“So that’s what happened?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, how are you feeling mate?”
“I don’t know.”
Sitting at the edge on Mark’s bed cross-legged, Christian thought about what Mark had just told him.
“You sure you heard her right?”
“Yes Chris for the third time I’m sure! She said ‘love me’.. what else could it have sounded like?” Mark exasperated.
“Hmm…maybe she likes you Mark,” deduced Christian wisely, “how do you feel about Brit?”
“Argh! I don’t know Chris I’m so sleepy! I didn’t get any rest last night thinking about all this! Why does it matter? I’ve only met her last night! I’m not like you who falls in love with any pretty blonde that your eyes look upon!” whined Mark.
“I don’t,” said Christian indignantly.
“Ugh I just wanna get some more sleep, I’ll talk to you later or something,” yawned Mark as he chased Christian out of his room and shut the door, falling back onto his bed.
“Then love me!”
“Love you?! Are you out of your mind? Why would I like you? You just a fan who thinks she has a chance with me! I’m not even attracted to you! Bloody grow up!”
“No..no..Mark please..”
“Just leave me alone.”
“Please Mark..no..NOO!!!” I shouted as I bolted upright in bed. Beads of cold sweat were dripping down the side of my head. My surroundings were quiet, so I put my head back on my pillow, trying to tame my breathing.
“GOOD MORNING!!!!!”
“Ahh!!!”
I screamed as I whipped out of bed for the second time. I heard laughter from behind me, and I turned round to see a hysterical Paul laughing and pointing at me.
“Haha! You should have seen the look on your face man! Argh should have got a camera in here!” laughed Paul.
My mind was blank, and it took me a while to register what was happening. When it finally clicked and I saw the funny side of the situation. I smiled as I punched Paul lightly on the arm.
“So Brit what was that all about? What’s with the ‘Mark, please..no..’?” giggled Paul after putting on a high pitched and imitating my voice.
Should I tell Paul? Can I trust him?
“Nothing..I can’t really remember..” I lied, but that seemed to satisfy Paul.
“So is Mark your favourite member?” asked Paul casually. Thinking that this question was harmless, I answered, “ Yeah, pretty much, but don’t tell him that. Anyway I love you guys all the same.”
“Aww..”crooned Paul sarcastically but still pulled me in for a hug. He pulled back and helped me up.
“I’ve ordered a continental breakfast for you, is that alright?” asked Paul.
“Wow thanks! That’s real sweet of you, yep that’s fine, thanks Paul,” I squeaked in typical girly fashion before going to the bathroom to wash up and change.
When I came back out, Christian and Mark had joined Paul in the kitchenette. They were all ready for their interviews later on. As I walked to the living room, a figure bumped into me knocking me against the wall.
“Oh sorry Brit I didn’t see you!”
I stared at this person standing in front of me. A mess of curly hair and glasses and a bathrobe, Ben looked totally outrageous! I could not help myself and burst out laughing, right in his face.
“Oh thanks Brit! You’re ever so polite!” pouted Ben.
“Aww come here, you know I didn’t mean that seriously,” I laughed as Ben came towards my outstretched arms.
Pulling out of the hug, my eyes locked with Mark’s. I quickly averted my eyes and looked down. I decided to distance myself from Mark. It was the only way to remain sane while being here with him. Anyway, he was not interested in me, so why should I be interested in him? Nothing would come out of a fantasy.
The doorbell rang and Christian went over to bring the food
in. As the five of us enjoyed our
scrumptious breakfast, the guys relooked their schedule for the day. They looked really packed, the only breaks
being lunch and dinner only at
Noticing Mark looking rather miffed, Christian elbowed Mark gently and whispered, “Mark, what’s up? You look rather..jealous..”
“Why the hell would I be?” snapped irate Mark.
Slightly taken aback, Christian muttered something under his breath and turned to face Paul. Feeling terribly awkward and out of place, Mark left the table and went to his room.
“Where is he going?” asked Paul, oblivious to the tension in the room.
“I..er..I dunno, to get ready probably. We better get ready ourselves, we gotta leave in 15 mins,” said Christian.
“Brit come and help me!” said Ben, before dragging me into his bedroom, and locking it.
Confused, I sat on his bed as he smiled at me, and began undoing the cord of his bathrobe slowly. Uncomfortable, I started getting anxious and began fidgeting.
“Ok what should I wear?” asked Ben, now only in his boxers, pointing to several shirts hung up in the closet. Realizing he was only getting changed, I sighed with relief and laughed at my overreactiveness and stupidity.
“Oh..heh..ok..erm,” I said as I looked through the range of items.
“What were you thinking? That I was going to rape you?” smirked Ben, raising his eyebrows.
I blushed, “Don’t be silly.”
Ben laughed and put both his arms around my waist. A tingle went up my spine- a nice shiver. Hmm..did I sense some chemistry here?
I smiled to myself so Ben could not see, and picked out his blue superman shirt and grey trousers.
“How did you know that was exactly what I wanted to wear?” smiled Ben as he put them on. Following that, he put his contacts in, and rummaged through his suitcase.
“What are you looking for Ben?” I asked just as he pulled out his hair straighteners.
“A-ha! My babies!” He cried as I burst into giggles.
He plugged the cord into the socket and began to straighten his unruly mop. I helped him with his left side while he did his right to save time. Ooohh his hair is so soft and silky..so smooth…his complexion was so good too..11/10 if you ask me.
When we were done, he turned around to look at me. He looked every bit the popstar he was. His blue eyes were looking into mine. He smiled as he took my hand in his.
Oh gosh this can’t be happening, can it? Ben’s falling in love with you? Yeah right..Keep dreaming..but then why is he looking at me like that?
He leaned forward, and I suddenly felt very afraid. Afraid because my dream was coming true. This can’t be..it just can’t..how..
I was so nervous, I just wanted to get out of there, but not really. I didn’t want to miss out on a kiss from Ben. But instead I turned away, my back facing him. I was afraid. Afraid that I would get my heart broken again. I was afraid that what happened-what didn’t happen- between me and Mark was going to repeat itself.
“C’mon we’d better get going or..or..you’ll be late..” I said barely audible as I escaped his grasp and unlocked the door, walking away from Ben.
Ben and I left the room, both feeling strange and embarrassed. The others were ready, and grabbing my belongings we entered the elevator and made our way to the lobby of the hotel. I thanked the guys for letting me stay the night and they graciously said that it was a pleasure and no problem at all. Paul even suggested me staying another night so that he can scare me again in the morning, to that I said perhaps. While Mark and Paul were sorting out the chauffeur arrangements and Christian signing a couple of autographs, Ben kept close to me. He looked as though he wanted to ask me something, opening and closing his mouth, still debating about something in his head. Finally, he asked, “Erm, Brit,” he smiled nervously, “I would like to keep in touch with you. I really wanna get you know you better. So I was wondering
If I could have your number?”
Oh my goodness, another sign that he likes me! Haha fat hope Brit, I thought as he handed over his phone and I punched in my number. The guys had to leave then, and after saying thanks and giving me a hug and kiss on my cheek, Ben waved goodbye and ran to the waiting van. The other lads stuck their head out of the window and shouted their goodbyes, winking and me. I laughed and waved as the van pulled away.
Being a Saturday, I had my ballet classes at LaSelle, so I made my way home to get dressed. I also had to go for rehearsals for my performance that night at Chinablack, so I had little time to daydream about my not-so-ordinary encounter with the guys of my dreams.