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

"That's right.  We have to make sure he stays sober today, Banks. He can't afford to slip up."

"Yeah, I know. We will have our work cut out for us. I can tell all this stress with Moretti is getting to him. Then to have the media shit happen as well... all on the same day he is mourning his dad. You remember when I lost my mother, right?  You know that date by heart because I'm a mess every year."

"Oh, we know..." Paul teases. "That's the day Hollan sends you to the spa and drops a thousand bucks to get you out of your hair."

"Ahaa.....haaaa....haaaa." I squint my eyes, and I flip him off.  "Anyway, how's your mom? You've been getting a lot more phone calls lately."

Paul knows I now know a little more if his background from the short time we were together. We talked... a lot. More than I've ever talked to Paul in my life. I also know when Paul stiffens up the minute his phone reads a number from New York.

"Same as Julia."

"That bad?" I raise an eyebrow.

"That bad..." Paul folds his hands on the table and looks down.

"Hey." I put my hand over Paul's and look up at him. "You know if you ever need someone to vent for, I'm your gal. I know you have feelings in there under that big tough bodyguard exterior."

"Umm-hmm." That's all he gives me, but he nods, and I can tell in those sexy smoldering eyes of his he is silently thankful.  I know Paul. Maybe better than anyone else on this tour now. He'll come around and talk...when he's ready. 

Right now, all I can do is be here for everyone.

 For Nate, for James, for Paul...

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Nate walks in ready to go but the person walking in with him is definitely NOT Hailey Cameron. That's for fucks sure.

"Who the hell is that?" I say while my eyes look over the man.

"Not sure but you may want to lift your jaw that just dropped, Banks." Paul laughs at me when I see the VERY attractive......reporter?? I watch him sit in the chair next to Nate and begin the interview.

And what an interview it was. Of course, I was too busy staring at the man instead of listening. When I say he's hot.... He's really hot. Like James hot. Like Nate hot. Like he should be a model hot. did I mention he is fucking HOT?

Not only is the guy good-looking. He's a great reporter. Aaannnd he spoke English. Not a lick of a French accent to him, making it known he is from the U.S. All the questions he asked were very respectful questions. The man genuinely wanted to know about Nate and his music. He didn't bring up the recent news about Nate's heart issues. He didn't bring up Mila Giovanni or Julia. He brought up the tour, the setlist, the music. All things Nate loves to talk about. They hit it off right away and it was seriously the best interview of Nate's I've ever witnessed. Nate was himself, not fake. His loud laugh filling the room. His love for music and playing the guitar. It was the perfect interview!

******

*James*

Jonah and Casey take care of me while Julia sleeps in Nate's dressing room. After a few hours I head to the room to check in on her and see she's starting to wake up.

"I'm thinking the anxiety medication worked." I smile at Julia who seems a little bit confused as to where she is. She looks down at herself and then covers her face with her hands to cry. I sit next to her on the couch and give her a nod.

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask.

"I'm so embarrassed." Julia drops her hands to look at me.

"Embarrassed? Why?"