Chapter Twenty Four

                                    

                                          
I put my head on my hand, shaking slowly. See. This is exactly why they shouldn't be left alone. These pinks didn't even fucking match. It's not difficult to take down the colour code. Geez. 
"You not watching the boys?" I looked up, giving Will a small smile as he leaned his shoulder against the wall above me. 
"Do you know how many times I've stood back stage at one of their shows? How many times I've watched them sing most of these songs? They give me private performances on a daily basis during rehearsal months." I chuckled. "I've got work to do." He slowly sat down beside me, looking over the laptop as I started working again. 
"What do you do?" 
"Funny question." I copied the colour codes and started correcting all of Harry's cock ups. He was so getting an arsey text. I bet he did it on purpose just to occupy me a little more tonight. In fact. I could probably see the edit history. Yep. See. Changed the coloring from the right one to wrong ones at 6pm. Prick. "It's a niche area. It's brand creation so everything from website design to photography to logo creation to business name development, branding, marketing, advertisements. The list goes on." I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows. "What?" 
"And you're away for what 6 months when you've got all that to do? Does your boss not want you in the office? That sounds manic busy." 
"Oh it is. My boss is the owner, I'm dead below her but she's  the one who told me to come." 
"Oh she sounds chill." I nodded. "What you working on right now?" 
"Right now, I'm fixing my friends fuck up that he did to intentionally piss me off and I know for a fact he's laughing right now." I pulled my phone out and text him. 
Prick. 
He replied with a bunch of laughing faces and I locked my phone, laying it down beside me as I laid my head back. 
"You're funny." I raised an eyebrow, tapping away on the laptop as I felt him move closer. I swallowed nervously, stopping my hand on the touchpad as my body stopped all movement. I cleared my throat, shaking my head and forcing myself to kick start my brain. Jesus. Was I really that touch starved that one simple brush against my fully clothes leg had me full on freezing? I turned my head and looked at him for a second. "What?" 
"Don't what me, you're the one that's sat down next to total stranger." He smirked. 
"You're not a stranger, I've known you like 4 days." I rolled my eyes and saved the work, opening my emails and sending one to Erica with screenshots of Harry's edits. If he wants to play, I'll fucking play. "Those are not very professional words." 
"This is going to my CEO." I smiled as I typed the words 'fucking prick' for the 12th time and he laughed as I hit send. "You done?" 
"I mean, there's always something to do so no." He leaned over and closed my laptop slowly. 
"Let's go." 
"Go where?" 
"Anywhere that you can't work and I don't have your friends staring at me like he wants me crucified in the middle of his stage." I chuckled. "What is with him?" 
"He's a little protective." 
"A LITTLE?" I laughed as he stood up and held a hand out for me. I stared at him. "We're not leaving site I swear. Just going to watch the show." 
"I've seen it." 
"Not from where I want to show you it from." I lowered my brows as I put my hand in his and he pulled me up. I was used to being pulled about by the boys, used to their strength. But his was something else. I guess he did work with heavy equipment and he did move it around like it was nothing. Now he was pulling me to my feet like I was a feather and he was the wind. 
"My laptop-" He took it from me, opening a door to a storage room and sliding it on the shelf before closing it and pulling me off down the corridor. "Will-" 
"I can't take you up if you're talking. You need to be quiet." He stopped and looked at me. "You are my type by the way." 
"I really doubt it." I raised an eyebrow with an attitude, watching as his face turned from blank to a hint of infatuation rippling from his smile. 
"No you really are. Do I have to pull up my exes profiles to prove it to you?" 
"I don't care that much." He smirked again, turning and continuing to pull me. He stopped, opening a door and making sure no one was looking before he pulled me in, closing it behind us. He looked up at a set of metal stairs, pointed to my shoes and took his own off, putting a finger over his lips. I took my shoes off and he put his hand back in mine pulling me up the stairs. It led to the lighting rigs, running all the way around the stage. Will must have really put thought into this. It wasn't an in the spur of the moment thing. He came prepared. I pushed them in and sat down beside him. The show was about to start and we had the best seat in the house. 
As the music them started, he put his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. 
"You intrigue me Lilly." 
"Why?" 
"I don't know." I turned my head to him as Robbie's voice played out from the speakers behind u. "Maybe it's the attitude, you're very cocky but it's very subtle which makes it hard to realise that confidence is what it is. You're stunning, smart, a damn hard worker. I've watched you goofing around with the boys and your laugh is literally the best sound I have ever heard in my life. I was dreading this tour. I thought it was going to be 6 months of hard work and boring drinks with the other techs. But then you walked in with them and in an instant I was hooked on this idea of just spending 6 months with you." 
"Little weird." He chuckled.
"See attitude." 
"See, weird." I nodded, raising my eyebrows and he laughed, putting his head back as he did. 
"You're a lot less innocent than you make out you are Lilly." I raised an eyebrow. "You're friends don't like me, he's made that clear, you're supposed to be doing work and yet, you let a total stranger pull you through a a stadium, pull you up a lighting rig and put his arm around you in the first 10 minutes." 
"I think this whole bad boy act you have is just a disguise and I think behind it all, you're clingy and love to be held like a big baby. I bet you're soft." 
"Oh no." He shook his head quickly, his eyes darkening ever so slightly, setting off something inside me that wanted to see if I could make them go darker. This was not going to end well. "I'm not soft." 
"Oh no?" I smirked, looking down at the little bunnies he had on his socks. "I don't think the bunnies agree on that." 
"They're an inside joke with my little sister." I smirked. "They are!" 
"Yeah I'm sure." He grabbed my face, instantly knocking my attitude out of me. He was holding me tight enough to cause my smile to immediately dissipate, my breath getting stuck in my throat. 
"I'm not soft Lilly. I can assure you that." He looked me up and down. "And I know for a fact you're glad I'm not." Holy fucking mother of god. Keep talking. His voice dropped a few decibels as he pulled me onto his lap, laying my back against the metal safety railing. "We're going to cause some trouble this tour Lil. I think that's what you're after right? Some fun?" I nodded quickly. What was coming over me. My god I was never this easily persuaded. What happened to making him work for it Liliana? Not going to make it easy for him?  Funny. THAT'S THE FUCKING OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU'RE DOING.  "Do you need to be here when they finish?" 
"Yeah. They'll go mad if I'm not." He nodded, putting his hands on my ass and pulling me up his lap a little, pushing me down against him. I gasped, feeling him pushing against me like that had my heart pounding out of my chest. It was about to freefall onto the stage below if I wasn't careful. Deep breaths Lil. 
"I didn't see this going like this right now by the way." He lifted one hand, wrapping it around my waist and standing up slowly. I literally was just a fucking feather to him. Jesus. Fucking. Christ.