"Are you sure you're okay?" Gerald asked resting his hands on your shoulders.
"Yes baby, I promise. Now go your fans are waiting." You lied shooing him towards the stage. He shook his head and pecked your cheek before walking towards the door.
You lied down on the couch in the center of the room, resting your head on the arm. You felt absolutely horrible. You lied on your side, clutching your stomach. You wanted to cry, but you tried your best to brave through it.
You lied there listening to the faint sound of the music. It's been an hour, you felt like death.
"Yo Y/N you're not looking the best." One of Gerald's friends said squatting next to you, petting your hair.
"I'm fine." You shivered.
"I'll be right back." He sighed standing up and leaving the room. You heard the music stop, a few moments later you heard Gerald start speaking.
"I'm sorry guys, I had one more songs but I'm gonna have to cut it short. My girlfriend is in the back, and she isn't feeling the best. Thanks for coming out." You heard the door to the dressing room open as Gerald walked in.
"You didn't have to do that." You spoke.
"Yes I did, it was only one song. You're more important than a song." He said grabbing your hand. "Here stand up." He said helping you. He lied down were you were and pulled you on top of him.
He wrapped his arms tightly around you and placed a kiss on your head.
"I love you, babygirl. I don't like it when you're hurting." He sighed tracing circles on your back.
"Thank you." You said gripping his shirt.
"Being such an amazing boyfriend." You said looking up at him.
"Only the best for my girl." He said moving your hair out of your face and rubbing your cheek.