For The Plot

19

"You haven't eaten all day."

"I'm not hungry."

"Liar. Heard your stomach in the car."
Rosie giggled and removed herself from my face, enough for me to open my eyes and glance up at him. He stood with authority, his arms crossed, his chin tilted down at me. His eyes staring into my soul.

"I can't eat right now, I have to squeeze into my mini dress."

I watched him roll his eyes with a little groan. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't hot. "I'm making you pasta." He strolled off.

"I can't eat pasta." I stated like it was obvious. "Do you want all the headlines to be 'is Lowen Pierce pregnant?'?"

"Why not?" He opened the cupboard, pulling out the box of pasta. "You'd look hot pregnant." He turned and winked at me. I grinned like a little girl at the way he quoted it. "You girls want anything?"

"We ate before we came, but thank you." Carla directed her voice at Elijah.
"Girl you're making me feel so single." She bent down and whispered in my ear as she put my hair in a roller.

"Preach, and I have a man." Rosie groaned.

I can't tell if Elijah's putting on a show in front of the girls or not. I know it's supposed to be for show, but I'm enjoying boyfriend Elijah. He's sweet, and caring. And hot.

"I'll do your lips after you eat." Rosie told me as she finished up the finishing touches of my makeup. Carla had a small section of hair still to do, and worked away on it.

I found peace in the faint hum of the extractor fan and boiling pasta. I shut out any worries about having a 'stalker', tonight going wrong, or ugly photos in the press. I'm safe at home with my girls and Elijah.

Rosie went to my closet to lay my outfit on my bed. My hair was finally all contained in pink rollers, so Clara followed Rosie to 'give us some privacy'.

"Here, you better empty the bowl." Elijah handed me a pasta dish, sitting across from me on a stool he dragged over.

"Elijah, I really appreciate it but I can't eat half of this."

He raised him eyebrows and stared at me in such a demanding way. "You need to look after yourself, Lowen. How will you preform all night with no energy?"

"I always do." And usually faint afterwards. "It's fine."

He took the bowl from my grip, stabbing the fork into a few pieces before holding it up to my face. "What am I, five years old?"

"You're acting like it. Eat."
I stared at his pissed-off face, opening my mouth wide. I pursed my lips around the fork, conscious of not ruining my makeup.

I chewed down the food, not realising how good a meal would be. "Who were you ringing? Have you been talking to Sam and Jess?"

He repeated his actions, feeding me like a child. "I rang Samuel first. Explained my outburst and asked him to pass on news to Jess. Then I called up the place tonight and asked to bunk up security."

"Eli, don't worry. That place is already crawling with security. I'll be okay."

"Yeah you will, I'm not leaving your side." He shoved the fork forcefully when he saw me denying another bite.

"That's not your responsibility." I took the fork off him, copying him by stabbing a few pieces and offering the to him.

"Just because you can look after yourself doesn't mean you should have to. That's what I'm here for." He took the food offering.