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None of us miss a beat as we go straight into the song.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Being back in my apartment feels surreal but it is nice to be in familiar surroundings with all of my own things and my bed. I sleep for a whole day after travelling from Liverpool back to Dublin to pick back up with Elle and Kevin, and then we flew back to New York the following morning. Luckily, I made it without too much fanfare, but there are more stories after Adam announced me to the world. I did my best to avoid reading or watching anything but, Brooke takes great pleasure giving me a play by play on what people think of Aidan Gass being snagged by a lowly literary agency worker.

For the most part, the fans are positive about it, of course it helps that the label put out a positive press release and, with some cajoling, we both agreed to do an exclusive interview, Adam hasn’t decided who with or when, either way it won’t happen till after the tour.

My return to work was full of squeals and questions from the girls on staff which Iz allowed for about half an hour then told everyone to leave me in peace.

Mom came across from Brooklyn the week after I got back and we went to a local pizza place. I did get recognised but to my delight, people left me alone, there were a lot of whispers and stares. I guess that came from living in New York where it wasn’t unusual to see celebrities walking around. Not that I am a celebrity by any stretch of the imagination.

We video called with Adam, planning to meet in person once he got back. This is my life now. It is insane but feels right at the same time. These last couple of weeks have been fine. Adam will be here soon and I can’t wait to see him.

Megan didn’t show up much at the gym, so I text her, however, she let me know she has extra shifts and can’t make it. She does agree to come out at the weekend with us.

During our call last night, Adam said Erica wouldn’t admit to having anything to do with the photo leak or his missing phone. No one claimed responsibility for the pictures but the other girl did admit to taking his phone, so got fired. Adam wanted Erica off the tour too but Bianca persuaded him against it, it could open the band up to a wrongful dismissal suit because as far as anyone knew, she did nothing wrong. He was pissed about it but he did say pretty much everyone avoided her now.

Saturday night arrives and I head to Brooke’s to get ready. We’re going to a club rather than McAllister’s; I’m looking forward to some dancing and drinks with my two friends.

Adam calls just before they go on stage at the festival they’re headlining in London. It’s nearing midnight there. He’s pumped for the last show and can’t wait to finish and get home.

“You guys are sickening,” Brooke tells me, touching up her lipstick after I end the call.

“Green is not your colour,” I tell her, zipping up my dress. It’s black and fitted with leather panels on the hips and shoulders. I’ve paired it with nude heels I know are going to kill me by the end of the night but I look good, and it feels nice to get dressed up for a change.

“So when they get here, I can pick one of the other guys in the band right? Archer is cute but the drummer, mmm,” she does a little shimmy.

“I already told you about him. Jordan has a different girl every night,” I point out. “He’s sweet and funny but girl, you don’t know where he has been.”

“I don’t mind at all being a notch on his bedpost.”

“Slut,” I grin.

“We can’t all be husband-upped.”

“We are not…that,” I say with a frown.

“But you could be.”

“It’s too soon for that.”

“What would you say if he did ask though?”

“He’s not going to ask.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Will you stop,” I huff. “Let me just enjoy myself.”

She waves a hand. “Fine, but if he does you better call me first.”

I roll my eyes. “Let’s go.”

We take a cab to 1 Oak in Chelsea which is not far from Brooke’s apartment. It’s a really good place for a girl’s night out, plus it helps Brooke knows a bar tender there who has already told the door staff to let us skip the queue. We get situated at one of the booths when another group of women here for a Bachelorette party, welcome us to their group. It’s rowdy and loud and what I’ve been craving. The three of us spend hours dancing and drinking, although Megan not as much as Brooke and me, when we got involved in the shot contest with the Bachelorette girls. We make an agreement we wouldn’t post anything on Instagram, at least nothing distinguishable, the last thing I want was random people coming to ask about Adam.

BreakNeck has been posting through the night, both the show and after party. It’s around five am in London and they’re still partying but I’m happy for them. They’ve wrapped up another phenomenally successful tour.

“Phew, girl I am getting too old for this,” Brooke laughs as we come back to the booth after another round of dancing.

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