"Holy shit! That's my fucking face!! That's huge! I'm huge!" Gigi shouts, pointing at the huge tour poster plastered on the wall as we're leaving the under- stadium tunnel.

"That's so fucking crazy like that picture of my head is even bigger than my whole body!" She beams up at the poster of her head, her eyes twinkling in excitement, it's pretty adorable seeing how happy she gets over this stuff. It's just... normal now to me, but Gigi reminds me of what it was like when I released my first song or album.

"How are you not freaking out? Your heads even bigger!" She shouts over to me,

"And sexier" I wink at her, "I do look fucking great on a poster." I shrug, Will shakes his head,

"Have you ever met a more humble man?" He slaps his forehead and turns to Gigi, they both chuckle.

"Oh fuck the both of you." Little shits, I do look good on a poster, I'm not going to lie about it.

"This is crazy. Wait Will can you take a picture of me... with me, please." She giggles at her own joke as she passes her phone to Will who takes numerous pictures of her doing different poses.

"Actually..." She looks over to me, smirking, "Come on grumpy!" She runs over and grabs my arm with her small hands, using all her energy to drag me, I stay put on the spot, finding her attempts to move me amusing.

"Ugh move you lump, come on!" I laugh at her then finally let her drag me over to the poster. She stands next to me, then scowls up at me like I just killed a puppy?

"What? Stop staring at me you midgit!" I look down at her.

"Exactly!" She huffs. The fuck is she on? Is she pissed?

"Are you drunk? What are you on about?"

"No I don't even drink you, idiot, I mean you're too tall! You're a bloody tree! It looks strange and makes me look like an elf." I laugh, she's like five foot next to my six foot three- nearly four frame, she pouts up at me buts its more a cute pout than an angry one which makes me grin even more,

"God if you're going to be moody about it," Before I even register what I'm doing, I grab her legs and throw her onto my back, she lets out a squeal and proceeds to slap me on my shoulder blade,

"What the fuck shirt-boy!" She screams in my ear, her hands gripping my biceps for deal life,

"Well, now you're taller than me," and closer to me, "So stop pouting shortcake." She pulls her body tighter into my back and keeps her head near my neck.

"I swear to god if you drop me!" She says through gritted teeth. I grab tighter on her smooth thighs and pretend to drop her, she squeals again and wraps her arms around my torso like a clamp. I could swear I feel a few fingers run up and down my abs... I'm not complaining though.

"Colton!" She shouts in my ear.

"Pose doll." I crane my neck around to look at her, she glares at me shaking her head, I give her a quick wink before turning my head back to Will who's stood smirking with the phone miles away from his face ready to take the picture.

"To welcome her to Barcelona and our studio, that was Gigi Lastra with one of her new songs, Possible." The radio presenter says into his mic as Gigis song finishes playing. She spent the whole song hiding between her hands with rosy, flushed cheeks but you could still see the enormous grin that sat upon her pink lips.

This is day five thousand and seventy-two of useless promotion interviews and talk show pleasing, honestly I'm just so bored of it now, it's the same questions, same shit everywhere I go and today is no different... except today I'm sharing the spotlight with Gigi. Her EP reached number one in the UK a few weeks ago and peaked at Number two in the US so the label want her to do more promotion and 'public relations building' hence why she's now tagging along to my interviews. It's weird having someone sat here with me... I'm not used to... sharing or having someone else asked questions but looking at how fucking happy she looks I guess I'm okay with it. It's fun as well, she spent the last half an hour messing about in the staff area to calm her nerves before we came on air, she's a massive fucking goof but she had me and Will in stitches. It also makes me feel... less alone I suppose. It's true what they say... it is lonely at the top.

"So Gigi! How are you! It's such a pleasure to have you both in the studio with us today!"

The overly enthusiastic radio presenter says. I don't miss the way his eyes wander up and down Gigi's bare legs. I scowl at him.

"I'm great thanks! It's a pleasure to be here!" She speaks into the mic with a genuine smile but her legs bounce up and down nervously.

"That's such a cute accent! We love it, very posh!" Another host says from the end of the table.

"Well thank you, its nothing special, honestly I think it's a bit annoying and definitely not posh!." She giggles shyly. I know I said before that I found her accent... well I was probably a dick about it but the more time I've spent with her I've actually started to love her accent. Her little twangs or stupid slang she uses, she's tried to teach me some British sayings like 'Arse-over-tit' and 'off to Bedfordshire' but in conclusion, they all sound ridiculous, she's even got me into the whole scone or scone debate.

