Chapter Two

Everything at the Poynter-Fletcher house was going good. The only thing that bothered me was Dougie would occasionally come into the bathroom while I was in the shower. Before I moved in, Dougie and Tom had no problem walking around naked or using the bathroom while the other was in the shower. Dougie sometimes forgets to knock before he comes into the bathroom. Otherwise he was 'Audrey trained.' He doesn't watch porn while I'm around and he doesn't purposely walk around naked. Although there was the one time I found him eating breakfast naked.

Tom and I were getting settled in slowly. We still have a few kinks to work out. At night, for instance, he likes to read before he sleeps. Me, I like to just curl up next to him and fall asleep, but I can't with the lights on. Then on Saturdays and Sundays, those are my days to lounge around in pajamas and not do anything but Tom decided those are his days to clean or to go out shopping for food or furniture since we couldn't agree on any. And then we constantly switch sides of the bed during the night and we even have to fight over which side we get. No major fights, just little insignificant fights. The only thing that had major repercussions was the fact he is in a band.

Sure dating someone who is in a band seems like it's the best thing in the world. Money, clothes, anything you have ever dreamed of with a snap of your fingers. The only problem was the fans. Don't get me wrong. Since I had been in London, I had met a few fans and I got along with them wonderfully. But those were the fans that were interested in the guys because they are musical geniuses and not sex gods. The fans that I have yet to meet are the fans that will try anything to be with one of them for one night, the kind of fan that's in love with them before they even meet each other. I admit at one time in my life I used to be like that, but I've grown up and now see how dumb you look when you go up to your celebrity crush and say, "OH MY GOD! TOM FLETCHER I EFFING LOVE YOU!" You look as if you're still in middle school. Those were the fans that scared me the most. You never knew what they were going to do.

I had just walked in the den/office to check up on my emails from Ash. The phone rang and scared the crap out of me. I calmed myself down and let the phone ring two more times before answering. "Hello?"

"Hello love, how are you?" Fletch's British accent came through the line.

"I'm fine. How are you? How's the meet-n-greet going?" I held the phone between my shoulder and ear as I entered my password into my email account.

"Everything's fine. I told Tom that I needed to talk to both of you afterward and he said to call to make sure that you weren't going out or working. So is that okay? If I come over with Tom and Dougie and we'll have a little chat?"

"Sure, that's not a problem. Anything I need to worry about?" I asked half paying attention.

"Nope, just a few things we have to go over. You'll understand later. See you soon, love."

I put the phone back on the holder and went back to reading Ash's email. Her emails were always the same: how lonely the apartment is without my music, her begging me to come back home and her facts of life. This email was no different except she asked how Dougie was doing. I quickly wrote back telling her that its weird not smelling incense when I walk into the apartment, I'm not coming home and that Dougie was fine and he asked about her too.

I waited a half hour before realizing that the boys would be out later than I truly anticipated. I decided to go into the theatre to take a quick nap. I walked up the two flights of stairs to the attic of the house. I dimmed the lights, switched on the TV and put in The Notebook. I laid my head on the arm rest and pulled the quilt from off the back of the couch. Not even ten minutes later and I was sound asleep.

My eyes fluttered open after feelings a light tingling feeling on my forehead. Tom was crouched down on the floor looking at me while I slept. "Hey sleeping beauty, I'm home." He leaned forward moving a strand of hair out of my eyes. I kissed his cheek lightly feeling a little tickle from the peach fuzz on his check. A smile crept up on his lips and he kissed my forehead again. I sat up stretching out my tired body.

"How was the meet-n-greet?" I asked through a yawn.

Tom sat next to me and wrapped me up in a hug. "It was okay. I was hoping that you would show up in the queue. I guess not," he chuckled.

I rested my head on his shoulder and I let him hold me up. "Is Fletch here?" I asked starting to nod off to sleep again.

"Yeah, he's waiting downstairs in the office. He didn't want me to wake you if you were still asleep, apparently I didn't succeed at that." He slowly started to rise as did I. He held my hands in his as he helped me up.

Tom followed me as we walked downstairs to meet with Fletch. I knocked on the door and opened it a crack to stick my head in. Fletch was on the phone and gazed up at me. He waved his free hand to come in. I opened the wooden door wider and slipped in followed by Tom. I sat in one of the big leather seats in front of the oak desk. Sitting there waiting for Fletch to get off the phone I felt I was back in high school in the principals office.

Fletch finished his phone call and placed the phone back on the hook. He sat down in the even larger leather chair. He looked from Tom to me and smiled. "Okay, now that we're all set. I just wanted to talk to the both of you about your relationship. I'm happy for you guys, I really am. But Tom you know the drill: no one can know about you, Audrey. I have to ask you to refrain from going out with the guys or speaking to the public about dating Tom. If anything is to happen where you are photographed, we are going to say that you're Dougie's cousin from America who has come to spend a little time here. I know it is going to be hard, but it's for the better of the band."

Tom took my hand in his and squeezed to comfort me. It did hurt to hear that I couldn't really go out in public with my own boyfriend. But this was the life he was leading. What else could I do beside say okay? I nodded my head in agreement. I knew deep down inside that it would bother me later on, but for the moment being I was okay with it. I knew that it could only lead to trouble.