Kennedy
I was dating a rock star.
Ok, so not exactly a rock star but a musician anyway. The long lines of over excited girls were proof of that.
“Please don’t make me go out there, I can just hide in here until it’s time for you to go on and then I’ll sneak out. It’s the perfect plan. Flawless, some would call it.” I finished with a look that I hoped was pleading and cute enough to get him to agree.
We had been hovering in the bus for a good ten minutes at the moment and as he began running his hand through his hair I knew that I had to at least try and step out of the bus.
“Kennedy you’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll look after you,” he smirked, pulling a fake manly pose, “Seriously, they’ll be so busy fawning over my beautiful face they won’t even notice you.”
“I can’t believe I have got such a modest boyfriend. Boy did I get lucky,” I shot back, leaning in to press my lips to his.
He quickly deepened the kiss, resting his hand on the small of my back and reaching up to push my hair away from my face.
God he was an amazing kisser.
Zac and I had slipped easily into a comfortable relationship. I would tease him about his missing locks, his fussy orange juice tendencies (it had to be Tropicana and it had to be smooth) and his inability to operate the dishwasher. In return he would share his ‘wild’ stories about being on tour, tales of Taylor’s most recent conquest and as cheesy as it sounds, his love.
He was openly affectionate whether it was in front of his best friend, my family or the whole of New York. He would often stop by the store just because he was passing or to bring me lunch from my favourite bakery near his apartment. He was funny, dorky and easy to be around. In other words he was the definition of perfect.
“We should get going before I change my mind,” I murmured, pulling away reluctantly.
“You know, they could always wait. I mean it’s been a year, what’s an extra half hour?” Zac muttered distractedly.
“Oooo half an hour, how appealing,” I started before his cell phone broke through our playful banter.
“Taylor, you have the worst timing ever,” he laughed pulling me into a hug.
“Whatever bro, you need to get in here,” Taylor hung up quickly.
“You ready, Ken?” he grinned, using the nickname he had been given the right to use upon receiving Russ’ official approval.
“Shut up and move Hanson,” I grumbled.
I thought I had been pretty prepared for the concert after I had braved the line of fans waiting outside the venue. Boy had I been wrong.
I don’t think I had ever experienced such a high level of noise in my entire life. The screaming, the singing and the general hysteria that surrounded the guys’ set was amazing and I loved every minute of watching something that was such a huge part of who Zac was.
And I have to admit my inner groupie was way too excited to experience being backstage. I took in every second of the dressing rooms, the pre-show preparations and the special treatment, committing it to memory so I could give Russ the full rundown on Monday that I had promised.
There was the small issue of meeting the parents that had slightly dampened the excitement but after I discovered they were genuinely some of the nicest people I had ever met, I soon relaxed. It helped that I had already met Isaac and Taylor as well some of his other siblings before so I wasn’t too overwhelmed by all these similar looking people.
The girls outside had been friendly as I darted past them, head down and eyes averted while they snapped pictures. Whether they were of me or Zac, I don’t know. He had told me they asked questions that he’d light-heartedly skirted around.
Climbing into bed next to him that night, I realised that it didn’t matter what Zac did for a living, what his last name was or how we’d met. I was the happiest I had been in a long time and it was because of him.
“Your feet are freezing, Ken. You could at least put on a pair of socks for your incredibly talented boyfriend,” he teased me terribly through a moan of discomfort at the temperature of my feet.
“Hey Incredibly Talented Boyfriend, I’m glad you joined eHarmony,” I said sincerely, reaching to give him a kiss.
“Me too, Ken, me too,” he smiled.
“If you keep calling me that, you won’t be for long,” I huffed before crawling into the safety his arms. He poked me in the ribs until I laughed and then he kissed me goodnight.
The End