CHAPTER 14 (FINISHED EDITING)

The show was very popular at the moment. It's ratings had gone through the roof. Not only because it was centred around Xavier Matthews but because people wanted to see who this guy was. On the show, he was quiet and mysterious. And they wanted more and more of him.

Also overnight there was a media storm. Another scandal. And a few.

Pictures were leaked of him smoking a bong, another getting a bit close and intimate with a stripper which had a playboy bunny tattoo on the bottom of her spine. There were reports of a sex tape being possibly released and sold to the highest bidder.

Hearing all these stories made my heart sink.

I felt sad and surprisingly jealous.

I knew my heart was in danger of getting broken but for some stupid I didn't seem to mind. It was only just a small crush anyway. Nothing serious.

Producers was raving about the shows popularity, Xavier's management TV were ecstatic as well but to be honest they kind of creeped me out with their dark looks and hungry eyes.

The sporting show was nearly finishing up and we were going to go back on air again. The past week had been the most relaxing. Xavier was away on work and promoting his album but Rose and I had a blast back at the mansion and around LA. We were the classic tourists the two of us. The other day we drove up to the Hollywood sign and we walked through the streets of LA. Unfortunately we didn't bump into any actors or actresses but we walked past a movie shoot which had Emma Roberts starring in it.

We found a skate park and we managed to convince the other girls to come along and for fun we did a mini photo shoot which I put the photos on my tumblr. Rose was really good at photography and had a Canon DSLR which took some great shots.

Lindsay actually co-operated and volunteered to do people's make up and she was really good at it as well, surprisingly. Jono came with us and recorded us for a bit to fill in some air time for later this week which was fine. Coco came with us as well and was running in between the skateboarders and accidentally knocked a few over but he was adorable and was easily forgiven.

Today was Friday and we were back at the mansion and I was walking back from the lagoon with Amy. We both swam a little in the lake along with Tahlia and had our bikinis on under a simple short sleeved floral dress. Our hair was drenched and mine was forming little dread locks slash ringlets.

On the way up a certain boy called Charlie called Rose over to him. She proudly walked over to him while sending me a cheeky wink my way.

I giggled but made my way upstairs, leaving the two love-birds in peace.

The elevator arrived on my floor and the moment I stepped out I heard two male voices arguing from around the corner.

I recognised Xavier's both and the other voice was deep, like a middle aged voice.

"What is happening Xavier!?" The man asked desperate, "Did I do something wrong? Is it your mum, are you missing her?! What is going on?!"

"No, dad! Just leave it!"

"No! I won't. I did not raise my son to act like this! What is happening?!"

Xavier sighed sounding frustrated, "Dad, I know what I'm doing! I'm 18 now!"

His dad snorted, "You're not acting 18 years old, this is completely reckless!"

"Dad, will you just drop it?!"

"No! I would have never signed you if I knew you were going to turn into this–this monster! You have to get your act together or I will cancel your contract. I may be your boss but I'm also your dad but right now you're not acting like my son."

The finality was in his tone and I knew he was coming this way. I pretended to walk out of the elevator when Mr. Matthews stormed past without even glancing at me. Once he disappeared in the lift I waited a minute before walking around the corner.

Xavier was standing there with his shoulders hunched down and staring at the ground. He saw me there and looked up and I was so shocked to see he had tears in his eyes.

Slowly he composed himself in front of me and the tears were gone and in their place was a set of emotionless eyes.

Which scared me.

"Are you alright?" I softly asked, not wanting to set him off.

He nodded stiffly, obviously not ok. He started to walk past me but I grabbed his arm, "Xavier, don't hide. That's the worst thing you can do."

He nodded again after a moment before whispering, "Music room?"

I nodded and followed him.

We made our way to the once familiar room and he collapsed down onto the bean bag while I stood in front of him.

He wrapped his arms around his knees and rested his chin on top his arms. He stared at the floor; silent, not breathing.

I could feel how much he was hurting from here.

I didn't know what to say, I was always awkward with these sort of things.

He buried his head in his arms as well and I just sat next to him.

What do I say?!

This is every girls dilemma. How do you comfort a hot boy without looking like a fool.

Wait, did I say hot?

I place my hand on his back and slowly rub circles, like my mum used to do to me when I was upset. He slowly lifted his head and I was shocked into silence to see tears streaming down his face.

Uh oh. I don't think I could handle this. An eighteen year old boy crying in my arms. I'm not good with this. I'm sociably awkward. Not to mention he is worldwide famous!

Despite my internal panic he asked, brokenly, "Belle?"

"Mm?"

He sighed and looked down before looking back up at me again, "Why do you hang out with me?"

To be honest I don't even know.

"Well, you're pretty cool to hang out with every time I'm with you. I mean you helped me write the song and all."

He let out a small smile, a wistful smile out the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you care what people say about me?"

Yes. Yes I did. Who are you really?!

"No, I haven't seen that side."

He nodded before staring back at the floor with tears still trickling from his eyes. My hand had stopped moving on his back. I was just holding him.

After a while he softly says, "I miss my dad."

I had no idea what to say. So I didn't say anything but I think he was ok with that.

But that made me think of my dad and how much I missed him. How we used to make pancakes in the morning and how he came to my soccer matches on Saturday. And how he used to say I would be the next big star.

He was quiet for a long time, just staring into nothing with tears falling. It looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

He couldn't breathe.

I held my arm around him, trying to hold him together but he was too broken, from stress, from fame, from the world.

The world had broken him and as he said turned him into someone he's not.

We had fallen asleep together; on the beanbags.

My head was resting on his chest and his arms were wrapped around my waist. His breaths tickling my neck, his nose pressing into my collar bone.

Yet, I was so comfy. So warm.

Then he began to wake up, his body stirring before his eyes fluttered open and I was staring into his piercing blue eyes.

This morning his normal sparkle was back and his eyes were lit with amusement.

"Good morning," he whispered in his morning husky voice.

I smiled shyly, "Morning,"

I worried a lot about morning breath, I always worried about morning breath to be honest. Are girls ever worried about having morning breath?

He touched my hair, a small smirk graced his lips, "Nice bed hair," he whispered.

I groaned and pushed at his chest, "Shut up." I muttered.

Chuckling, he sat up and looked around the room.

He stood up and helped me up with a hand, "Come on, we have to go get breakfast. And you need a shower, you stink!"

"Hey!" I called after him as he walked down the stairs chuckling.

I followed him downstairs but by the time I got to the corridors he had disappeared. I made my way to my room and showered before dressing into an oversized Rolling Stones band shirt with rolled sleeves and black leggings. I pulled on my white socks trimmed with lace and black ankle boots.

I threw my hair into a high ponytail and tied it with a navy blue scrunchie. Rose barged into my room, complementing my outfit on the way.

"You look nice, I like your clothes."

I laughed, "Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself."

And she didn't. Dressed in a tight high waisted denim skirt and a loose middriff white T-shirt which was loose and clear jellies she looked good especially with her hair pulled back into a braid.

She shrugged it off and said, "Let's go to breakfast!"

A/N: Hope that was a little better :)

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