“Say it, Iri.” He hisses through gritted teeth. I shake my head, looking down to avoid his piercing blue eyes that were penetrating my own.
“Say it.” He repeats, louder this time. I shake my head once more before his arms are suddenly pinning me up against the brick wall behind me and my body is arched to his. I gasp in shock and his finger-tips press softly into my waist; causing me to shiver under his touch.
“Say it, Iri.” He smirks slightly, eyes trailing over my face and finally landing on my lips. I draw in a deep breath and look up to see his eyes mirroring my own.
“I-” My words are cut off by his lips crashing to my own.


3. Chapter 3 - Cupcake

Gripping the piece of paper with the address scribbled on, I look up to see the sign 'Emblem Studios'. This was it. Taking a deep breath, I push open the  double glass door. It was a fairly large room with a desk in the center and various framed pictures of artists and the same two men littering the vast white walls. I let the door shut behind me and shoulder my bag as I approach the desk. A man wearing wide-framed white glasses, probably around his mid-twenties was seated behind it with a phone pressed to his ear. His hair was dyed a pastel pink colour and his lip was pierced with several piercings also in his ear. He was wearing a white t-shirt and tight fitting black jeans with a pair of converse, completing his demanding look. He notices me and flashes me a smile before holding up a finger as he tells the person on the other end of the phone he has to go.
"Pop stars! They don't stop talking!" The man says in a high voice as he puts the phone back in it's holder and sits down on the chair behind the desk, sighing in relief and closing his eyes for a moment before before grinning at me.
"Hiya, honey. How can I help?" He chimes, eyebrows lifted.
"Hi, erm... I'm Iris Young." I say, in hopes that he was Lee, the man who had replied to my emails.
"Oh, darling!" He exclaims, standing up from his chair and clapping his hands together.
"Great to meet you," He chimes, stepping from behind the desk and bombarding me with a tight hug. I stand stiff and awkward, not used to this kind of physical contact.
"And by the way, darling, I love your hair!" He picks up one of my dark curls and twists it around his fore-finger before letting it fall back onto my chest.
"Thank you," I say indifferently, clutching my hair in my own fist as he turns on the spot; signalling over his shoulder for me to follow him. 
"So, Iris... Tell me, darling." He leads me down a hall and into a large room. I can see one of three large expensive looking recording booths. The first has three chairs set up, guitar resting by the last and headphones lying on the seat of each of them. The walls in this were a cushioned deep purple and the equipment set up outside of it comes into view as Lee switches on the light.
"Why did you want to work here? I have to say your application that you sent me was simply a-mazing," He begins to fiddle with a few controls on the mixing desk infront of the spotless glass separating us both from the recording booth. I think for a moment before answering.
"Well, I've always loved music. It's been a major part of my life since I can remember." I shrug, not really sure how to express how much it meant to me with just words.
"Do you play anything?" He asks, American accent thick. I nod in answer, telling him I play piano and guitar and love to sing.
"Amazing, simply perfect, darling." He exclaims cheerily, before pushing his wide-framed glasses further up his nose. 
"Anyway, the band that were just in here are on a lunch break at the moment but they'll be back any second. I don't need you to help out with anything but you can sit and observe if you want, darling." He raises his plucked eyebrows at me and I nod; I had nothing else to do but unpack and I was putting that off for as long as possible.
"Sure," I smile and he pulls a stool up for me to sit down on next to the mixing board. He sits down too before turning to face me.
"I'm Lee by the way," He smiles broadly at me, showing off a perfect row of pearly white teeth.
"Iri," I tell him with another smile and he goes to say something but is interrupted by the door to the room being opened. In walks three boys, no older than nineteen or twenty. The first sprouted blonde hair with a blue streak through the fringe, the second had deep charcoal eyes that glistened as they pass over my face, the third was tall and evidently muscular; his grey eyes mischievous and captivating at the same time. I keep my lips set in a thin line as his eyes meet mine and they skit over my body; lips curving into a grin.
"Iri darling, this is Jack, Chase and Brady. Otherwise known as Gear 3." Lee introduces the boys in turn. The first with the blue streak shoots me a smile, the second mock bows and the third, Brady, continues to stare at me with a smirk. I look down and fiddle with one of the many bracelets adorning my wrists. 
"Anyway, let's get going guys! We only have until two this afternoon to get this finished so you better hurry it!" Lee claps his hand and ushers the three boys into the recording studio.  I lift my eyes up to watch them for the rest of the day. Lee shows me how to work the mixing board, the controls on the computer and various other things around the studio once the boys have gone a few hours later.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Iri!" Lee chirps and I wave as I shoulder my bag and step out the front door onto the street. The sun was setting and casting a beautiful orange glow over everything as I start the short walk back to the hotel. 
"Hey there, cupcake." A deep American voice says, causing me to look behind me. The lean shape of Brady hurries his pace until he matches mine.
"Hey." I say indifferently, unsure why he was still here. They had left several hours ago.
"It was really good today wasn't it?" He asks me, lifting an eyebrow. I shift my bag higher on to my shoulder and give a quick nod. In that moment, I realised I was alone on the street with him. And he made me feel... uncomfortable. I didn't like it. Flashes of images flood my mind. Screaming, fists, blood and shouts. 
"How are you?" Brady's voice drags me from my thoughts and back to the present moment. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not. I nod and he clears his throat; clearly not used to a girl reacting to him this way.
"Are you living out here now or just staying?" He presses, urging for me to continue the conversation with him.
"Living." I state simply. I hear him chuckle deeply and out of the corner of my eye I see him shake his head.
"You're not a talker are you?"
"Only when I have to," I reply. The truth was I didn't like letting people in. Letting people in meant letting people see what kind of things went on in your head. That was the last thing I wanted. 
"Do you have to now?" He asks, throwing me off guard. I didn't mean to come off as rude but I didn't want to let people get close to me. The moment you trust people, the moment they let you down. I'd had enough experience to know that was true.
"Sorry, I don't mean to come off as pushy but I'm just used to people dying to talk to me. Not the other way around." Brady gives a small shrug and I try not to breath a sigh of relief as I spot the hotel coming into view down the street.
"Well, I'm not going to chase you around. I'm just here to work and nothing else," I keep my eyes on the floor and grip my bag handle with both hands.
"Okay, Iri. I'll hold you to that," Brady winks at me with a smirk before stopping and waving to me.
"Catch you later, cupcake." 

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