AN: Got y'all a nice super long chapter! ")
After the show was over, Olivia walked around to the side of the stage and tried to walk towards the band members' dressing rooms, but was approached by a security guard. She stared at him, wide-eyed and confused. He probably thought she was a fan who had gone crazy and dreamed up some weird story that Bono wanted her backstage, but he really did want her back there, and she hadn't dreamed anything!
"Ah...I'm Olivia Benson. Bono wanted to see me after the concert," she explained.
The guy nodded. "Go ahead," he said in a deep voice, scratching his white beard.
She began to walk towards the door when she heard the man's voice again.
"Uh...Just between you and I...you may want to leave Bono alone for now..." he advised.
Olivia squinted at him. "He wanted to talk to me," she spat.
He shook his head. "No, no, I know. That's not what I meant. I just meant that...he usually needs a little...cooling off time after shows, you know? People don't usually talk to him for about ten minutes. I'm just saying that if I were you, I'd let him calm down. He has a hell of a lot of energy after shows and he needs to relax a minute," the guard explained.
Olivia nodded. "Oh. Okay. Thanks," she said, and she walked to the door. She knocked, and Edge opened the door. Wow, this was really amazing.
Edge kind of looked over her. "Uh...may I help you?" he asked, confused that she'd gotten past security.
She looked to the side and then back at him, finding it hard to make eye contact. "I..."
"Oh, wait...You're the one that Bono was talking to in the middle of the show. Did he want to see you or something?" Edge asked, his accent a little stronger than Bono's. Maybe it was because Bono did most of the talking in America. Well, Bono did most of the talking everywhere.
Olivia smiled, glad that Edge recognized her and didn't think she was some kind of insane freak. "Yes. He asked me to meet him here after the show," she explained.
Edge was surprised. He tried not to show it, but he really was. Bono was always flirty with all the women who came to his concerts, but he NEVER invited them backstage. This was strange. Fans did not come backstage, no matter how much any of the band members liked them. That's just the way things were. But this woman...Bono had even brought her backstage in the middle of the show. This woman must have been a lot more important to Bono than other fans. But he didn't even know her!
"Eh...All right. You can wait in here a moment," he said, leading her to a couch in the central area of the room.
It wasn't like Edge didn't like this...Olivia, was that her name...? He was just really surprised that Bono had actually asked to see her after the show.
"You're Olivia, right?" he asked.
Olivia said 'yes' right as a door creaked open and Larry Mullen Jr. walked out. He had a small white towel around his neck and his face instantly turned as confused as Edge's.
"Ehm..." he murmured, looking at Edge and Olivia.
"Remember Olivia? She's the one Bono had back here in the middle of the show," Edge explained.
Olivia smiled and stood up. "Hi," she said.
Larry greeted her with the same warm smile that she had given him and then put his hand out. "I'm Larry Mullen," he said.
Olivia chuckled. "I know," she replied, shaking his hand.
It didn't surprise Larry too much, although a lot of the time people didn't know who Larry and Adam were; they only knew Bono and The Edge. It was kind of funny that people always called Edge "The Edge" in public, but most of the time the rest of the band just called him "Edge."
"So, uh...is something wrong?" Larry asked.
Olivia processed his question a minute. "Oh..no! Bono wanted to see me after the concert..." she explained.
Larry's eyes popped a little. He smiled nervously. "Yeah...okay," he said. "Well, Bono will be a minute. He's in there," Larry said, pointing at a door, "But I would wait until he comes out if I were you. He's not mad; he's just...excited..."
Olivia nodded, looking at Edge as he stared at Larry. She felt very awkward, like there was some kind of strange inside joke going on. "Thanks...then I'll just wait here."
The two men nodded and Olivia turned her head as a door was pushed open. Adam Clayton strode out, drinking a Sprite, and sat down in a chair. His eyes were closed and he was so busy guzzling his Sprite that he didn't notice Olivia for a minute. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"Hi!" he said cheerfully. He was obviously just as confused as the other two band members had been, but he didn't really show it. He seemed like an effortless person, even though Olivia didn't know him at all. He brought a sort of happiness to the room and got rid of some of the tension.
