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Chapter 3 "Hayden, wait," he said, turning, hearing the words on his tongue before they even bloomed in his mind. "Don't go." Hayden stopped, turned to look at him, dilated pupils drinking him up and all the other wonders he could probably see in the room. "Stay," he said. "Make music with me." "Are you sure?" Hayden asked. Theo nodded his head. "You'll have great ideas for songs if you're… high." Was that even the right word to describe what Hayden was? "I doubt it," he said. "You always have the better ideas." "Please stay." Now he was begging. Yes, this was just another normal day in the Theo Jones tale. He didn't expect Hayden to stay, of course. Already he knew he'd spend the rest of the night alone, penning another dozen heart-breaking ballads that would make all the girls weep and even shut up the critics for three and a half minutes.
But Hayden turned, pulled the door closed and faced Theo. "Okay," he said.
Whistling a tune beneath his breath, Jerome strutted down the corridor. A group of girls were sitting in reception. Three of them were draped over the sofas, short skirts revealing pubescent thighs, low-cut tops showing just a little too much of mounded flesh that would one day be breasts; another cluster were by the main doors, shy and a little nervous, dressed in their Urban Unity T-shirts. Jerome liked the latter group better. The three sluts on the sofa just unnerved him. Even |
Hayden wouldn't screw them and he usually jumped anything that moved. The girls in the doorway sighed a quiet scream when they saw him, clung to each other as if they might fall over. With a wink, he threw them a wave.
"I'll come and sign some stuff later, okay?" he called. "I've just got to go down to the studio. A meeting," he said, making a face, pretending like what he really wanted to do was spend the whole day with them. It was what the fans liked to hear. "Okay," one of them breathed; the others giggled uncontrollably. The three girls on the sofa pouted up at him, one crossed her legs, revealing the thin red line of her underwear. Jerome quickly averted his eyes, gave the girls a forced smile and hurried down the corridor. The hotel staff was used to the fans now, they even gave the boys secret exits so that they weren't disturbed. Sections of the hotel were even sometimes closed off just for them five and their entourage. Jerome was living a spoilt, rich lifestyle and usually he loved it. Last night had been fun. Some of the older, cuter fans - obviously they didn't call themselves fans, just supporters of their music - had invited themselves into the bar. Jerome had waited a long time for Theo to show up until eventually Ryan had come down to say he was too tired and that he was sleeping. Jerome had had four girls waiting for him to produce three other members of the band - these stalkers obviously knew Brett was gay, some even knew he was dating Hayden but they also knew Hayden strayed. "No, Theo is definitely not coming down," Ryan said when Jerome asked for the third time. Jerome put his mouth against Ryan's ear. "Help me out here, big man. Take one of these girls for me." Ryan shook his head. "They wouldn't want me, Jez. You know that." "Aww, come on, mate. Don't be so down on yourself. Anyway, I can't entertain four of them on my own!" |