Today has been a shit show from start to finish.

For starters, my nose is fucking killing me and Will wasted no time in reprimanding me for-

One, leaving without telling him this morning.

Two, not taking security.

And three, getting so badly hurt fighting.

My nose is black and blue and my lip is swollen and nasty shades of red. Will doesn't mind when I go training, he thinks it helps with my anger and he sometimes comes with me but he does mind when I come back with physical evidence of my training, It's just another thing the press can report on and twist. However, that isn't the worst thing I'd been chewed out for today.

It seems in my rage last night the things I'd accidentally said about Gigi were now splashed over every front page and every social media outlet. I've spent all day wondering if Gigi had seen them yet, after how nice she was this morning I regret what I said and the malicious way I said it, she even apologised to me and helped me after I rammed my knee into her several times. She's probably going to hate me even more, but It's not like I even meant it, I was just... angry but Tessa didn't care how angry I was, she cared that I had slated her newest guinea pig on a worldwide level.

She rang me 30 minutes ago demanding I come to her office, I'm now sat in a velvet red chair in front of a black desk that's covered in awards, a large Mac and several loose bits of paper. There are a few golden frames full of family photos sat by the Mac and a vase of flowers that should have been thrown out about a week ago, their browning petals scattered around the ceramic base of the white swirled vase. Behind the desk are rows of gold disks hanging in frames on the white walls.

Tessa walks into the room shutting the door carefully behind her. The temperature drops 20 degrees and a chill is floating in the air, I turn to look at Will, whos stood behind me but he doesn't make eye contact, he just stares forward with his arms fastened tightly behind his back, creating a formal posture.

Oh fuck I am in so much trouble.

She sits down nonchalantly in her chair and crosses her legs, a small smile sketched on her face as she smooths her skirt down with her hands.

Then bam.

She wacks her palm down on the desk making the awards move slightly, her body creeps across the surface until she's eye to eye with me. Her body is tense and her Jaw looks like its wired shut.

I swallow the panic that's rising in my throat, her rose-scented perfume wafts around my nose. Hey eyes narrow at me, which creates a considerable amount of wrinkles under her eye, she obviously hadn't had her monthly botox yet... no wonder she's in a dangerous mood.

Suddenly she slinks back into her chair and lets out a lengthy sigh bringing her thumb and finger to pinch the bridge of her nose. The air in the room is stale, nobody says anything or moves. The silence is eating at my confidence, making me panic even more.

" What happened to you?" she asks staring at me as she brings her arms down to the desk and locks her fingers together as if to say this is my office, my label and you will listen to me.

"Well, I went training this morning and-"

"I'm not talking about your fucking face, I'm talking about you! When we signed you, you were a happy boy who loved music and would do anything for anyone. Now you're a rude, cocky, defying little diva who can't keep it in his pants. What happened to little Colton Hemmings."

I stare at her blankly, what the fuck does that mean? I am Colton Hemmings, I've just adapted to the celebrity life, adapted to what they wanted me to be. The person they created for me. I've grown up and matured, that's all? The same as... Justin Bieber or... the Jonas Brothers!

"It's like he's got lost somewhere and quite frankly I don't know what to do with this new Colton. Lord knows we've tried, we all have but I'm just not sure the old ones coming back."

I just sit here, taking in what she's saying, trying to figure out what she means because right now I am lost, but with this conversation, not my... identity or whatever she's trying to say.

"Colton what you said, last night and actually the last few days, about Miss Lastra, has honestly shocked me. This poor girl wants to make music and sing, exactly the same way you did many years ago. She's not trying to hurt you or sabotage your career. She's just trying to pave her way in this world, exactly the same way everyone else has. I understand you find it hard to open up and trust after-"

" I get it okay." I snap quickly like the next word she was going to say was poisonous.

" And I understand you don't think we trust you, but we do. We want you to prove to us why we should trust you because right now, it's not coming across very well. The reason we wanted Gigi to work with you is that we know she can help you, and encourage you to write more. We wanted to give you a chance to work with her and us to produce something you'll be proud of, something to bring the old Colton back! But telling the whole world shes a talentless slut, I'm ashamed. Ashamed to actually have you as a part of this label right now. For your sake, I hope you haven't completely destroyed her and she's still thinking about working with us."

