Will locks the car with two clicks, the lights flash illuminating the dark street. He turns in a circle with his arms raised to the sky soaking in his surroundings like he's somewhere in the Bahamas when in reality he's stood on the sidewalk of what quite frankly is a shithole. A literal shithole.

The buildings are covered in odd graffiti, curse words and artist tags; across the road is what I can presume is an abandoned construction site that's now overgrown with weeds and wheel-less shopping carts. I pull my leather jacket tighter around my body when I catch sight of a group of teenagers loitering on the corner of the road in the shadows of a broken streetlight. The wind whistles past my face adding to the eerie feeling of wherever the fuck we are, the clouds are low tonight casting light fog across the city creating that murderous atmosphere but this place literally screams I will mug you, murder you and drop your body in the Thames so on one will ever find it.

The strongest smell of weed floats in the fog which heightens my senses and causes me to groan slightly. What I would do for a fucking spliff right now. I'm meant to be meeting Jayden and Lucas for a drink now since, for once, we're all in the same city at the same time but Will has other ideas and he's taken me to the other side of London, hoping I get stabbed.

Honestly, it's probably not the smartest idea to protest anything Wills making me do right now as I don't really have a leg to stand on. He's still pretty vexed about this morning, he has been the whole day. He gave me a right bollocking after Spiller stormed out the meeting and since then he's barely said two words to me, I can't be bothered to add fuel to his very obvious fire. It's not my fault if the girl can't take some home truths, instead of worrying about her, He should probably be finding a girl who can.

I woke up this morning with a hangover from hell and a very agitated Tessa, apparently she'd heard about my 'outburst' last night at Nikis, no doubt from one of the ass licking women, apparently I was 'out of line' 'need to be controlled' and I'm supposedly 'scaring off her new talent', this put me in an even worse mood.

They all worship Gigi around the offices like she's some kind of god. I walked into the building this morning and all I heard was 'how great she is' and how 'she'll be topping the charts' and how 'perfect she'll be for the tour and the album'. If only they know what a rude, unmannered, obnoxious bitch she actually is they'd probably think twice about having her on their payroll. Especially after she walked out of the meeting this morning, I would have been mortified if I was her. She was trying so hard bless her, but I guess she just can't cut it in the big leagues. Seriously though if you look under unprofessional in the dictionary there'd be a picture of her in her slutty uniform drenched head to toe in whisky.

"Come on then!" Will beckons, bringing my eyes back front to where he's already started off down the street.

I follow behind him watching my feet that are sporting my new Versace trainers, being careful not to scuff them on the broken bottles and squashed cans that lay like a minefield across the uneven sidewalk. With the lack of road signs or any route markers I have absolutely no idea where we are or why we're here, I don't even know if we're still in London, to be honest.

Contemplating what I have left to lose with Will I decide I might as well ask him where the fuck we are,

"Uh Will... where are we?" I say cautiously, nearly whispering out of fear the big group of teenagers on the corner might hear me and try and mug me.

"Birthplace of legendry... Spandau Ballet." He says, not turning to look at me, sheer delight dripping from his words

What...?

"Ballet of what now?"

He sighs, shaking his head letting out a small groan. God, what have I done now?

"Islington Colton. We're in Islington." I can hear the defeat in his voice.

"What's Islington? Why are we here? Are you sure it's safe?" I ramble off questions at him.

He doesn't answer any of them, he just keeps strolling down the path with his hands in his pockets grinning.

"If I told you Colt, I'd have to kill you." He lets out a demonic laugh which causes some of the group to turn and look at us. I turn my head away from them, so I don't make involuntary eye contact and walk a little faster. I'm a little shocked he's changed his tune so quickly too, I thought he was going to bite my head off again, but he seems pretty fuckin chipper.

We walk further down the road until we reach a communal door to a block of apartments, Will reaches out and with a gentle shove, the communal door swings open into a dark hallway and a set of crooked stairs that sit at the end of the small room. This place is freaky and smells of damp. My hairs on my arms stick up, I know wills angry at me, but he doesn't want to kill me, right? Looking around this might just be the perfect place for a murder.

I hesitate, not wanting to move from the door frame, the street was sketchy, but the dark hallway was just screaming enter to die.

"Well close the door you'll let all the warm air out." Will says, gesturing me to follow him up the stairs.

What warm air, this place is freezing. Yep you could defiantly freeze a body in here.

