All Chapters of Almost Forever: Our Fake Romance Agreement: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Willow It’s been three days, and Reid hasn’t come into the office at all. Was he that serious about avoiding me? In any case, I have tried not to give him any further thought after what happened between us on Sunday. It was his decision to run away when things got a bit too hectic, and for some reason, I felt grateful. For instance, I wouldn’t have become friends with Noah if we didn’t end things in front of my building. Speaking of which, Noah and I have been going out for coffee almost every evening after I get home from work. He truly isn’t what I expected; for one - the man has a mini stuffed toy collection hidden in his condo! It’s the most adorable thing ever. He even offered me one (which I readily took because it was a mini Totoro, so don’t judge me, okay.) I tease him about it often, and he actually humours me instead of getting upset. Mel has been too busy, so I barely see her now. I didn’t want to tell her about what happen

Willow It’s been a week after Noah and I were out and about with the paps snapping away at us. Since I’m not a major star, it never made the tabloids, so I’m not sure what Noah was thinking. He’s a rockstar, so your usual run-of-the-mill businessman or lawyer wouldn’t read gossip magazines. Where was this heading again? When I arrived at work, Michael called in to say that he couldn’t come in to work due to feeling under the weather, so I had to rearrange his entire schedule. It kept me busy for the entirety of the morning as I made the decision to give him at least two days to rest up. It was so odd, in the years I’ve been here Michael has never fallen ill. I hope he gets better soon. When I had a bit of time after the morning rush, I decided to call Zack to arrange a meeting with regards to the N*****x contract. If I didn’t do it now, he would always think of me as a pushover. He answered on the second ring. “Willow! Fancy hearing f

**TRIGGER WARNING: SUICIDE. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THE TOPIC OF SUICIDE AND / OR SELF HARM** Willow I’m sitting next to Noah on my sofa, but he has been quiet for a while now. I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or whatever is on his mind, but seeing him like this worries me. I touch his knee, and he instinctively looks at me. “Please, talk to me,” I urged, hoping he would open up to me again. He lets out a long winded sigh then looks up at the ceiling. “The closer I get to leaving for the tour, the more anxiety grips me. Last year I promised that it would be my last one, but here I am again - a hamster in a wheel.” He murmurs. “This time will be my last, though. I can feel it in my bones - either the band is breaking up, or I leave. One way or another, it’s over.” His last comment sends a chill up my spine; what was he planning? “Well, this time when you return, I

Willow It took all but 30 minutes, and now we were departing the Grayson private jet. Aspen was beautiful in Mid November, with flurries of snow hiding the hills and mountainside. I’ve always wanted to come here, but I never had the chance because I threw myself into my work. But now I’m here, with Reid Grayson, no less. I smile and hug my coat closer to my body as a bone-chilling shiver goes up my spine. “Chop, chop, Miss Creed, These bags won’t carry themselves,” I roll my eyes at my asshole of a ‘boyfriend’ and pick up my luggage. “You’re such a gentleman, Reid. The best, ever!” I say, giving him the finger and sliding my luggage across the runway only to hear a giggle behind me. I turn around to see Sasha and River waiting for us. Leaving my bag, I stroll towards them and give them both a hug, lingering on Sasha the longest. “It’s lovely to see you again, Sasha,” I look at River and grin. “Well, I see the man with your fac

Willow I wake up with an aching body and look at the time on my phone: 4 am. Gosh, I was out like a log last night. When I look over at the space next to me, I notice that it was empty. Not just that, but it seems as if Reid never came to bed last night. That’s weird. Didn’t he say we had to act like a couple etc.? I throw on my soft, warm black tights, a t-shirt, pullover and warm jacket and boots. Yes, even though my body is aching right now, I wanted to go skiing again! Walking downstairs as quietly as I can, I write out a note for Sasha saying that I would be borrowing the rental to go skiing for two hours or so, but I would be back for breakfast. I stick the note on the refrigerator, but I hear a voice coming from the lounge area as I reach for the car keys. When I take a peek around the corner, I see Reid on his cell phone. He was trying not to shout, but he looked utterly pissed off. It seems like he’s been up all night