder is all blue sky and swirly clouds.
“No fucking way,” he says dumbly.
I groan as every
“Deklan didn’t recognize who I was on New Year’s. Hell, he didn’t even ask my name, he just started dancing with me then drug me back to his hotel room. The condom broke, I’m pregnant, and now I’m the number one fan that is trying to trap him. I just know that’s what they’re going to say. Last night when I got off the plane, I went to get some food and it turned out to be a bar. Deklan showed up, asked me my name, and danced with me again. I left him there, and when I was up on stage, he said he feels like a fool. He thinks I set him up when he came up to me both times. So how do I get that man to see that I don’t want anything from him, he just needs to know?”
I look over at Bobby and his eyes are bugging out of his head. “Holy fuck, Ali,” he breathes.
I sigh and put my head back on the seat and look at the ceiling. “I know, Bobby.” I check my watch, “I have to leave. I’m meeting him at a café soon.”
I get halfway down the stairs before Bobby says, “Good luck, Ali. Let me know if I can do anything.”
I wave back to him and catch a cab outside.
When I get to the café I see I still have time. I look around and don’t see Deklan. I grab a tea, take out my phone, and see a text from Redy. He’s responding to my photo.
RedyGo: Looks sexy
DirtyDozen: The lead singer is an asshole
RedyGo: Oh how the mighty fall. What happened? Did he sing a bad note?
DirtyDozen: Bad attitude
I hear the bell ring on the door and look up. I drop my phone on the table and it clatters, making him look my way. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with a black leather jacket, blue jeans and biker boots. His hair looks wet, like he just got out of the shower. He locks eyes with me as he walks my way. I’m frozen, and my heart pounds like I’m prey.
He takes a seat, resting his back on the chair, all the while keeping his eyes on me. I look back, but we don’t say anything. After several minutes I sigh and pick up my phone.
DirtyDozen: super bad attitude. Like, I want to punch him in his head bad attitude.
I send it and put the phone in my lap so I don’t seem rude. I take a sip of my tea as Deklan takes out his phone. I didn’t hear it so he must me following my lead. I look out the window at the Eiffel tower that’s lit up so pretty, and my phone dings. I look down.
RedyGo: Do it.
I smile and type.
DirtyDozen: LOL I wish.
I look up and notice Deklan messing with his phone again. I watch his fingers fly across the screen, then my phone dings in my hand. I look down, then back to his phone, and back again. My face pales and I feel momentarily lightheaded. No fucking way.
I pick up my phone and type.
DirtyDozen: Where are you?
I look up to see Deklan with a crease in his brow as he types something. His lips are red from the chill temperatures and his slight scruff looks so good. Why is everything so complicated? I can’t even handle what’s happening right now. I suddenly feel like I’m outside of my body.
RedyGo: bored. Where are you?
DirtyDozen: Sitting in a café trying to find the words. This can’t be happening.
Deklan leans forward and types under the table. I look at him with my eyes burning. My best friend is this man. I’m 99.9% sure. I put my head down on my arm resting on the table, and read my phone under it like him.
RedyGo: Words for what? Are you losing it again?
DirtyDozen: Do me a huge favor and take a picture of who you’re with right now. Anybody.
RedyGo: WTF? Fine.
When I hear his phone make the camera shutter noise, my control shatters and I’m sobbing into my arm. Deklan asks incredulously, “Ali, what the hell are you doing?”
I hold my phone up and show him the screen with shaking fingers. It’s a picture of me with my head down. You can see my beanie and shoulder is all blue sky and swirly clouds.
“No fucking way,” he says dumbly.
I groan as every
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