My fingers lightly tapped the ending to my new song, it fading out in the background. Slowly applause started to rise from the audience filled with celebrities. I could hear the cheers coming from them, but everything seemed muted to me. Everything that came through my ears seemed like there was a filter blocking it. But then suddenly, the lights went out and the screams came alive.
24 hours later.
“Grace! Grace Tomlinson!”
“Grace! What do you have to say about the VMA black out?!”
“Grace! Comment please!”
“Grace! Can I have a picture? I’m your biggest fan!”
“NO! I’M her biggest fan!”
“Grace! Smile for the camera!”
Flashes from cameras and fans blinded me, but once the safety of the vehicle was is in reach, I grabbed the smooth black handle and slid my body on to the freezing leather. My thin, worn out grey leggings did very little to protect me from the blasting air conditioning. It was one of those very hot fall days in Los Angeles that makes you sit back for a moment and ask yourself if it was September or July.
The paparazzi were relentless from last nights’ power outage after my performance. It was claimed that I had something to do with it; I planned it so my apparently off key performance would get more recognized. It’s a smart move to do, but it’s not my style whatsoever so I don’t even begin to understand how people came up with the idea.
I leaned back against the freezing slick leather I didn’t even know where I was going, I followed my body guards in, but soon enough I was pulling up to the hotel lobby. It was a new hotel as the last one didn’t end very well.
These stairs never seem to end! Gosh I wish the stupid elevator wasn’t broken. Tap. Tap. Taptaptap. What’s that noise anyway? It’s so annoying like I just want to curl up into a little ball and sleep for seven hours. I heaved myself up one flight of stairs, my legs still sore from sprinting a mile and a half with Emmett the other day. But that’s when I saw another pair of legs. Just kidding, make that pairs. My eyes slowly trailed up until I met the faces of very angry teenage girls.
“So you’re the real Grace Tomlinson huh? A snob like you doesn’t deserve that last name.” The blonde one spoke, she was in front of about seven other girls, she reminded me of the Wolf Pack leader. Hehe that’s funny, NO GRACE NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR LAUGHING.
“So you’re a real directioner huh? Someone who cannot accept their family members doesn’t deserve that title.” I fired back. I didn’t mean to come off that bratty, it just sort of happened.
Her eyes narrowed at my sleep deprived pair. It looked like she was mouthing a curse but then I felt the hands tightly wrap around my half my head of hair yanking it into a makeshift ponytail. Pain immediately throbbed to that area, and then that’s when I felt the smack of a hand and with a cold metal band ring on my face. This girl knew how to smack people around for sure.
“I will not be fucking disgraced by a nub like you, celebrity or not.” She spat at me, and that’s when I got tired of everyone’s bullshit.
I quickly grabbed the older teenager’s arm, the one that was tangled in my hair and slowly sunk my nails into it. She retreated her arm back quickly but letting go of my precious hair first, thankfully. I was in no need to go get my hair thickened.
“You listen here, you tell all of your directioners or whatever you call yourselves this alright? Leave me the fuck alone. Grow up and realize that I didn’t make the boys feel pain; I am not the reason for whatever you think I am. Stop accusing me of whatever you think I did when you only know the goddamn media’s perspective. Yes I made my mistakes with everyone, but like you said, I’m a celebrity as a lot of people know, but we’re people too. And like Hannah Montana said, “Nobody is goddamn fucking perfect either!”
I was shouting at the end, my own level of authority in my voice surprised me. Quickly so I wouldn’t do anything else stupid, I took the nearest floor exit.
That was the night that I got back from the VMA’s. I didn’t exactly want to talk to anyone that night, only letting in Jacob so we could cuddle. My fans started a ship name for us, Jacie they called it. I’ve seen many edits of us and it’s all quite adorable.
I sighed looking back out at the hotel knowing in a short period of six hours my fans would be swarming the entrances, booking room after room trying to find me. It was all quite sweet really, but the constant phone ringing in the room, usually leading to me disconnecting got sometimes a bit annoying. I mean I love them and all but sometimes they can be a bit over the top.
“Ms. Tomlinson? Are you quite alright there? We’ve been parked for ten minutes and you haven’t gotten out of the car yet.” The driver man said to me, I should really know his name but I cannot bring myself to remember it. Startled, I jumped in my seat and grabbed my bag.
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine just a bit tired that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie either, I only have received on average two and a half hours of sleep a night, at most. Between traveling and performing I couldn’t sleep, something always had to be done, or perfected. Everything needed to be perfect.
I slowly opened the door, my right arm feeling as if it weighed 100 pounds.
“Ms. Tomlinson, you sure you are alright?”
I nodded but a sudden wave of sickness dropped like a waterfall over me. I slowly made my way from the car to the entrance of the hotel where Jacob greeted me.
“Grace! Babe! You look pale!” His arms quickly gripped my sides pulling me into a hug while his lips kissed my forehead.
“Babe you’re burning up, we need to get you to your room so you can lie down.” I sniffled before nodding, my limbs slowly trying to ease themselves into sleep. Jacob wrapped his arm around my waist trying to steady my swaying body, but I collapsed on the ground instead. I landed flat on my back, a low groan rising from my body. Jacob’s cool bear arms picking me up as if I was a bride and almost ran me to the elevator.
“Don’t… Don’t move so fast, I’m gonna throw up.” I groaned against his chest, I didn’t even feel him flinch; instead he began to stoke my hair instead. Now that’s love.
It seemed as if it was only minute later and I was being undressed and wrapped into a cocoon of blankets and duvets. My head being supported by a few dozen pillows and then a box of tissues were placed on the nightstand, also with a plastic bucket.
“Do you need anything babe? And I mean anything; I’ll get it for you.”
“Just some water, yeah, water sounds nice.”
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AN UPDATE. A VERY SHORT UPDATE BUT ITS AN UPDATE. I PLAN ON UPDATING A LOT MORE REGUARLY NOW, AND JUST FOR YOU GUYS AND MY EXTENSIVE BREAK
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OH MY GOSH GUYS RIGHT OKAY SO I'VE BEEN TALKING TO THIS GUY, IN REAL LIFE, NAMED JACOB
LIKE HIS LEGIT NAME IS JACOB AND WE BOTH KIND OF LIKE EACH OTHER SO I MAY HAVE PREDICTED MY OWN FUTURE WITH THIS BOOK CAUSE LIKE GRACE AND JACOB LIKE OMOMGOMGOMGOGM
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