I want a best friend: Someone who will hug me tight when I'm down. Someone who will beat up the guys that hurt me. Someone who knows every single detail about me. Someone who will make laugh until I cry. Someone I can be myself with. Someone who won't cause too much fucking drama. Someone who keeps all of his promises. Someone who I will eventually fall in love... And someone who will eventually love me back.


14. Fourteen


Chapter Thirteen 
I Read The Hate 


I grunted as the bus takes the parking space for it. I let out another sigh before closing my laptop and walking over to my bunk so that the lads think that I am sleeping. I rub my eyes and positioned myself to sleep, I knew that it was stupid to stay up late, but I just couldn't stop. I have no idea how a picture of Slate and I kissing was leaked (I'm thinking Ronald again...) but ever since it happened, everyone was blowing up and sending me death threats, and such. I'm not sure if Slate knows about this, but I am more than sure that he will be pissed if he does.

"Wake up Princess." Slate's voice said as he shook me. "We are here."
"Give me ten more hours." I whined as I tried to cover myself with the duvet. 
"Come on Scotty." Slate chuckled. "We can go and grab your favourite breakfast." He kissed my exposed arm. "I don't think that I will be able to eat all the waffles by myself." 
"Sometimes I hate you." I said as I uncovered myself and stared at Slate. 

He was smiling, his perfect and gorgeous smile surrounded by the scruff of his five days without shaving. The crinkles that form at the sides of his eyes when he does smile. His eyes open and staring at me. I have no idea, how I became friends with someone so beautiful, I could stay all day staring at him and I wouldn't find a single thing that had to change. He was perfect.

"You've got half an hour Princess." Slate kissed my nose. "Is that enough for you?"
I nodded. "Is Brian coming with us?" I questioned.
Slate came closer and kissed my ear. "It's only you and I. A date Princess." He whispered, kissed it once again and walked away, letting me stare at his bare back.

I sighed and got up, picking out my cloth before making my way towards the second bathroom the bunker bus had. I can't believe that Slate is asking me out on a date, like we are not even boyfriend and girlfriend yet... We simply share a lot of kisses, nothing has changed really, apart from the kisses, everything is still the same. 

"Scotty?" Sate at my door. "Your phone is ringing. Do you want me to check out who is it?"
"Just see if it is my mom." I replied. "Anyone else just ignore them." I added as I did my make-up. 

Going out with Slate meant that I had to look flawless if I didn't want for the paps to eat me alive or the fans. I had to be perfect for Slate, and I don't think that I will be able to do that. I'm so scared of not being perfect enough. 
Once I was done, I walked out of the bathroom and heard Slate laughing, most likely my mother told him a joke or they are laughing about some random story of me. I threw my things on my bunk and made my way towards Slate. When he saw me his smile became wider and he grabbed me by the hips and kissed my temple. 

"She is here with me." Slate smiled down at me. "We are going to get breakfast on iHop before we go to do some shopping for the event and then we have to come back for the rehearsal and we'll send you the selfie." I gave him a questionable look and he shook his head. "I will tell her then. We love you too." He added and hanged up the phone.
"What did she say?" I questioned taking my phone from his grasp. 
"That she misses you and that she will come to one of the concerts." Slate winked. "Now, let's get going, we have a tight agenda." 
"When is she coming?" I questioned as I took a hold of Slate's hand. 
"Next week." Slate replied kissing my head. "Do you have your sunglasses?" I nodded. "Put them on Princess, I don't want for you to go blind." 

I chuckled at his comment and we made our way out of the bunker bus. Slate was right about me getting blind, apart from the huge star we call sun, there were billions of paparazzi snapping pictures and shouting, and all the flashes were blinding us, even when it was like eight am. Slate tried to protect me, and even though he was like way taller than me, paps always found a way to bother me. 


"Are you two dating?" Someone shouted and I tensed at the question. Slate took notice of that, because his grip became tighter and we walked faster to the taxi that was waiting for us. 

People kept shouting those questions and I tried to block them away cause I was more than sure that if they kept, I would be having a panic attack, and that was the last thing that I needed. It was so much pressure with people shouting about us dating and all the comments that people sent me telling em that I wasn't good enough for Slate and that I was never going to be what he needed. I couldn't take it anymore, I had to tell Slate that I had done the one thing that he asked me no to do. 

Once we entered the cab, I stared at him, my eyes getting teary. "What is wrong Princess?" Slate questioned. "What happened? Please tell me what it is so that I can fix it." 
"I don't think you can fix the broken." I whispered. 
"Scotland?" Slate voice was low.
"I read the hate Slate." I sighed. "I was up all night reading it. I know-" I couldn't even finish talking because Slate had already embraced me and I was crying. 
"I will fix it." Slate said as he rubbed my back. "I promise." 









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