"Hey," she replied warmly, trying to make sure she stayed on perfecto terms with all the members of U2.
Olivia turned her attention to all of them. "It was a magnificent show," she said. "It was the most fun I've had in forever. I'm..." she kind of wanted to say, "I'm a big fan," but she didn't want to sound too weird. She wanted to be thought of as a friend if anything became of her and Bono. Oh, how she hoped it would. She improvised a different finish to her sentence. "I'm...so glad I got tickets early so I could be at the front."
They all smiled and laughed.
"How early?" Larry asked.
Olivia looked to the side for a second, a little embarrassed. "August."
Edge's eyebrows raised with surprise. "Wow. That's awful," he said.
She smiled. "It was definitely worth it," she replied.
Adam and Larry grinned.
"We hope so," Adam said.
In his dressing room, Bono heard Olivia and his band mates laughing and talking excitedly. Edge's laugh was the loudest. Bono could tell that they liked her, and that was great, because if she was going to be around then all of U2 needed to accept her. They all sounded like they were getting along fine. Bono wanted to come out, but he knew well that he wouldn't be presentable for another few minutes. He was sweaty and still panting even though the show had been over for fifteen minutes now. He had already drunk two bottles of water and was still seemingly dying for thirst. He took another guzzle of water and wiped all the sweat off of his face. He looked a lot better now that the sweat was gone. It got so hot up there, but Bono wouldn't be Bono if he didn't rock the leather and wear awesome clothes. Now that he was backstage, he'd taken off his leather jacket and was in a simple black shirt, but he still had on his black leather pants and his boots.
He sprayed himself with some cologne and looked in the mirror. He still looked exhausted, rather than refreshed and cool like he wanted to look. He grabbed a hair brush and ran it through his thick black hair. Much better. Should he go out now? He heard Olivia's glorious laugh and Edge talking loudly. He could go out now. he was calmed down.
When Olivia heard the door creak open, she forced herself not to snap her attention over to it, so that she wouldn't look like she was really excited. Of course, she was really excited, but she didn't want that to show. She turned her head slowly towards Bono as he walked out of his dressing room.
"Hey, guys," he said, acknowledging all four of them.
"Hey." Olivia was the only one to answer. Olivia watched as Bono walked heavily to the couch and collapsed beside her. He smelled amazing but he looked exhausted. His eyes were red and he tried unsuccessfully to hold in a yawn.
"Tired?" she asked.
He smiled a sleepy little grin. "Yeah. Are you?" he asked, turning to look at her.
Olivia noticed that he didn't have on his trademark sunglasses. His eyes were blue. Like Elliot's. Only they were a much prettier blue. They were light blue, a blue that was much more handsome than Elliot's.
"No, I'm not tired. I wasn't up there rockin'," Olivia said with a chuckle.
Bono laughed.
This moment was really awkward because nobody knew who was going where. If Bono hadn't met Olivia at the concert, then they would have just all gone to their different apartments they'd bought with their huge fortunes in New York. But now things were a little strange. Nobody knew if Bono was going to invite Olivia over to his place or not. He shot Edge a look. Edge interpreted this look as, "Go away. Can't I be alone with her?"
Edge stood up and looked at Adam and Larry. "All right. Well, I'm going to get out of here. You guys want to go for a drink?" he asked.
Larry and Adam, taking the hint to leave, both nodded and stood up as well.
Bono smiled as they grabbed their bags and left, and then he yawned again.
Everything was quiet for a minute and all Olivia heard was the sound of employees bustling around, dismantling U2's equipment and loading it up into their van.
"You want to come to my place?" Bono finally asked, shaking off the tension in the question by yawning again comfortably.
