As we ran through crowd, I heard some fan comments.
"Who's that Trevor's with? She is so ugly like what is she compered to me." And then "oh my god that girl Trevor's with is so pretty and she's probably talented too. They are now my new OTP."
I could feel the warmth of Katherine's hand in mine. It felt so right almost like her hand has made just to fit in mine. All the sudden my hand went cold.
I lost Trevor's hand. Fans were pulling me away from him. Yelling these horrible things in my face. I kept hearing she is so ugly and just using him for his fame. I was about to cry. I was looking around trying to find one of the boys. I was too short to be able to look over the mob of fans. I felt a pair of hands grab me from behind. I began to scream. I never had to deal with fans. Ever. I wasn't a big pop star or famous anything. And my hatred of the human race wasn't making this any better. I was picked up and lead away from the crowd. I couldn't tell who picked me up. I honestly didn't care. I was put down by the elevator and opened my eyes. I saw Trevor there looking at me very worriedly. I knew he was a worry wart though I thought he wouldn't care about me. Maybe I'm just another fan to him. He came toward me and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry." He kept whispering in my ear. The elevator finally came and Trevor pulled me in with him and left his arm draped on my shoulders. After us came in Kian. He was the one who saved me from the crowd.
"Kian, thank you." I said.
"No problem, it's all in a days work. Not to mention that Trevor would have killed me if I didn't do anything. He really cares about you, you know." He replied. Wow he said that Trevor cared about me. I didn't have very much time to think about it. The elevator opened and we got out. Trevor showed me to his room and opened the door. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I'm sorry about the fans. They can be pretty territorial over us, the guys, you know. Are you okay?" He asked genuinely concerned.
"I guess just a little shaken up. I'm not used to being mobbed and called horrible things like what they called me. They think we're dating. I mean why would they think that?" I said.
"Why would they think that?" She said.
"They probably just jumped to the conclusion of that. But while we're on the subject I want to ask you something." I told her.
"Well what are you waiting for. Ask me the question." She said really sassily. God I love her sass. It suits her.
"Will you go on a date with me?" I said my voice shaking.
Before she could reply JC walked in saying that it was time for the meet and greet.
Trevor just asked me out. Oh god.