| � Heather!� Dustin yelled, banging on the door. � You�re late! Come on!� Nick opened his eyes, and looked at Heather who was sleeping peacefully in his arms. He smiled and quickly kissed her forehead, before hearing Dustin outside the door. He yawned, and carefully removed her from his arms and slid out of the bed careful not to wake her. The banging continued, and Nick ran out to the door, opening it quickly. Dustin stood there looking at Nick, in his boxers, his hair disheveled, a little stubble on his face. � What is it Dustin?� He asked. � Where�s Heather?� He asked. � She�s asleep-� � Well tell her to get up. She�s late for her sound check-� � I�m coming!� She called from behind Nick. � Sorry,� � Ill be downstairs,� Dustin said before turning and walking away. Nick closed the door and turned around, going back in the bedroom. Heather was pulling her jeans on and had on his sweatshirt. Her hair wasn�t combed, but it was pulled back in a messy ponytail. � What are you doing?� He asked. � I have a sound check-� � You�re sick. You can�t possibly go. You need to stay in bed,� He said crossing his arms over his chest. She glanced up at him before dropping to the floor and looking under the bed. � I have to go. Have you seen my shoes?� � They�re out front. Heather-� � Nick, I have to go. You can come with me if you�d like. But I have to go. I have a show tonight.� � You�re gonna wear yourself out,� � Nick I gotta go. Are you coming or not?� � Yeah,� he sighed. � Give me ten minutes,� ~ Nick stood backstage watching Heather go through the show. She wasn�t very energetic and hardly danced� but no one noticed. The sound crew were too focused on the audio, the dancers went through the motions, but weren�t 100% either, and Dustin was busy with another set of problems. Heather was in the middle of � You Got Lucky� when she collapsed suddenly. Everyone stopped for a moment, afraid to move, except Nick who ran out to her and picked her up in his arms. � I�m getting her out of here.� He said just as Dustin ran on stage. � Cancel the goddamned show Dustin. She�s not performing tonight.� � We can�t, Nick.� � You can and you will. I�m not gonna let you work her to death,� He yelled carrying her off stage. � Cancel it!� Dustin had ordered the limo before Nick ever got to the back of the arena. Bill, one of Heather security guards held the door open for him, and helped him get heather into the car. The limo pulled away from the arena and Nick looked back to see hundreds of fans that had been standing just outside the gates for Heather. ~ � How are you feeling now?� He whispered into her ear, handing her a glass of champagne. � Better. I guess all I needed was a little R&R and a little time with my fabulous boyfriend-� � Ah ah ah,� He smiled. � Business partner. Nick�s your boyfriend,� � Speaking of Nick I have to be getting back. This was supposed to be about the tour.� � This is about the tour. I�m afraid I can�t finish the tour with you,� � Why? I was just getting used to having you here,� � Yeah, well dear old dad has other plans for me now,� Dustin sighed, looking down into his champagne glass. � But I�ll see you when you get back to the states. I�ll be the first one there to greet you,� � It�s not gonna be the same without you here-� � Oh stop,� He smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. � You�ll do fine. I never really did anything anyway-� � Only the best massages, not to mention your kissing�s not half bad-� Dustin kissed her again, this time with more passion. � You better go,� He whispered after the broke apart. � I�ll see you in the morning,� Heather quickly downed the rest of her champagne and kissed Dustin one last time before leaving. Her room was dark; Nick was probably already asleep. She discarded her coat and went into the bedroom. � What the hell kind of meeting lasts for two hours?� Nick said sitting up in the bed. � Nick, I-� � Who was there?� He interrupted. Besides you and Dustin?� � It was just Dustin and me. He�s leaving the tour and we were trying to find him a replacement,� � Is that all?� � Yes. That�s all,� � Well don�t you think that a decision like that would be something that you�d discuss with management or something?� � Dustin is Harvey�s son� we don�t have to go through management-� � We? Now it�s we?� � Dustin and I-� He waved off her excuse. � I�m sure it was important. Are you coming to bed?� � Yeah, just give me a few minutes.� Heather said going into the bathroom and closing the door. She came back out moments later in her nightshirt. Nick watched her climbed in to bed and leaned over to kiss her cheek. � Goodnight,� � Night,� She said softly, turning off the lights. Next Page |