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lazy! Hopefully I’ll keep up with my updating
now, but if I don’t I just want you all to know that I will be writing this fic
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Chapter 56
“Come on!” he said, pulling at her arm in an
attempt to get her off the bed.
Mel buried her head right into the duvet and
ignored him, she wasn’t moving for all the gold in the world. She was warm and comfortable, lying flat on
Christian’s double bed with her eyes tight shut.
“Pllllllllllllllease” he begged in a childish
voice.
“I’m comfy,” she grumbled, taking her arms and
stretching them out above her head.
Christian sat down at the foot of the bed and grabbing
hold of her hand linked his fingers in between hers.
“Please sweetie.”
He stroked his thumb gently along her hand and gave
her a look that always managed to make her feel hot all over. Now she was in a dilemma, should she stay
here or give in to the man whose eyes ruled her heart.
“You could go without me,” she suggested, not
willing to give in quite yet.
“I want you to come.”
“But it’s a band dinner, I’m not in the band.”
“As good as”
“Yeah Chris,” she replied sarcastically, “I really should
be in the boyband”
He rolled his eyes at her, “come on it’ll be fun.”
Taking one last look at his face she sighed and
hauled herself up and off the bed, he thanked her by giving her a quick kiss
and throwing a bundle of clothes at her.
He sat down on the bed and watched as she got
ready, his eyes never leaving her.
“Do you know how hard it is to put on mascara when
someone is watching you?” she muttered, meeting his reflection in the mirror
and glaring.
“Yep”
“Something you want to tell me about hun?” she
smirked.
“Pardon?”
“You have a secret fetish for woman’s makeup?”
“Eh?”
She rolled her eyes and carried on, Christian now
looked completely confused and was looking at her with his eyebrows raised and
a worried expression on his face. Now
she knew she couldn’t resist him, he always looked so sweet when he was
puzzled.
Flicking the brush over her lashes one last time
she got up and gave him a long kiss before taking his arms and pulling him up
to his feet.
“Don’t worry about it sweetie,” she laughed,
putting her hand into his.
An hour later and they were meeting the other
members of the band in the bar area of an exclusive restaurant in
“I love this place,” Mel enthused, taking a sip
from her orange juice.
“Me too,” Mark smiled, as usual he had taken a
chair right next to her and as the only non alcoholics of the group they were
sharing an orange juice.
“I cannot believe that you have a straw in my
drink,” Mel commented, watching Mark take a huge slurp out of her glass, “can’t
you rich popstars afford your own drinks?”
“But yours tastes so much better.”
“My Mum always used to do this,” Mel remarked.
“She did?”
“Yep, I’d have a contest with my best friend, to
see who could drink their coke the slowest and then Mum would stick a straw in
and slurp half of mine, I’d get so annoyed” she smiled as she reminisced.
“You seen your Mum recently?”
“Nope, not since I left”
“You miss her? Mark asked gently, resting a hand on
her arm.
“Sometimes,” she said, trying desperately hard to
keep her voice steady.
“Well you know that if …”
“WHAT YOU GUYS UP TO?” Paul came crashing into
them, slurring his words.
The moment was broken, Mel quickly ran a finger
over her eyes and grinned back at Paul, while Mark took another sip from his drink
and glared hard at his band mate.
“How drunk are you?” Mel smirked.
“Veryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” Paul said,
giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Oi” Chris suddenly appeared by her side, “what you
doing with my girl?”
Mel smiled widely, she would never ever get fed up
of hearing Christian talk about her in that way, it made her feel so warm and
happy.
“First I have Mark leering all over her and now
there’s Paul!”
Mel smirked, “you jealous baby?”
“Yes,” Chris replied pouting.
Mel reached up towards him and wrapped her arms
tightly around his neck.
“You have no need to be, Mark’s my best friend, and
Paul’s just a drunk!”
Christian smiled and then bent down so that his
lips gently touched hers.
“You’re definitely the best,” she said when he had
finished, “no competition.”