Olivia smiled for a minute, but then her smile quickly dropped. Bono looked at her with confusion.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. He chuckled very nervously. "Eh...I mean, you don't have to come over..I-"
"No, no..." Olivia started. "It's not that at all. I'd love that. It's just...I forgot about the guy I came with. My partner," she said. "At work," she added quickly.
"Oh!" Bono said, clearly relieved that Olivia was not upset about him asking her over. "Ehm..maybe he's still here, waiting for you. Did you tell him you were coming back here after the show?"
"Yeah, I told him," Olivia replied.
"Well, let's go look and make sure he's not still out there," Bono suggested.
Olivia smiled, nodded, and stood up. She was still ridiculously excited about talking with Bono, but she was pissed at herself at the same time for just completely forgetting about Elliot. She pushed the guilt out of her mind. There was nothing to feel bad for! Elliot was the one that decided to skip half of the show to stay at the concession stand!
When they got outside, a gust of wind pushed blew Olivia's hair out of place. She didn't really care about it, so she just tucked it messily behind her ears. Then she thought about her action. Why wasn't she worried about her hair? Wasn't that how you were supposed to feel when you were nervous and you were on a date? Wait, was this a date? Not yet. Was she nervous? Maybe she wasn't. She felt strangely happy that she was so comfortable around Bono already. It wasn't as big a deal as she'd thought it would be, and it didn't seem like she was with a crazy-famous person. He sure didn't act famous. He acted amazing!
Bono looked around with Olivia, and neither of them saw Elliot at first. Then, Olivia squinted and saw him, standing at the top of some stairs leading to the desolate stadium. Olivia speeded up and Bono followed her. Elliot looked really angry when they had gotten close enough to see his facial expression.
Olivia immediately noticed how drunk Elliot was as she stood on the step beside him and Bono, who had his hand resting lightly on her arm.
"Elliot? Hey. You never came back," Olivia said.
Elliot stared at her, not really comprehending much of what she'd said.
"Yeah, I didn't come back. Didn't come back. No," he slurred.
This was the most drunk Olivia had ever seen him.
"Uh..okay. Well. I'm..." Olivia realized that she couldn't tell Elliot that she was going to Bono's apartment. She knew he'd get pissed. She glanced over at Bono for some help. He nodded with a tiny grin and looked at Elliot.
"I'm just going to talk to Olivia for a while and show her something she wanted to see, if that's all right," he said.
Elliot glared at him. "No, it's not really all right. Nope."
Bono's tiny grin went away. He looked like he was trying to be polite to the drunk Elliot, but he knew there was no way to succeed because Elliot obviously had the hots for Olivia. Bono definitely noticed that. "Well, did you two have plans?" he asked.
Elliot smiled sarcastically at him. "Yes."
Olivia stared at Elliot. "No we didn't," she told him.
Elliot looked away and rubbed his throat. "I'm going to just go catch a taxi home. Bye, Liv," he slurred, hurt evident in his drunken eyes.
Olivia watched as he began to walk away. She felt guilty. "Elliot...Uh...Goodnight," she said softly.
Elliot turned around and glared at her. "Yeah. You have a nice night." He turned to Bono. "Have fun with her," he spat, and then walked away.
Bono stared after him. He felt kind of bad. This guy obviously liked Olivia a lot. He started after him.
"I..."
Bono didn't get to say much because he realized that Elliot was already gone and couldn't hear him.
"Is he all right? I'm so sorry if I messed anything up...I just...thought he was your partner at work, so I didn't really consider-"
"No, it's fine," Olivia interrupted him. "He is my partner at work. We're friends too. He just gets a little..."
"Jealous," Bono finished for her.
Olivia looked over at him. "Yeah, I guess. He'll get over it though. He's married to a great person," she said, not mentioning the fact that his 'great person' of a wife wasn't getting along with him anymore.
"That's good. Maybe he's just too drunk to control himself," he said, laughing.
Olivia laughed too. "Yeah, no kidding."
"So, are we going to my place?" Bono asked.
"That sounds awesome," she confirmed.
This really was awesome! Olivia was going to Bono's house! It was like a date! A date with Bono!
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