Chapter 6

Martha’s POV

                I took a deep breath. I needed to remind myself to breath. Standing outside of the hotel room door, my heart was pounding. I could hear it. My stomach was twisting and turning. I couldn’t figure out why I was so freaked out. It wasn’t like I was close friends with Oscar. We didn’t really know each other –maybe that was why I was nervous. It had a lot of potential to be awkward.

                Taking another deep breath I brought my fist to the wooden door. Even though I had a room key, I figured it wasn’t polite to just walk in. I held my breath waiting for Oscar to answer. When the door finally creaked open I let out a deep breath and prepared myself for whatever may lie ahead.

                Oscar’s face appeared in the doorframe. His cheeky smile welcomed me. He was dressed in a plaid shirt and cargo shorts. He looked adorable.

                “Hey Martie,” he greeted me. His voice was low and husky –sounded like he was tired.

                “Hi Oscar,” I smiled shyly.

                “Come on in,” he held the door back for me stepping aside.

                I stepped into their suite and was amazed at how big it was. You defiantly couldn’t tell that four boys were staying there. The place was tidy and smelled nice –though I couldn’t put my finger on what smell it was. The sun shown into the main room and white curtains fluttered side to side from the breeze of the air conditioner. The main room consisted of a mini kitchen, two sofas and an eating area.

                I walked to the sofa and placed my laptop case and purse down gingerly on the coffee table. Then, I turned to face Oscar who had shut the door and was walking towards me. “How are you?” he asked.

                “Fine,” I replied as I sat down on the couch. “I’m really jet lag though.”

                He chuckled as he sat down next to me. He turned his body so his knees rested but an inch from mine. His face just inches away from my own. “It takes a while to get used to it.”

                I nodded as I stared back at him desperately trying to read his expression.

                He ran a hand through his messy hair and sighed.

                Taking a deep breath he stated, “I just want to get this out of the way. I’m really sorry that I didn’t tell you. I’m even sorrier that I led you to believe that we were some little band. I didn’t know how to tell you… I mean how do you tell someone that you are part of a huge band –not that I’m saying we are but…. Well…”

                He was clearly frustrated. “I’m just really sorry…” his voice cracked as he repeated his apology.

                I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I mean honestly what do you say to that?

                When I didn’t respond, Oscar placed his hand on my knee rubbing his thumb back and forth. My god he knew how to treat girls so they would melt. I couldn’t help but wonder how much he got around, but then I remember what the driver told me about his ex-girlfriend. He hadn’t seemed like a player on the plane… I couldn’t believe that he was one.

                “Just tell me you don’t hate me. You have ever right in the world to me mad at me but please don’t be hate me,” his eyes pleaded his case.

                I let out a sigh I had been holding in since I had walked into the room and relaxed back on the couch. He kept his hand on my knee.

                “I can’t be mad at you…. Maybe it’s because I don’t really know you very well but most likely it’s because you keep staring at me with those puppy dog eyes and its incredibly hard to remain mad at you.” My cheeks turned red as I realized what I had said, but I didn’t regret saying it because it was true.

                Oscar giggled. “Well… I have been told I have killer eyes… mainly by my mum though.”

                I grinned, and then looked down at his hand which was still stroking me knee igniting my skin in flames. I was confused as to whether he was being genuinely kind or if it meant something more. I hate that about teenage guys.

                He caught me glancing at his hand to which he responded to by slightly patting my knee and then moving his hand back into his own lap. He rested his other arm on the back of the couch and looked at back into my eyes. He was trying to read my mind – his stare was so sincere I thought I was going to break.

                “What are you staring at?” I laughed.

                “I’m trying to figure you out Martha. Normally, someone would flip out on me… You, you haven’t even said a word.”

                “I guess I don’t know what to say… I mean I’m pretty much speechless. I saw the girls outside the hotel. I saw the all the tumblrs and twitters and everything. I hear you guys’ number one on this international radio station…. And here I sat next to you for seven hours and not once was any of that mentioned. I don’t hate you. I wouldn’t even say I am mad. I guess I’m just confused. Confused as to why you didn’t tell me… confused as how I am supposed to react to this… just…. Confused.”

                “You deserved to be told… I should have been honest with you. They always say not telling the whole truth is just as bad as telling a lie. But I mean I had no idea what to say… and the last thing I wanted to do was freak you out or sound all stuck up. I was so impressed when you told me what you wanted to be when you grow up. I was scared that I would come off as a stuck up member of a boy band –the kind of people you had said you didn’t care for. Plus, after seven hours… well I kind of liked you. Not like creepily…” his face turned red. “But you seemed so genuine and easy to talk to. You are confident and outgoing. At only eighteen… moving to an entirely new country.”

