Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 22-23 We're Not Together/ Into The Stars

*Trisha*

"Shit. Shit! Trisha.... Trish wake up."

I hear the British accent and groan when he opens the curtain to my bunk.

"What is it?" I mutter and roll over to face him. Nate never wakes me up unless it's something important. He hands me his phone and read the article.

"Lovely. Ok... I'm on it. I'll call Elliott right now." I yawn and try to make light of the situation for Nate. He doesn't need this stress. Not today. I know what today is. The hardest fucking day of Nate's life happened today.

The day his father died...seventeen years ago. Ironic the news is posting this stuff about Nate's heart issues on the exact day his dad died of a heart attack.

I throw some clothes on and grab my phone to get right down to business. It's all part of my job. I'm at Nate's exposal 24/7. I signed up for this. There's no sleeping in. No weekends off. No clocking out at the end of the day.  But I love my job. I love the paycheck. I love Nate. So I will do anything to make his life easier.

I iron things out within ten minutes while on the phone with Elliott. Elliott is already on top of it and going to hold a press conference to assure the public Nate is fine. He's not fine. But we will lie.

"Alright, Playboy. Elliott's putting out the fires and taking care of everything. You have your first interview at eleven, so let's go into the venue and have breakfast, ok?" I stretch and pat Nate on the shoulder letting him know it's all taken care of. "Should I wake up one of these two goons to be our bodyguard?"

"No... Let them sleep. We can get from point A to point B just fine this early in the morning." Nate turns to Julia. "You coming?"

"I'll wait for James to wake up so I can help him, then I'll go in."

Nate takes a deep breath while sliding out of the booth to throw clothes on.

"It's all over the internet. Pictures of you holding your chest. You should have told me you were having issues, Nate. I only see the backside of you."

"And you love seeing the backside of me, dontcha darlin." He smirks while pulling up his sweatpants making me roll my eyes.

We leave the tour bus and head to the large stadium where breakfast is set up.

"Seriously, are you ok today?" I ask quietly while the caterers fill our plates. Nate waist until we are seated to respond.

"It's just like, one minute he's here and the next he's gone." His voice cracks. "Then to have this shit posted all over the place on the anniversary of dad's death. The timing is impeccable."

"I know, sweetie." I take his hand from across the table and squeezes it. Nate knows I understand. God, I'm a shit show on the anniversary of my mother's death so I get it.

"Seventeen years. Can you believe it? He's been gone for seventeen years."

I frown and my heart breaks seeing Nate so sad like this. I knew today would be tough. I can also tell Nate is about to cry so I quickly change the subject to help him save face.

"Did you talk to your hot mess this morning?" 

"Yeah. I didn't tell her what today was. She doesn't need to know. We're not together." He rolls his eyes.

"Sooooo.... am I canceling everything for tomorrow? I booked the hotel for tonight, too, so you guys could get an extra day... I booked rooms for everyone. And tomorrow I booked the-"

"Everything is on." He cuts me off. "Keep the rooms. We're still gonna do everything regardless of our situation."

"Good. Because I think the rest of the clan is really excited for the Eiffel Tower tour tomorrow! But are you?" I ask.