While I was walking towards the front doors of the Holiday Inn my phone dinged.

I looked down to see a message from Shawn.

Shawn: I want you to know that I completely trust you, but I don't trust Lance. Could you let me know where you're at? That way if anything goes wrong I will be phone call away.

Claire: I love how thoughtful you are! I'm meeting him at the Holiday Inn room 101. I'll call you later tonight and tell you how it goes.

Maybe I wasn't completely stupid after all.

Sure, I still felt uneasy about meeting up with Lance alone, but Shawn at least knows where I'm at.

I walked into the hotel and took the elevator up to the second floor.

Room 101 was at the end of the hall.

As I walked down the hall I kept questioning if this was the right thing to do.

I didn't realize I had knocked on the room door until it swung open.

"Thanks for coming by, gorgeous." Lance stood there in nothing but a towel wrapped around the lower half of his body.

His hair was damp and his skin slightly pink, indicating that he just had showered.

"Lance! Put on some clothes!" I looked away in embarrassment.

"Awe, you should see your face! I love making you blush." He opened the room door a bit more.

"You can wait in here while I change in the bathroom."

I walked in and sat on the couch and scrolled on Instagram as Lance changed in the bathroom.

While on Instagram I see Camila Cabello's account pop up on one of the top recommended accounts for me to follow.

I click on it to see that she posted a picture of her and Shawn. I still didn't know what to do about Shawn's management having him and Camila fake a relationship.

"I hope that you've been thinking about me as much as I have you." Lance's voice startled me and I slipped my phone back into my pocket.

"I can't say that I have. What do you need my help with Lance?"

Lance took a seat right next to me. "I need you to help me by becoming my wife."

I sat in a daze and then bursted out in laughter.

"I'm sorry, what? You are crazy!"

"I mean it! I can't love anyone other than you Clover." He leaned in for a kiss, but I dodged him.

"Lance, no! I have a boyfriend and I'm still seventeen. Just leave me alone!" I stood up to walk out the door.

"No! You're staying with me!" Lance grabbed my wrist and yanked me back down.

"Besides, your birthday is in two days. I'm sure I can keep you around until then."

"You're psychotic!" I tried to get up again, but Lance pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"I don't want to do this, but you leave me no choice Clover."

Lance dragged me over to the end of the bed and cuffed me to it.

When I tried to scream he hurried and took a piece of cloth and tied it around my mouth.

I attempted to reach for my phone in my pocket, but Lance hurried and took it into his hands.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take good care of you. All you have to do is listen to me." Lance smirked and lifted the side of his shirt revealing a gun

"If you do, I promise that no one will get hurt."