He disappeared back to Ben, a slight spring in his
step, chuckling to herself Mel turned herself back to Mark who was still
drinking enthusiastically out of the glass.
“Whoa there!” she exclaimed, “you’ve drunk nearly
all of that now!”
“So!” he snapped and leaping out of his stool moved
away from the bar and off to the toilet.
Mel was about to follow him, but at that moment
their table was called and so they made their way into the restaurant. Mel was sure it was nothing to worry about,
she could always ask him if he was okay later.
The talk turned to the band pretty soon after they
had sat down, which was fine by Mel because she could then turn all of her
concentration to working out how to eat her crab, she wasn’t entirely sure if
she was supposed to crunch her way through all of it, or simply eat the squishy
stuff inside. She sighed to herself as
she ran her fork over it for the last time before deciding to turn her
attention to the vegetables instead.
“The last track was too base heavy,” Ben was saying
enthusiastically, banging his fork down hard on the table.
“It wasn’t, it sounded better like that,” Paul
argued back.
“But it’s not pop if you do it like that,” Ben
commented, “you can’t have a heavy base line on a pop song.”
Mel rolled her eyes, band talk could be so
boring. Was this how her life was going
to be from now on, a little pop star wife, spending her whole time in posh
restaurants trying to eat crab whilst listening to boring music biz talk?
She began to hum a little tune in her head,
anything to keep herself away from the
music talk, as she hummed to herself she looked round the room, taking
in the amazing décor and then marking the waiters out of 10.
Once she had done a full visual lap of the place
her attentions turned back to the table and her eyes met Chrisitians. He smiled and winked, and she smiled back, he
knew she was bored. He lowered his eyes
slightly towards the table and then glanced back at her to smile again. She had no idea what he was trying to say, he
was probably trying to tell her that she was eating her crab wrong. She looked down at it, it did look rather
messy, it was now spread all over her plate in a big massacre.
When she glanced back in his direction he was still
grinning at her, his eyebrows slightly raised.
She looked back down at her plate, refusing to play his weird Norwegian
game anymore.
Then she felt something touch her ankle and looking
under the table she could see that Christians foot was now rubbing gently
against her leg. She looked back up at
him and he was still smiling. He was so
cute, he was obviously bored by the band talk as well. He continued to look at her as he ran his
foot up her leg and she felt herself fill up with warmth, this was just like
something out of a dream, Christian a1 was playing footsie with her under the
table.
A sudden grating of a chair made her look away from
him for a moment, it was Mark again, stomping off towards the toilet. This time she would have to go and check on
him. Reluctantly moving away from
Christian she made her way into the male toilet.
“Mark?” she asked, as she peered cautiously round
the wall.
“What you doing in here?” he grunted.
“Checking you are OK” she commented.
“Am fine.”
“Don’t think you are,” she replied.
“I am”
“So you didn’t want me to follow you into here
then?” she asked.
“No!”
“Then why the sudden dramatic departure?”
He grunted, “OK, maybe I do have a problem”
“With?”
“You and Chris?”
Mel leant her head against the wall in
exasperation, “not this again.”
“It’s never going to go away,” Mark retorted, “I’m
always going to feel the same.”
“Come on then, spill,”
“It’s not right, you aren’t supposed to be together
and you are going to get hurt.”
“Mark you are like a broken record,” Mel insisted,
“you have to give it a rest.”
“But he doesn’t love you,”
“Things have changed.”
“Says who?”
“Says me,” she argued, “things have happened now that
I can’t even explain, everything is going to be fine so you don’t need to stick
your nose in it anymore.”
“That’s what you think I’m doing?” he asked.
“Yep, sticking your nose in where it doesn’t
belong,” Mel replied, feeling herself getting angry.
“But we’re mates,” Mark said, “I’m just looking out
for you.”
“Yes Mark we’re mates, in fact you’re my best mate,
but that doesn’t give you the right to keep doing this to me, you have to
accept that I’m happy.”
She gave him a quick hug and then left the room.
Mark gave the wall a hefty kick, was she never
going to see sense?