Reluctantly I close the door and follow him up to a landing with three apartment doors on, muffled singing can be heard standing outside the doors, it somewhat sounds familiar. The closer we get to the furthest door the louder the singing gets, whoever it is, is singing Beyoncé and fuck me their voice is like honey, it floods under the small gap at the bottom of the door and wraps its sweet tones around your body. Will knocks lightly on the door although I'm not sure it'll be heard over this girls belting.

The door flings open, A tall man in tweed trousers and a salmon coloured shirt appears in the doorway, confusion coats his expression and he frowns through his circle rimmed glasses. The singing is even louder now, and I immediately recognise the song, I won't admit it, but I love this song... it holds resonance with me. But there's something so familiar about this voice...?

"Can I help you?" The tweed-clad boy asks rubbing his arm.

"We're looking for a Gigi Lorenzo?" Will speaks.

I glare at the back of Wills's head, what the fuck. He's officially lost his godanm mind, no wonder Spiller lives in a dump like this though, it makes sense now. The walls are peeling paint and the ceilings covered in damp. The place stinks of stale bread and the carpets are riddled with sticky substances. But why the fuck are we here to see her, after her strop this morning I'm now 100% sure she will not be on my tour, nobody turns down any deal Hassa Records offers you. Will must be here to let her down... gently. A smile creeps across my face thinking about it, poor chick...or not.

The boy at the door looks me up and down, scowling, I'm expecting him to realise who I am right about now and fangirl out on me... or fanboy...?

Finally, he speaks,

"Look if this is about her mum...?"

Her mum? Wait...does this kid really not know who I am?

"Her mum? Oh no we're here from Hassa Records."

Glasses straightens up in the doorway looking more surprised now, he shuffles on his feet,

"Oh, Uhm... come in I guess... Gigi's just in the kitchen, follow me..."

He opens the door wider and we follow him through the small hallway lined with numerous pairs of shoes to an opened space living room and kitchen. Gigi is stood by the cooker taking out what looked like a tray of chicken nuggets and chips. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, but she still had scraps of leftover make up on, she has changed into a hoodie which said sweetener on the front, presumably one of Ariana Grande's tour hoodies. She finishes her look with these cute Mickey mouse booty shorts, her perfectly round ass is poking slightly out of the bottom of them. She still looks pretty danm sexy in her messy state.

We walk in just as she hits the top notes in the chorus, sending the vibrato melting through my ears. Will grins at her, taking in her harmonic voice, she's completely unaware we're stood watching her.

"Uhm Gigi..." Tweed pipes up over the music.

She places chips onto a plate covered in cartoon characters with a spatula,

"If it's the fucking neighbours again complaining about my music, I swear to god, Jacob, I will bloody lynch em." She thrusts the spatula into the sink in rage.

This chick has major anger issues, but I suppose I'm not really one to talk about that.

"Oh well no... its Uhm..."

"Lucey dinner! Come sit up here please." She's still oblivious to the extra figures in the room and shouts over to the living room area.

A little boy jumps around the corner towards the kitchen island, stopping when he notices us. His little curls fall into his eyes, but you can still see his confused expression.

"Gigi who are they..." he says not taking his eyes off me.

She finally turns around and her face immediately drains and pales, she looks like she's seen a ghost. Her lips move up and down, but no words come out until she begins to stutter,

"uhh... hi..." her eyes dart from Will to me and then back to the kitchen floor.

"Come on little man, let's eat." The tall kid picks up the small child and takes him over to the kitchen island, plopping him down in a bar stool type chair, removing himself and the kid from the obvious tension.

"Hi Gigi, sorry to just drop by, I tried to call earlier but I couldn't get hold of you."

Her feet stay firmly planted on the wooden floor; she seems too petrified to move.

"No of... of course not, please, take a seat... sorry there's not much room..."

She gestures towards the kitchen island where another girl Is laying out photos and sticking them into some kind of scrapbook. We settle ourselves down into two of the barstools, she stays standing and tries to move some of the pictures and a stack of paperwork to make room on the counter.

I take a glance at a few of the photos in front of me, they're pictures of Gigi and the tweed boy in a range of different clothes in different locations. In one Gigi was wearing a pair of thigh-high heels and a checkered button-up dress, she's standing by a tube station sign laughing and her curled hair drops over one side of her face, it's pretty cute.

