The Tour X
A/N: I know not much happens in this chapter but it's building, I promise! Warnings: swearing, make out, angst
Chase and Baze’s other friends hung around for a few days after the party, occasionally coming to the concert but mostly finding their own ways to entertain themselves until the after parties. Chase invited you to join them a few times but you knew that if you took him up on the offer, you’d technically be breaking your contract and you didn’t want to be fired when you were having so much fun on tour.
You were kind of bummed when Chase said that he had to head home. Thanks to the concerts and after parties, the two of you never really had a chance to be alone but that didn’t stop you from proving your point to Colson. Any chance you got, you found a way to remind him that you didn’t belong to him. Sometimes it would be as subtle as standing with Chase at the parties or backstage. Other times it would be obvious as sitting on his lap, letting him hold your hand and stroke your hair or kissing him while the two of you danced in the middle of a nightclub. You would feel the daggers that Colson sent your way when Chase would kiss you and you didn’t give a single fuck.
Be as pissed as you want, I don’t fucking care!
“Where’d your boy toy go?” Colson sneered at you as he walked into the kitchenette area of the bus. You sat at the dining table, scrolling through Instagram.
“Had to go home, some people have real jobs,” you jeered back with an eyeroll.
When you stand to head back to your bunk you feel a tug at your wrist. You look down to see Colson’s large hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you in place. You pull back as if his touch burns and tuck your hands into the pockets of your jeans. You can see how the gesture hurts him and you try to not feel guilty but no matter what happens, you still care about him even if you know you shouldn’t.
“Look, about what I said in the green room,” he starts awkwardly and you’re suddenly very aware of the small space you’re in. “I-I shouldn’t have said it and I’m not even really sure why I did but I just want you to know, I…I didn’t mean it and I’m sorry.”
“Which part? You said a few pretty shitty things,” you grimace as you remember his words.
Don’t let him suck you in. It doesn’t matter what he’s sorry for. He was an ass who made his bed and now he has to lie in it.
“All of it. I just, can we start over?” his eyes look so serious, so pleading that your chest physically tightens.
No, we can’t.
“I accept your apology but I don’t think we should do…that again.”
His face drops and you have to force yourself to walk away. You don’t want to but you made yourself a promise and you have to stick to it. You lie down in your bunk feeling like the biggest asshole in the world but you have to remind yourself that this isn’t your fault. Colson was the one that acted like a dick and you’re not a pushover who just lets people do nasty things to you and you just accept it. You have dignity, you have morals.
As you feel the curtain of your bunk flitter, you know Colson is slinking back to his own room and you tense at the sound of his door slamming. The curtain of your bunk pulls to the side and Rook hangs over the side of his bunk above you, staring at you with those all knowing eyes.
“What the fuck is going on between the two of you?” he asks in a hushed voice. Sophie’s curtain shifts and she is now also staring at you.
“It’s complicated,” you mumble, pulling your curtain closed and rolling over to face the wall and hope you can get some sleep.
The drive from Texas to Oklahoma is only 5 hours but you spend a majority of that time either sleeping or hiding out in your bunk. You hear the low murmur of voices in the front lounge, Rook and Sam playing video games, Sophie on the phone or the sound of some sporting event on the TV. You don’t once hear Colson’s door open or hear his voice with your friends. You feel guilty that he feels the need to hide in his room but you push the guilt down with the rest of it.
When the bus finally comes to a stop outside your hotel room, you wait for the bus to empty before venturing out of your bunk. You pull the curtain aside and peak your head out to make sure it’s actually empty. You jump down and adjust your t-shirt and fix your bed hair. You feel warm breath on the back of your neck and turn around to see Colson staring down at you with cold eyes. You move out of the way so he can pass you but he makes no attempt to do so. You stand there awkwardly for a moment, staring at him. You huff out a breath of frustration and grab your phone from your bed and head to the front of the bus. He’s hot on your heels, practically stepping on top of you to stay right behind you.
“Ok, what the fuck is your problem?” you reel back and scream in his face.
He doesn’t say anything, instead he continues to stare down at you with that same blank expression. Your emotions are a mixture of flustered and frustrated. You want to escape him but you also want to scream at him but that’s not the most overwhelming feeling. The most overwhelming urge to get the lifeless expression off his face. It’s unnerving and it seems almost unnatural on his usual expression. He’s always smiling, his eyes shining.
With a shaky hand you reach up, his eyes zeroing in on your hand. You lightly graze your fingers over his cheek and his stony features begin to crack. His eyes flutter closed and he almost leans into your touch. You can tell he’s resisting the urge to let you in but he’s slowly losing the battle. He sighs, deep and heavy, before opening his eyes again. His pupils dilate as he looks at you, studying your features.
He dips his head so he’s eye level with you. You’re so in control until you make the stupidest decision you could possibly make. You study his features closely, your eyes searching his face, and at the last minute your eyes dip to his lips. You immediately regret it, darting your eyes everywhere but there but it’s too late. He caught you and now he knows he has the upperhand.
Colson stands to his full height which is extremely intimidating in the small space. You try to step back but that just pushes you against the wall that separates the front of the bus from the bunks. He steps closer, trapping you with his body. He wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls your face closer to his. Then, his lips collide with yours. You can’t stop the moan that escapes your lips.
STOP HIM! PUSH HIM AWAY! HAVE SOME FUCKING WILLPOWER!
Your mind is screaming at you but your body is singing. Every nerve ending feels as though it’s on fire. Your skin is flushed, your lips bending to Colson’s every will and need. Your panties are absolutely soaked and you’re enjoying every tantalising second of it. Colson’s hard cock is pressed against your stomach and that only spurs you on. His body pressed against is so delicious, so intoxicating, you almost don’t hear the gasp.
You push Colson away to see Ashleigh, Rook and Sophie all staring at the two of you, their jaws on the floor. As soon as his lips and body are away from yours, it’s as if a fog clears from your mind. Suddenly realise how ridiculously fucking stupid it was to let him back in like that, without so much as a fight. You don’t know what to say to your friends. Embarrassment fills you and it’s like you’re drowning in your own shame and then you’re pissed.
You push through everyone to get out of the bus, not having the guts to face them. You can hear Colson calling your name as you run into the lobby of the hotel. You try to ignore him but he’s getting closer and closer. You can’t take the feeling of shame anymore and you just…snap.
“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!” you scream at him and he stops dead in his tracks, his face a mix of confusion and anger. Before he can say anything else, you duck into the restroom off the lobby, collapsing back against the door, fits of sobs filling the small room.