I sit in the chair, still and detached from the room. This whole conversation has really made me realise how much of a dick I've been. I need to talk to Gigi, I still didn't want to work with her, with anyone really, but I've at least got to try and do something. She didn't deserve what I said, no matter how annoying she is. After spending time with her this morning I saw a relaxed and fun side of Gigi. She can fight! And well too, that's pretty fucking hot. She was so caring when she hurt me, even though I probably hurt her more, mentally and physically now. Maybe if I tell her I was drunk she might-

"Alright, you can go now." Tessa waves me away with her hand.

I turn to leave,

"Please think about what I said Colt. And no more bloody injuries okay!"

I nod remorsefully and leave the room, Will following after me.

I need a drink after all that. We carry on the silence until we're down in the lobby, muffled voices can be heard from the main waiting area which is odd since it's pretty late now. We turn the corner into reception,

"I'll take the deal."

Spiller is stood with Castro, her small frame is trembling and her face is tear stricken.

She's taking the deal? I don't know whether to feel angry and disappointed or glad and relieved. Part of me is relieved Tessa won't be cutting my balls off but I'm back to square one with having everything decided for me, not to mention she's probably going to be pissed at me.

"Gigi?" Will asks in a concerned tone,

She jumps a little and turns to greet Will, her face is blotchy and her eyes look hollow and scared. She looks at me with no emotion, I'm about to ask her what happened when she shoots daggers at me and turns her back to me to carry on talking to John.

I guess she saw the article. Fuck.

Her, Will and Castro go through some more details like when she can come in and start to record but I can only focus on her mannerisms, shes shaking and timider than she usually is, she's got marks on her wrist and her skirt is ripped. Anger surges through my body at the logical thought of what could have happened to her, I really want to ask her if she's alright but I'm not sure how she'd take it right now.

"Let me give you a lift home," Will says bringing my attention back to the fact John has now left the room and its just us three in the lobby.

" I'm alright thanks it's not far, I'll take the tube."

"Please, I don't feel comfortable letting you walk home alone this late."

She looks at me and tries to protest more but Will is already pushing us out the door towards the car. She gets in the back cautiously and I crawl in beside her. She gives me a disgusted look and wriggles farther over, pressing her body into the side of the opposite car door.

"What am I, your bloody cab driver now." Will looks at me in the wing mirror, this causes a chuckle from Gigi.

Her eyes light up for a moment but then darkness clouds her glassy pupils very quickly. The car goes silent and awkwardness fills the air.

"So uh what made you change your mind? Not that I'm complaining." Will asks from the front.

She shifts uncomfortably in her seat and turns her head to look out the window, I'm sure I can see a tear trickle down her face in the reflection.

"Uh just uh a change of heart I guess."

Suddenly her phone rings,

"I'm so sorry do you mind if I take this? Its Sofia."

Will shakes his head with a smile. She picks up the phone and tries to cup her voice so he and I cant hear their conversation but it doesn't work very well in the silence that's stagnant in the air.

"Hey." Her voice croaks quietly.

"Gigi, where the fuck are you? Niki called. I'm getting Bleu to come to pick you up right now!" Sofia shouts down the line.

Is Bleu the kid from the flat? Guaranteed he'd be no help to anyone, he looks like he wouldn't harm a sodding fly.

"Calm down I'm fine, I'm getting a lift don't worry."

"Fine! Giovanna are you fucking with me! Don't lie to me. Nikis so worried, she said you took off. Who are you with?" she rambles on.

I take note of the change of name, seems weird for a British name but I guess that's her full name?

"Look I'll explain it all when I get home okay, I'm fine don't worry."

She hangs up quickly after struggling to get the words out. Her cute voice cracks send worry in her tone. Tears start dripping from her wet eyelashes, she tries to hide them by wiping them away quickly with her trembling hands.

"Gigi my love are you alright?" Will speaks comfortingly from the front.

She perks up and immediately slaps on a convincing smile. If it wasn't for the dried tear stains you'd be convinced.

"Yea I'm fine thanks."

Will just smiles sweetly but his eyes are still filled with concern and worry.

Fuck it, I hate it when women bloody cry, it's annoying. I might as well ask, I've got nothing else to lose.

"Did someone-"

"Why the fuck do you care? Want something else to report? Did you Have fun telling the world I'm a talentless slut?" She barks at me, her knuckles turning white in her lap.

"It's not like I meant to! I was pissed at you." I shout back at her, defensively, immediately realising that was the worst thing I can say.

She just glares at me in shock with more water droplets gathering at her lashline, I can feel Will shaking his head too. The car comes to a stop.

"Thanks for the lift." She croaks, and with that, she gets out of the car and disappears down the dark street in a slight jog.

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