               “I admire you. I would have never had the courage to do that. I have three of my best friends behind me and I still get homesick. I didn’t want to ruin everything with this –but now that I didn’t tell you I’m worried it did. I don’t know what I was thinking. I knew you’d find out eventually… I just didn’t think it would be so soon. I had thought I could like serenade you on stage or something…” he chuckled. “I guess I was stuck in some fantasy that I knew wouldn’t happen… I at least hopped we could be friends and have you get to know me…. And I get to know you before I sprang it on you.  I hope you can at least understand that. I’ve been through so many fake friendships. I don’t want a pity party. I just wanted well, someone who got to know me before they got to know Oscar Enestad.”

                This time I was the one who placed my hand on his knee.

                “I get that,” I said. He twitched at my tough before relaxing again. “You don’t deserve to be judged on that. You are still a real person. I guess that is why I’m not ticked off… you didn’t want to impress me with fame. You wanted me to know the real you, right?”

                He nodded.

                “Well guess what Oscar; I’m still willing to get to know the true you.” I paused before continuing, “However, I have only been here for half a day. I am not ready to be stalked by paps, threatened by angry girls, or on the cover of UK tabloids for simply getting to know the real you.” I lightly tapped his knee making sure that I was being sarcastic but serious at the same time.

                A grin took over his face, “Lucky for you I think I can make that work. How would you like to come back tomorrow night? Mary is coming over. That is Felix’s girlfriend.”

                “Oh I know,” I laughed. “I ran into them in the hall… they were preoccupied though.”

                “Awkward….” Oscar sang and I giggled. “Anyway, you could come over for dinner. We are going to order pizza and watch a movie. And during the night I promise that I will answer any questions you have.”

                “Any questions?” I cocked an eyebrow.

                “Any questions,” he stated with a smile.

                “Ok, but only on one condition.” I did my best impression of an evil grin.

                “Oh? What might that be?” his grumbled sexily.

                “Sing for me?” I commanded. It was meant to be a question but it didn’t come out that way.

 

                “I thought you heard our song in the cab this morning…” he directed his eyes across the room not looking at me.

                “Oh I did. It was catchy and I’ve been humming the tune all morning, but see I don’t know who was who because I haven’t heard each of you sing. Plus yesterday on the plane you made it sound like something you absolutely love to do. So what’s the problem?”

                “Erm, I don’t know.”

                “Perfect!” I giggled.

                “Fine, fine,” he gave in. “What do you want me to sing?”

                “A cover… what’s your favorite cover to sing?”

                He cleared his through three different times before he started.

“And that moment was so hard for me to breathe. Cause you took away the biggest part of me, life is so unpredictable. Never thought a love like yours could leave me all alone.  Didn't waste any time. Like you had already made up your mind. No sympathy. Cause I was out of line.”

                My mouth dropped to the floor. Lots of singers these days only have okay voices. Most times, acoustic tracks or just plain vocals are raw and rough. Oscar’s wasn’t.

                “Oh. My. Goodness,” was all I could manage.

                Oscar smiled. “That’s my favorite one to sing. I like Justin's music.”

                I cut him off, “It was incredible!”

                “Thanks,” he laughed. “I’m glad you liked it.”

                “Liked it is the understatement of the century. Can all four of you sing that well? My goodness!”

                Oscar chuckled.

                “Sorry, I don’t mean to be creepy or infatuated but that was so so so good!”

                He chuckled again. “Thanks Martie.” His nickname made my stomach churn. No one had ever called that before. Suddenly I come to London and everyone did. He did. Felix did. I’m pretty sure Omar had. I liked it, but the way Oscar said it was special.

                “So I sang for you. Dinner tomorrow?” he insisted.

                “The other boys won’t mind?” I questioned.

                “I don’t care if they do or not. I want you to come so they will be fine with it.”

                “Great friend you are,” I teased.

                “Hey, hey, hey,” he winked. “But seriously?”

                “Lucky for you, you are the only people I know in the entire country. Eating with you all sounds a lot more appealing than eating alone in a dark corner of a restaurant. Count me in.”

                “Alright!” he exclaimed.

                “Sorry to rush out but I have to go and check in at the university. It’s time to register for my classes.”

                “Oh fun!” Oscar’s sarcasms made me choke. He handed me my purse and my laptop case and walked me to the door.

                “Thanks for giving me a chance. I promise I will try not to be an idiot anymore.”

                “Didn’t your mom ever tell you to never make promises you can’t keep?” I winked at him and gave him an awkward hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow Oscar. Thanks for having me.”

                “Thanks for coming Martha. See you tomorrow.” He hugged me back and I turned into his chest breathing in his scent.

                We let our arms drop at the exact same time and then he opened the door for me. I walked to the elevator and turned to wave goodbye. He waved back with his adorable smile sprawled across his face.

                I stepped into the elevator and sighed. I was falling for Oscar. Not only was he a stranger but he was a famous stranger. What a great combination. I leaned back against the wall and shook my head. Once again, I had no idea what I was going to do.

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