3 : "Superstar"

3 : "Superstar"

Superstar

3

A part of me does not want to be with him but another part of me is curious. I want to be with him too even though I try not to forget that he is famous and he is always being followed by cameras around him. I am aware of how popular he is and I am aware of the fact that I am way out of his league to be with him. 

I mean look at me?

Jesus Christ I look like a mess next to this man dressed in branded clothes.

But despite that, here I am, casually speaking and drinking alcohol with Gage. 

To be honest, I have never been entertained by a celebrity as popular as Gage. No A-lister has treated me the way Gage is doing right now because he treats me like I am just his friend. He seems casual too and he does not seem like he wants something fancy schmancy kind of treatment from anyone around him. I know I hate being with him because of so many reasons but deep down inside there is this tiny spark that makes me want to be with him.

Even just for one night.

Just once.

I think and I am certainly sure that I will not be able to see him again after this night anyway so maybe take a chance to spend it with him.

His hand is still holding my hand as he leads me through the crowd. I tried to pull my hand away as we swim through the dancing people together just to make sure no one will see me holding hands with Gage.

But he paused and looked back at me then held my hand again.

"Do not let go." He says through the deafening music.

He takes a squeeze tighter on my hand this time and I think he made sure I don't let go. I just let him pull me along, leading me to where he was going to take me. I don't know if people were looking but I was sure they were. I just wish no one photographed us right now, I don't want to find myself tomorrow morning online and over Twitter.

When we finally made our way to the Titanic-like stairs, he was walking behind me as I finally kept my hands to myself. I am nervous that I am going to be alone with him and I was curious if he was going to take me to a room where it was just me and him then we'd talk for hours until we find ourselves kissing each other and waking up the next day completely naked next to each other.

No no no no no, that is not going to happen. 

I will not let that happen. 

"This way." He holds my hand again and pulled me.

We took another staircase but shorter this time, and it led us to a long empty hallway and we finally got to this door. His huge hand takes a hold of the knob and when he finally swings it open, I squinted my eyes and found myself in a dark room. He pulls me in as he turned on the lights and I gaped when I saw a huge ass pool in there. The beautiful colored lights coming from the waters were amazing and I think this pool was better than the one at the backyard.

"No one is around here." He tells me.

He walks a few steps before he turns around to look back at me again.

"You want anything to drink?" He asks.

"Maybe beer." I dared him if he has that around here.

He walks to the minibar and I watch him pull out two bottles of beer. Damn, I thought this house only offered strong liquors. I was still standing where I was standing until he walks back to me and handed me one beer. Of course, I accepted it.

"You're not planning on getting me drunk right?" I ask him.

He just grinned at me before he takes a quick drink from his beer.

"because I still need to find my friend." I add.

"Why don't you call her number? You can call her on mine." He offers.

"I don't know her number."

"That sucks."

I take a long drink from my beer and my eyes were still looking at the deceiving pool. I swear to god if it's alright to take a quick swim, I'd be swimming myself in there by now. I constantly bite my lower lip and from the corner of my eye, I noticed Gage looking at me eagerly.

"It's okay to take a swim." He noticed.

"Really?" I chimed.

"Yeah. No one's around anyway. And no one's allowed up here."

"But we're--"

"It's okay. No one knows we're here. So it's okay for you to swim." He winks at me.

I bite my lower lip harder, but I don't have anything else to wear right after taking it. A quick dip and he's here with me. He's gonna see me wet. If I take my clothes off and wear my underwear on, then he would see me half-naked. I don't want him to think that I'm trying to deceive him. He's a celebrity. I don't want him to think I'm taking advantage of it.

"I think there are towels and robes around. Do not worry." He says before taking a drink from his bottle.

I glance at him. "Maybe later."

He grins as he sits on the chair that was next to him. I walked closer to Gage and joined him at the table. Both of us stared at the beautiful pool and I honestly want to take a quick dip to make me a bit sober.

"Why aren't you partying downstairs?" I ask just to make me feel at ease.

