Chapter 4

“Jay, I swear to god.” I glared at him, he has just been sat there not saying anything and trying to change the subject.

“Fine. Fine. Okay, the thing is we have interviews but Adam can’t be there.” He told us, Adam seemed confused. All that happiness, that progress we had seemed to make, I think that just went down the drain.

“I’m fine, why can’t I go?” He asked.

“Because Adam, no one recovers that fast.” Jesse sighed.

“Well, I fucking have. I want to be there.” He snapped, something changed in him.

“Adam, we are talking two weeks.” Jesse tried to tell him.

“I don’t fucking care. I am the lead singer of the band, I can’t not be there.” He smashed his fist against the table as he pushed himself to his feet. “What would the fans think?”

“We will tell them you’re not well.” Jesse told him, making it very clear he didn’t get a choice.

“Oh fuck you.” He threw a glass at the wall before storming out of the room, I heard his bedroom door slam not long after. Yeah, okay, he is not better at all.

“It’ll pass eventually, this is what happens when he drinks too much.”

“This has happened before?”

“Unfortunately.” James muttered. “We had been keeping an eye on him, he was doing so much better. But drinking that much, over the past two weeks. It has not helped at all. Obviously. I am about to ask you for the biggest favour.” Alarms are ringing. Okay. This is not good, usually he’ll just ask and expect me to get it done. “Can you stay with him?”

“I have a job James!” I pointed out.

“Please, he can’t be on his own. You are the only one who has been able to get through to him.” He sighed, not angrily, I think he is as uncomfortable with this as I am. He never wanted me to meet him, never mind baby sit him for two weeks.

“Let me call my agent.” He nodded as I dialled her number. “Matteo, you there?”

“Of course I am.” My beautiful, yet gay, Italian angel. He had become one of my closest friends, almost like a brother. But not quite.

“Something has come up. I’m gunna have to take two weeks off.” I sighed.

“Fanculo. Devi essere scherzando.” (Fuck. You must be kidding.) Luckily for me, I had taken the time to learn Italian.

“Spero che. (I wish.) Now, English if you don’t mind.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry, you know this means you’ll have to pass on that designer shoot.”

“I know.”

“And, they might not come back. This could kill your career.”

“I know it might well end my career.” I glared at James, who looked really upset about it. “But, family comes first.”

“If you’re sure angelo.” (Angel)

“I’m sure Matteo.”

“I’ll do what I can for you. Call me as soon as you can work again.” He ordered.

“Yes, miabellaitaliana.” (My beautiful Italian)

“Yeah, yeah. Get going.” I hung up first.

“Italian?” James asked.

“Really, I put my career on the line and that’s what you ask about? Yes, I learnt Italian. I had free time and a good teacher.” I shrugged a little annoyed.

“This means so much to me, Lee, I know you think I’m not grateful but I am. We will try to get back sooner. We leave tomorrow.”

“Not like I can do anything about it.”

“Look, I’ll leave you my card. Spend as much as you want, all you need to do is keep him from drinking. And make sure he doesn’t die. You can use whatever you want here.”

“Adam won’t be happy about this.” I pointed out.

“Adam will be happy. That wasn’t Adam, that’s what alcohol turns him into. That’s who he is when he doesn’t have alcohol. It’s someone completely different. You need to get there, the guy who mopes around and goes crazy for some girl who can sing. That is Adam.” He sighed, this is getting more difficult.

“I’m going home to pick up some clothes and stuff, I’ll be back in an hour or two.”

“I’ll give you a lift.” PJ offered, I couldn’t really say no. And I actually quite like PJ so I was fine with it.

“Cool, thanks buddy.” We went out to his car and I put my address into the satnav.

“You know, Adam likes you.” He told me.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, that... monster, for lack of a better word, that alcohol makes him, I promise that isn’t him. The real Adam, well, I think you’ll find out. The first week might be difficult, he can be an ass. But once it passes, you’ll see the real him.” He explained.

“You know, James wouldn’t let me meet you guys, that’s how protective he is. Just in case Adam tried something.” I chuckled.

“James knows Adam well, if he wasn’t heartbroken and recovering from his drunkeness I’m sure he would be interested in you.” PJ admitted. “But, just remember, it shouldn’t matter what James thinks. If you end up liking Adam and he ends up liking you, don’t let it pass. You might regret not giving it a try.” This has been a weird drive that’s for sure, but we pulled up outside my flat.

“You can stay here, I’ll only be a few minutes.” I ran in, throwing clothes into a small suitcase. Grabbing my laptop aswell, phone charger. Urm. That’s everything I think. I threw them into the back.

“Wow. That was quick.” PJ laughed.

“I don’t really need all that much.” I shrugged.

“I know you’re a little stressed, and probably a little pissed. Think of it as a holiday, relax, Adam will keep to himself mostly. And we are only ever a phone call away.” He assured me. “I’ll give you a tour of the place when we get back. There’s a lot for you to do.”

“I’ve seen.” There’s a freaking pool and a music room. I’ve heard that there’s a games room, plus a TV room. If only a fraction is true, I will still have bucket loads to do. “Thanks PJ, you’ve been great.”

“You too. We owe you, if only for a few minutes you brought Adam back, got him out of bed. You know, you don’t see it as much of an achievement but it is.” I guess he is right. Just two weeks alone with Adam. Fabulous.

A/N - Sorry about the lack of updates recently, struggling with this one at the moment :( Hopefully I'll get back into it, please let me know what you think :D