When the lights fade out

I knew that a promise wouldn't make them stay, so that's why I told them that if they don't, I'll make sure that they go on stage in just their briefs. Needless to say, it totally worked.
River finds herself signed up for being the temporary assistant stylist for The Vamps. She doesn't want to do it because she thinks that all the practice she needs is inside her high school classroom. Will four boys be able to change her mind, or will they just make her never want to see them again?


4. Heart attack

I knew that a promise wouldn't make them stay, so that's why I told them that if they don't, I'll make sure that they go on stage in just their briefs. Needless to say, it totally worked. 

I sort through a few shirts as Brad stands behind me, pulling on some skinny jeans. I toss a reddish pink button up shirt behind me and when I hear him say it's okay for me to turn around, I do. He has black skinnies, a white t shirt with the button up over top. 

"Do you think I could maybe have some necklaces?" Brad asks, pointing to the box of them. I grab it and hand it over to him, letting him sort through.

"So is it fun being in a band?" I ask as he rummages through the necklaces. He looks up at me with a genuine smile and a sparkle to his eyes.

"Yeah it's great! Making music and being with your three favorite lads all the time is fantastic!" As he goes on to tell me about the lifestyle, I watch how happy he is when he talks about it. He becomes less silly and more real. 

"So what about the fans chasing you around? Ever get tired of that? I know I would..." I ask him, thinking about Celeste getting twitter updates on her favorite celebs locations. Always know where they are.

"No, not really. I thought I would, but it just reminds me that we're doing something that people love. And we love it to of coarse, but without the fans we would be no where" He smiles every bigger, and I can't help but smile too. 

"I've seen a few of your videos on you tube. You guys are really good" I tell him while he puts on his second outfit of a sweater and jeans. 

"Thanks! What cover is your favorite?" He asks me, and I step back from adjusting his sweater, thinking about the question for second.

"Oh I dunno...I liked all of them, really" I tell him, knowing I can't narrow it down to just one. I'll admit, I thought they all were amazing.

"Okay then, who do you like the best?" He winks and nudges me. My cheeks go red when I realize what he's asking. I already know the answer to that question, and almost as if reading my mind, Tristan walks in. Keeping my head down and knowing I'm blushing even more, Brad lets out a little 'oh!' followed by a laugh. He then jumps off the dressing block he was standing on and leaves the room, flashing me a smile over his shoulder. 

"Hey! I'm not done with...you..." I huff when I realize that he's not coming back, keeping my back to Tristan. I take a deep breath and turn around, seeing Tristan with his hands in his pockets looking up at me smiling.

"So..." He starts, and I just grab some clothes and hand them to him. I turn back around and wait for him to change into them.

"You can turn around now" He tells me a few minutes later, his voice filling up the room and making me feel warm. I turn around, only to see him just pulling down his sweater giving me a nice flash of his slim torso. I avert my eyes, staring at the floor instead.

"I see you can't handle how unbelievably good looking I am" He states sarcastically while giving me an exaggerated hair flip. I just laugh and shake my head, glad he broke the ice. 

"Oh yes. That's totally it" I reach forwards and fix his sweater so that it sits right on his shoulders. It's here when I realize how tall he actually is. I slowly look up, meeting his eyes. He gives me a silly smile and takes a step forward, but his right foot slips off the block and he tumbles backwards right into a rack of clothing. I let out a burst of laughter but quickly cover my mouth. Tristan just groans from underneath a pile of clothes that he took down when he fell. 

"Should I get a shovel to dig you out of there?" I laugh when I hear him groan, thinking he's okay. He doesn't respond to my joke, so I gingerly walk over and peer down at him. His eyes are closed and his face scrunched up.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?!?" I crouch down, pulling clothing off of him, genuinely concerned that he hurt himself. 

When I've pushed all the clothes aside, I just stare at him. What do I do now? I poke his cheek, getting another grunt in response. 

"Tristan?" I ask quietly, bending my head down so I'm right above his. My eyes search his face. "I'm going to get help, okay? Just hang tight" I move to get up but am pulled back down by Tristan clutching onto the front of my shirt pulling his face closer so that our noses are touching. I stop breathing.

"River..." He starts, and I just nod, parting my lips. He takes a breath before he continues "Tell my mother I love her" And with that he slumps back down, pretending to die. I whack his arm playfully when I see a ghost of a smile on his face. 

"You almost gave me a heart attack. I thought you'd actually hurt yourself!" I tell him with an annoyed tone in my laughter filled voice. I stand up, brushing my knees off. 

"It was convincing though, yeah?" He asks, getting up and jumping back onto the block.

"Yes" I say, trying to hide my smile not wanting to give him anymore satisfaction. 

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