"Party's already dying downstairs. And I just don't want to be there anymore." He answers as he moves his head to me.

"Did you have fun partying?" He asks.

I nod. "I've never seen so many celebrities in one night."

He smirks. "Seeing people faking it. Being surrounded with people who only come around for social parties but are never around when you need them."

I didn't answer.

"It's sickening sometimes." He added.

"Partying? I think not. I think going to parties is fun. You just got to party with the right people. It helps me enjoy for one night and just let go of my problems in life." I answer.

He answered me with a nod. "I see you like to party a lot."

I nod vigorously. "I do. It's like my weekend getaway from schoolwork and my job. I enjoy it."

He smirks, "You still go to school?"

"Yeah."

The way he stares at me with those intensely strewn eyes gives me the feeling as if he's peeling my clothes off from my body and I'm not doing anything to stop him because I love what he's doing to me. I love how he's affecting me even if I force myself not to get affected by Gage Stockholm.

"What are you taking up?" He asks with such a deep voice.

"Art and Design."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Wow. That's very cool." He compliments with a smile.

Fuck that smile.

"You're good with your hands then." He smirks and I'm having double meaning to what he just said about my hands.

I press my lips together to hide my smile but he's looking at me seductively.

"I am. I think I have great hands." I answer him normally as if I was not bothered about what he said.

Fuck, don't flirt back Tate. I scolded myself.

Oh Gage, why do I feel like you're flirting with me ever since a while ago?

"So.." I hollered. "How does it feel to be famous?" I ask him now, but seriously. I have been wanting to know how it would actually feel like to be as famous as he is.

He tilts his head to the side, "Crazy. Fun. But not the same definition of fun as you want to have in this kind of enjoyment. Fun in a certain way that you can interact with other celebrities and your fans but this is not a forever kind of fun."

He sounded like he's having fun with what he has right now but doesn't want to live this way forever. Why not? He's getting tons of money being a part of 1D.

"How does it feel to be Gage Stockholm? You've got millions of screaming fans chasing down your ass everywhere you go."

His green eyes slowly moved towards me and stares at my soul. Ah fuck, those deceiving eyes are the most beautiful pair I've ever laid my eyes on.

"I just hope you are not a pap." He answers with a smile.

That smile is quite a bit of a temptation.

I chuckle softly. "I'm not. Don't worry."

He grins. "Well, to be honest, I am just me." He answers breathlessly. "I'm just Gage. A normal lad that has a crazy job. I do not get why people give me special treatments wherever I go when as a matter of fact, I'm just like any other man."

Wow. That was the first word that came into my head.

He's so humble. I don't know if he is acting like he's humble but he sounded like he meant it. I know he's Gage Stockholm and I know how known he is around the world but I don't feel like talking to the world famous Gage Stockholm and it's crazy because I expected him to be cocky, full of himself, and type of shit. It feels like I am talking to someone like me. Someone who's very ordinary despite being so intimidating. He doesn't make me feel like he's someone who has a higher position than me.

I didn't even know that being humble could be a huge freaking turn on.

"Don't you like it?" I take a sip from my beer while locking my eyes at him.

He side-glanced me. "Like what?"

"Those special treatments and the attention," I added.

"I just want to sing with my band actually, that's all. I enjoy it. I enjoy singing and playing for my fans. I just want to go on tours, see my fans and make them happy. I don't know why they feel the need to give me special treatments." He answers.

"That is because you are Gage Stockholm. They know you're famous as hell that's why they should treat you that way. They know you should have the best out of all the best."

"I do not need the best. I just wanna be treated normally. And I think a lot of people don't tend to see it."

His answers to my questions make me realize that he really does want to be treated normally. He does not want people to treat him in a special way just because he's famous. I mean even with what he is wearing right now is quite simple too. A shirt, a pair of pants and some boots.

