A/N: There was so much drama on the Tumblr Hollywood Heights tag that I had to quit the stuff about the show for a while. It's back now, though, as long as everyone is getting along.

Duran And Tate Own The Night, the headlines read.

Loren woke up to an empty bed, the sheets thrown everywhere and her hair a mess. The only thing she wanted to know about, though, was how she did on her first night of her tour with Eddie Duran. Nothing about the night mattered more. Well, she shouldn't tell herself that, because the rest of the night was pretty special as well.

Eddie had more strength than Loren understood the night before. She didn't know how he did it; he jumped around on stage for nearly two hours and then came right back to the hotel and continued to roll around with Loren in bed for an additional two hours.

Bits and pieces flashed through Loren's mind quickly as she woke up and made her way to the kitchen. Eddie's body was warm; blazing, in fact. His breath was loud in her ear, and his chest was pressed close against hers. She could feel him shiver and felt his sweat drip onto her, but it didn't bother her; Loren felt closer to Eddie than ever.

Loren yawned a big yawn and scratched her head as she entered the kitchen of the suite. Wine glasses still sat on the living room table; Eddie knew she was under age, but she only had a half of a glass, so it would be okay.

Loren smiled and grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and made her way back to the living room to call for Eddie. She assumed he would be in the suite somewhere, but didn't see him after she roamed the area and got her morning drink. She sighed when he didn't respond to her; he had to be somewhere.

She made her way back to the bedroom to try calling Eddie's phone, but before she could, she noticed it sitting on the bedside table holding down a piece of paper. She picked up is phone to retrieve the note, but before she read it, she saw Eddie's screen light up. It read: 1 New Voicemail clear and center on the lock screen.

Loren, knowing she shouldn't, dialed Eddie's voicemail; she thought for a second that maybe he forgot his phone and called it to locate it. She hit his pin when asked; his password was an easy 1234. Loren rolled her eyes to herself; if anyone would take the time to guess, a lot of his personal stuff could be easily broken into.

Then, Loren was greeted with the robot answering her call.

"You have one new message. First new message, sent today at 10:01 AM."

Looking at the clock on the bedside table, Loren noticed it was 10:05 AM, a mere four minutes after the message was left.

"Hey Eddie, it's me." Loren recognized Chloe's voice on the recording instantly. "Look, the baby isn't yours." This relieved Loren; she always had a feeling it wasn't Eddie's, but she was glad she could at least hear it for herself finally. After a long pause and a heavy sigh, Chloe continued. "It's not Tyler's, either. I need your help. It's this other guy's...his name is Colorado. Eddie please call me back, I'm in trouble. And don't tell the valley girl."

Did I just hear her right? Loren thought to herself, clicking the phone call off and setting Eddie's phone down on the bed next to her. Colorado? The guy that Phil, Mel's brother, was helping steal? How in the world did they know each other?

Loren shook her head and picked up the note that Eddie had left her; she wanted to forget the message for now.

Loren,

Jake called me over to discuss the reviews. Breakfast is in the kitchen in the cupboard. Just cereal, sorry. Love you,

Eddie

Loren smiled; she loved when Eddie was cute like this. She also loved seeing his animal side the night before, but they were two completely different people. She set the note down and decided to change before she ate and began her day; she fiddled through her suitcase, but didn't find anything she felt like wearing around the rest of the day. She would just be on a plane ride for most of it, so she decided to snoop through Eddie's suitcase and pick something comfy of his to borrow. Plus, Loren knew Eddie thought she looked hot in his clothes; he had told her several times after she stayed the night at his penthouse in LA.

She opened it quickly, and since the pocket wasn't zipped closed on the top flap, she dumped a bunch of Eddie's small toiletries out on the floor in front of her. She picked them up carefully, not wanting to ruin anything of Eddie's.

There was a phone charger, an electric razor, Advil just in case the days got long, a comb, and his deodorant. She dropped them in the pocket, and then felt around under the bed to make sure nothing was left. However, her hand stopped when she felt something she wasn't prepared for: a small, velvet covered box.

She swallowed a lump in her throat and pulled it out slowly from under the bed; her heart was stopped because she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

A note was attached to the box, held onto it by a rubber band. It read: For Loren, for when you're ready.