I can feel the girl sorting and sticking the photos staring at me intently, I turn to face her, she's grinning and possibly hyperventilating.

"Can I help you?"

Gigi and the tall boy sigh and look uncomfortable... what the...

"Oh, my fucking god. YOUR COLTON SODDING JAX. HOLY SHIT GI PINCH ME. NOW. OMG YOU'RE AMAZING, I HAVE LIKE EVERY ALBUM AND IVE BEEN TO ALL YOUR SHOWS AND YOU'RE SO FIT LIKE..." She pauses her expression changing very quickly from an over-excited puppy to an angry bull,

"Actually, fuck you... you... you... pompous cockwamble... you think you can- "

"SOFIA," Gigi shouts from across the table, startling everyone.

I've still got whiplash from Miss bipolar and from her little... lecture? I can presume Gigi's told her about me. Gigi's cheeks have gone red and she looks pretty mortified, her jaw is clenched, and she looks slightly angry too Whereas Wills trying to hold back his laughter beside me, I can feel his shoulder bobbing up and down.

"I don't like it when you shout Gigi, it's scary." The curly-haired boy says with a mouthful of chips, staring down at his plate.

She lets out a small breath of air and wraps her arms around his small frame giving him a hug.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to shout it's just Auntie Sofia can be really silly sometimes." This causes the boy to chuckle.

"Auntie Sofi is very silly but she's funny...Can I watch SpongeBob?" his mood quickly changing. Sofia sticks her tongue out at him playfully and he laughs more.

"I'll take him to my room and stick SpongeBob on, if I have to put up with another minute of Sofia's bloody fan Girling I swear I will burn her Gucci jumper." The tall boy says,

"Oh, suck a frigging dick Jacob, you will do no such thing." This earns the girl a slap on the arm from Gigi.

The boy, I presume now is Jacob has taken the boy into one of the side rooms, the muffled sound of the SpongeBob theme tube fills the awkward silence.

"I am so sorry for that and Miss big mouth over here." Sofia sticks her middle finger up at Gigi and carries on giving me a death stare.

"No worries, I have kids of my own and our house is always overflowing." Will replies with a smile.

I wonder what her deal is with the kid... it's not hers is it, she's only like 20 and that kid is at least 6... it can't be hers right? But then again if what she wears at work is any indication to her home life...

"Is he yours?" she looks startled by the question and Sofia lets out a little chuckle,

"What? No, he's my brother, I just have him over for dinner... whilst my mums working."

She pauses when she mentions hr mum, her expression is solemn, Sofia shakes her head and scoffs, that and what the boy said at the door leads me to believe there is seriously more to that story than she's telling us.

"Well I just wanted to drop this by and have a quick conversation with you."

She nods, still with a narrowed expression, to be honest, I'm just as confused as she is, I still have no idea why we're here, I thought Will would have just ripped the band-aid of by now and said hey so we don't actually want you because you'll ruin all our reputations so bye, I'm still waiting for that moment which is why I haven't completely flipped at Will for bringing me here in the first place.

Will slides a wad of stapled paper across the countertop to her, she picks it up cautiously and scans the front page.

"I really would love to manage you and Hassa Records is pretty desperate to sign you Gigi. I bought the contracts over so you can look over them before you make a decision."

She looks even more confused as she flips through the pages.

"Wait you still want to sign me?"

"Why wouldn't we?" Will nods.

"Well after this afternoon I just thought..."

She means after she stormed out the office, which now adds to her compilation of unprofessional moments. I don't understand why everyone's still chasing this unsigned wanna be, they could sign anyone else at all but nope, I'm stuck with spiller.

"Quite shocking isn't it, I'm still confused as to why they want you in the first place." I jab at her, I can see the shock run across Sofia's face, she sits up as if she's about to say something when Will cuts in quickly to diffuse the tension,

"Of course, your special! I can feel it and so can the label. We really think you'll be able to go far Gigi; we haven't seen someone like you in ages. The world hasn't seen someone like you in ages." He pauses, sighs and looks at me timidly.

"I also bought Colt along to... apologise."

WHAT.

Apologise, I don't fucking think so. She should be apologising to me for... well... just being a bitch and ruining my fucking shirt.

"Are you fucking high? I am not. Repeat not. Apologising to some low life wannabe who's going to ruin my reputation just like she ruined my $5000 shirt." I shout, jumping out of my chair.

