Once In A Lifetime • Zack Merrick

The Date ^09^

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Elliott's POV;

These past few days have been crazy busy, between interviews, concerts, meet and greets, and trying to keep ourselves sane. Jack has been trying to talk to me, but the second either of us get close to each other, one gets whisked away.

I haven't even had a chance to call Anna, and tell her about everything that went down a couple days ago. 

I managed to sneak away from everyone, and dial her number.

A few moments pass before her voice is booming in my ear.

"HEY SLUT, WHAT IS THE UP?"

I chuckle. "You might wanna sit down An, I've got some shit to tell you." I could hear some rustling around on her end, before a door shuts. 

"Spill."

"I almost had sex with Jack Barakat." 

I moved my phone a little farther from my ear, just in time to hear her scream. "WHAT? ELLI YOU HOE." 

I laugh, leaning against the wall. "Oh no wait that means you're not with Zack?" She asks quickly.

"Where would you get that idea?"

"Oh come on El, you can't tell? It's obvious he fucking likes you, I could see it from the way he looked at you when we met up with them." I bite the inside of my cheek. 

"He does not!" Does he? 

"Elliott I would know better than you, you lack when it comes to the common sense department."

"Wow, rude." The door opens next to me, Jack stepping out. 

"I only speak the truth."

"Yeah yeah, look, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later. Bye." I hang up, sliding my phone into my back pocket.

"Finally we can get a minute alone, I've been trying to talk to you for days." He gives me a big grin. I laugh, stuffing my hands in my pockets. 

"I recommend you talk fast. They'll probably be looking for us soon."

"I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to do something tomorrow? We have a day off, and I thought maybe we could go wander around or something.." He asks awkwardly. 

I'm not sure what to say, I don't want to lead him on. I may want to have sex with him, but I don't really want to date him, as bad as it sounds.

But he knows I don't have plans tomorrow, I mean, we share a bus. A few moments pass before I give him my answer.

"Sure, why not."

-

One mistake. One stupid mistake, and I could be out of a job. Part of me wanted to hit Jack, but I knew it was just as much my fault as it was his. 'What could go wrong?' Apparently, a lot of things, seeing as we're now sitting in a cell in a police station.

Matt was talking to an officer, dark circles under his eyes. 

I feel so bad for him. I didn't want to cause any trouble on this tour, I just wanted to get through it and maybe make a few good memories.

The officer walked over to the cell, unlocking it and letting us out. 

The look that Matt gave us made me want to crawl right back into that cell and throw away the key.

This is turning out to be a shitty night.

5 Hours Earlier

I stood in the bus bathroom, staring at myself in the mirror. Jack had told me to dress fancy, and I ended up going with a simple maroon dress, with black flats. My hair was a complete mess, no matter how I tried to fix it, so I ended up pulling it into a messy bun. I put on some eyeliner and light lip gloss. 

I'm not really the biggest fan when it comes down to makeup, but I put it on to finish off the look tonight.

I decided I looked good, and grabbed my over the shoulder bag, that had my phone and wallet in it. Everybody had left the bus, most of them going off to the mall, but a couple decided to wander around the town to get some fresh air.

Jack waited for me right outside the bus, wearing a suit. Where the hell is he taking me?

"You look beautiful." He smiles, grabbing my hand. Part of me wants to pull away, but I decide against it. I don't want to hurt his feelings. 

We walk for a few minutes before he pauses, turning to me. "Close your eyes."

"What? Why?" I question. 

"Please! I want it to be a surprise." I hesitate, but close my eyes, letting him lead me along the sidewalk. 

About a minute passes before he stops. "Alright, you can open them."

I open my eyes, looking past him, to the restaurant we stand in front of. 

"McDonalds? Really, Jack?" I laugh, and he quickly joins in. 

"Only the best for you, my dear." He says in a fake British accent, making me laugh even harder. 

We head inside, ordering our food and sitting down. I honestly don't care that we went here, I just wish he didn't make me dress up. People were giving us weird looks.

We finish pretty quickly, and walk around town talking for a while, before stumbling upon a large house, classical music playing loudly from inside. What looked like security was standing around the entrance.

Jack turned to me, a smirk on his face. "Jack, no." He pouts his lip. 

"Come on Elli! We'll be in and out in like five minutes. What could go wrong?" It did seem kind of exciting. 

I roll my eyes, before agreeing slowly.

"How do you even plan on getting in? I doubt security would just let us stroll on in." He grins. 

"They won't even know we're there."

-

We sneak around to the side of the house, and end up finding a cracked open window. Jack peeked inside, before opening it and climbing in, motioning for me to follow. It was a bathroom.

He opened the door slowly, grabbing my hand and exiting. 

This place was very fancy, and there were people scattered, drinking champagne. 

A waiter offers us some, and we take it, downing it quickly. 

We walked around for a few minutes, completely bullshitting our way through the conversations when people spoke to us.

We were about to leave, when I bumped into someone, stumbling backwards into a bookcase filled with expensive looking things. I stood still in complete fear as it wobbled, before falling forward. The sound of shattering glass filled the room, and everyone stopped.

A man stepped forward, eyes wide with anger. They quickly narrowed when he looked at me. "Who the hell are you? This is a private party! Security!"

Jack grabbed my hand. "That would be our cue to get out of here." He ran through a door, leading us further into this maze of a home trying to find an exit. 

He ended up leading us to a dead end, security right behind us.

They grabbed us roughly, pushing us back through the house, past all the people, and out the doors, into a waiting police car.