I Can't Change The World

by MusicIsWhoIAm

Halle Read has dreamed of being a country music artist since she was a little girl, now she's 18 and auditioning for The Voice. She soon develops a romantic interest for one of the coaches but will she risk her career for what she thinks is love?

7. Chapter 7

-Halle's point of view -

I woke up in an unfamiliar room, it was pitch black. It was probably about four in the morning, I looked around, seeing nothing but darkness. I closed my eyes, who ever had brought me here had the decency to put me on a comfortable bed. As I was drifting back to sleep, I felt movement on the other side of the bed. Moments later an arm was wrapped around me, and a bare chest was pressed against my back. I didn't even react, I was drifting too quickly into a deep sleep.

-6 hours later-

I woke up again, with light shining through the curtains and that same arm wrapped around me. I studied the tattoos on this random arm. Wait. Tattoos. Holy shit. That was Adam Levine's arm wrapped around me. That was Adam Levine spooning me. Oh. My. Gosh. I jerked away without thinking of trying to leave quietly. Crap. Well he was awake now.

"Huh? What?" He sat up, confused, with his hair flying in different directions.

Aw he's so cute... No. No. Stop that. He is not cute.

He studied me momentarily. "Oh no, this isn't what you think Halle. "

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"We didn't do anything, I swear. Remember? You were crying, then you fell asleep and I carried you to my room. " he rambled nervously.

"You did?" I questioned, some what touched.

He nodded slowly.

"Well uh, thanks. " I gave him a little smile.

He nodded. "So you gonna tell me why you were crying?" He asked.

"Nope. " I replied and climbed out of the bed.

"Where are you going?" He asked softly

"To my room?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Oh. Oh right. I have a question first. Do you want to learn guitar for the show? I talked to Blake and he thinks it would be a good idea. " He stared at me waiting for an answer.

"Uh-uh sure. "

"Great!" He sat up a little more. "I'll teach you! Come back at like 3 :30 okay? "

I nodded slowly and walked out awkwardly.

As I walked back to my room I couldn't stop thinking about him. Bare chest against my back, hair everywhere, arm around me. It was the best feeling in the world. I knew this wasn't allowed, official rules on The Voice. But I felt myself longing for more.