The way he looks at me seriously makes me want to feel his in dire need of privacy and being treated not like the famous Gage Stockholm from the world famous band. That he's also a normal human being like any of us. And now I see how much he loves his fans and how much he enjoys singing and being on stage with his lads. He's singing not because he wants more money, but he's singing because he enjoys it and he wants to make his fans feel happy. And I feel it with his voice.

"Are you gay?" I asked out of the blue.

My eyes dilated right away with the words I just said to him. Crap, it just came out. Crap my mouth is being so tactless right now. I think I've had too many drinks already, my mouth is saying things I shouldn't. I bite my inner lip and cursed at myself for being so stupid.

His head moves towards me and looks at me impassively. I feel myself getting tinier and tinier as he stares at me even longer.

"I'm not." He answers.

"Sorry. I didn't... It's just... It came out unexpectedly. Sorry." I mumble my words as I bite my inner cheek.

He looks down at his hands that were holding his beer and then chuckles softly.

"I get mistaken all the time though so it's fine." He answers.

Fuck that was embarrassing.

I began to move my head away from him and decided to look straight ahead to the pool than at him. After that embarrassing thing I did, I don't want to say anything anymore. I think I've embarrassed myself too much already. I seriously didn't mean to ask him about his gender preference.

Damn it Tate. You're stupid sometimes.

"You have an accent with the way you talk. You're not American?" He asks.

"My dad's American. My mom's Spanish-American. I pretty much grew up in Spain that's why I talk weird in English. When my mom was diagnosed with cancer, my dad brought us here in New York for her treatment."

He stares eagerly and it's giving me a shiver down my entire spine. But I love the way his eyebrows would furrow having that cocky look that he's been giving me since a while ago. I love the way he listens to me even if what I'm saying is no sense already and even if we just met.

"I hope your mum's going well with her treatments." He tells me.

"Treatments are expensive here. That's why she didn't make it. She died last year." I softly said.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

I remained silent. I'm still hurt about losing my mom. I'm still not over the pain when she left us.

"Well, I think the way you speak English isn't weird. It's something sexy I must say." He tells me with a serious face.

And I hate when he says things like that so seriously with his voice becoming so deep. I hate it because it drives me insane.

I chuckle humorlessly.

"Como estas?" Gage asks. (Translation: How are you?)

I begin to grin. "Yo ya estoy un poco mareado pero eres caliente como m****a en este momento." (Translation: I'm already a bit dizzy but you're hot as fuck right now.)

His face begins to grimace. "I don't know what that meant." He chuckles.

"Good thing you don't," I say under my breath with a smirk.

"Hey, no fair." He whines.

I pull my head back up to him and laugh softly. "I said I'm already a bit dizzy but I can still manage." I lied.

"Is it what you really said?" He asks.

I nod before finishing my bottle of beer. I glare at Gage and he was finishing his bottle of beer too. Suddenly, he stands from his chair and begins to take off his boots from his feet.

"What are you doing?" I tensed up.

He pulls off his socks. "I'm going to take a swim. I need to get sober. The drinks are getting me a bit dizzy."

Oh crap, he's unbuckling his belt.

I quickly looked away even though I want to look at him but I try to set boundaries.

"Aren't you going to join me?" He asks.

I hear the sound of his zipper opening and from my peripheral view, I already see him kicking his jeans off from his legs.

Oh fucking Christ.

"It's fine. I'll be ok here." I answer awkwardly.

I try to breathe normally but he's giving me problems breathing now that I see him taking his shirt off. I bite my lip harder and try not to look at him. But fuck he's already on his black boxer brief.

Shit!

"Are you sure you don't want to?" He asks again.

Of course, I want to take a swim! I just don't want you to see me in my underwear. "Yeah." I answer.

"It'll help you get a bit sober."

"I don't have anything to wear once I'll go into the pool." I say.

My eyes moved to Gage and he was walking away from me as he grabs something from the minibar. And it was a remote.

He looks back at me.

"You're up for skinny dipping?" He asks.

My eyes widened.

I am sorry, but I am up for what?