Sofia's feet hit the ground and her face is turning visibly red, if looks could kill I would be dead. She's about to come for me when Gigi learns across the island, so she faces to face with me.

"I apologise in advance for my language Will." She says staring me straight in the eye, not turning to him.

"Look Mr expensive shirt, I understand you're this massive big shot artist that everyone fawns over and to some people your probably a fucking god that gets everything he wants but how dare you come into my home with my family and hurl insults at me, belittling me. I understand we got off to a rough start and I admit I was a bitch and I could have handled the situation a lot better but I was coming to the end of working an eighteen-hour working day and I was tired, I wouldn't expect you to understand what that's like obviously. But I do apologise. However, I have never given you any other reason to hate me and insult me every chance you get. So I really do apologise I ruined your shirt or whatever and I'll pay you back every fucking penny I really don't care anymore but that does not give you the right to treat me like I'm a piece of shit you've stepped in, making me and my music feel worthless. I will not let you or anyone else be the reason I give up now. I've worked too bloody hard and you're not going to take away my chance at doing what I love. My chance to be something and make a fucking difference for me and my family. So, give it your best shot, put me down, shout obscenities at me, do whatever you fucking can to make me want to back down but guess what Hemmings I've dealt with monsters much fucking worse than Colton Jax."

She spits the words through her teeth trying to control her anger, one fist is clenched but the other is open and jabbing a finger right into my chest. Our faces are so close I can study every one of her freckles that clouds her nose, I can smell her sweet perfume and her strawberry shampoo. I stare into her eyes, crystal blue swirls that have a story to tell, her eyes look sad but she's finally biting back, and I don't know if I find it sexy as hell or disrespectful as fuck. I would take her right here, right now on the kitchen table, but she just called me out in front of everyone and Colton Jax doesn't take kindly to that shit.

Beside me Will is grinning like he just won the lottery and Sofia is chuckling and clapping. I can't deny that seeing her that angry, with so much passion and some sheer determination turns me on, she really is a little spitfire and it really makes me wonder whether she'd use that between the sheets. However no one talks to me like that, no one bites back at me, my ego has taken a massive hit from someone who works in a bar as a stripper and the only thing I can manage to do is storm out of her apartment the same way she did the morning.

I'm fucking fuming that Will bought me here and that he had the nerve to get me to apologise. Spiller thinks she can just waltz in and undermine my position in the music business she's got another thing coming, no woman especially not that woman is going to try and 'put me in my place' as Tessa says. Anger continues to sprout through my bones as I violently swing the apartment door open and march down the hallway practically tearing the floorboards up as I go. I get down to the car and start kicking the tire, lashing out at the rubber.

Calm down Colt, fucksake, remember what she said. Deep breaths in, deep breaths out count to three.

One-Two

Ah fuck it, none of that shit helped anyway.

I slam my foot harder against the tire and try and hold my fist back from shattering the glass windows with my knuckles. If the label could see this right now, they'd ship me straight back to my therapist and postpone my tour as punishment until I've 'talked out my issues'.

They made me see an anger management therapist after there was a... accident on tour last year. I went to a few sessions and talked about my 'problems', realised they were a waste of time and refused to go anymore. The label couldn't be bothered to argue with me so they let it go and tied to sweep it all under the carpet from the press and public but if they could see me now I have now doubt they put straight on a plane directly back to the states to 'talk it out'.

The frustration is still soaring round my body at the speed of light. Fuck I need a drink. I need something.

I slam my foot against the car tire one last time before a hand grabs my shoulder, startling me. Immediately I think I'm being mugged; I wouldn't expect anything less from an area like this, but I'm met with Wills concerned face. He looks scared, eyeing my fists that are balled at my sides and my teeth clenched tightly. But he's not scared of me, he's scared for me.

"Colton you need to calm down."

He places his other hand on my other shoulder and gives me a slight shake, a reassuring smile creeps onto his lips and the heavy breathing streaming out my nose is becoming quieter, I unclench my fists and try and relax the tension in my jaw. I need to calm down, he's right, he's always fucking right.

"I need a fucking drink." I sigh and walk around to the passenger side of the door, throwing myself into the seat, facing away from Will.

I shoot Jayden and Lucas a quick text telling them to meet me in Club49soho which is a bar or nightclub type place we usually go to when were in London.

Will starts the completely silent car, tension is bouncing off the interior as I slump further into the seat and watch the dingy streets fly past the window.

I need to get fucking smashed.

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