"No no it's great, you're from London, right? Where did you grow up? Your hometown?" He peers over the mic, she shuffles in her seat, hesitating before giving the vaguest answer, she's really closed off about her family and where she comes from... I've noticed she always changes the subject when we talk about it.

"Just central London really." She looks down at her shoes.

"Well we just heard your new song, it's great by the way, you're absolutely smashing it in the charts and you're already on a worldwide tour. All at twenty-one too! Well nearly twenty-two, a little birdy told us it's your birthday in a few weeks?" She giggles, it's her birthday soon?

"Yep, May twentieth, I'm starting to get old now!" She says smiling, fuck me, if she's old I must be ancient.

"Well, you don't look a day over eighteen." The host smirks, his eyes wandering up her body again, making her visibly uncomfortable. I cough directing his attention back to me.

"And Colton! It's so great to have you back! Tours doing great obviously and I think having Gigi on tour with you defiantly adds that extra..." He grows nervous under my hardening gaze, I contemplate what he's about to say,

" Well her music so raw and fresh it creates a big contrast to yours as it's not as... materialistic..." he blurts in a deep Spanish accent.

Whoa, what the fuck. Is this guy for real, what the fuck does he know anyway about music, sure he hits play on a few songs and talks shit about them but he's not bloody Beethoven! I grip the arms of my chair, my knuckles going white. My jaw tenses and I lean across the table ready to unleash my rage.

"What's that supposed to mean. Just because my music-" Suddenly I feel a hand on my knee, Gigi cuts in quickly.

"Materialistic's a strong word, probably not used in the right context here. Both our music is different, we write about different things and appeal to a whole range of different factors! Which makes it near impossible to compare! Colt wouldn't have made it as far as he has on just "Materialistic" stuff, there's a reason he has so many die-hard fans, he works so hard and produces good music that's far from materialistic! And you should hear the stuff he's working on at the moment, it's definitely not materialistic and is going to blow everyone's minds." She extends her hands in a wow motion which causes everyone in the studio to chuckle. I look down at her, she smiles up at me, giving my knee a squeeze.

It hurts. People don't see the person I am. They see the 'materialistic' me. I can sing all the songs the label want me too, never getting a chance to say what I want to and they will still pick holes in me, drag me through the mud. My whole personality and persona has been created, put together like a project over the last few years by people who don't care. They don't want me, they want Colton Jax. Batchelor hottie who sings about breaking girls hearts and having fun all the time. I am still a person. It still hurts. When I told Gigi I took the wrong road, it was when I started to believe that persona was me. I haven't been able to find the right road to bring me back to who I was and... I guess who I want to be again. God that sounds so fucking soppy.

The interview proceeds for fifteen minutes, Gigi's cheeks are glowing, she looks so happy and it's so adorable. I observe her, when she eventually moves her hand off my knee I miss the warmth of it being there, I spend most of the time sulking, still upset about what the host had said.

"Well, that concludes I'm afraid! It's been great talking to you both, thank you for coming in!" The radio host says.

"No thank you for having us!" Gigi smiles sweetly down the mic. Once a Spanish song starts playing and we're off-air I charge up from the chair and storm out of the studio, I can't stand being in there for another second, I'd lose all self-control and end up punching the smug Spanish bastard. I walk into one of the staff rooms and lean back against the wall resisting slamming my knuckles into the concrete walls surrounding me. The sound of heels clicking fills the room.

"Hey CJ, you okay?" Gigi leans against the doorway her arms crossed against her chest, a stand of honey highlighted hair curls down onto her breast. I resist staring.

"Fine," I reply bluntly, I don't want to be a dick but I can't help it. It's a defence mechanism, hide your feelings, don't look weak and no one can use them against you.

"Well, you're obviously not, sulky. Look Colt don't even pay any attention to what that guy said okay! It's bullshit and you know it is! You're so hardworking and a great musician Colton, everyone around you knows that!" She says taking a few steps closer to me, I keep my eyes trained on the floor.

"Is it! Is it really! You wouldn't understand Gigi, everyone loves you! You don't produce 'materialistic' stuff. I'm so fed up of people saying that, it's not like I have a fucking choice on what I put out! People see me as some asshole bachelor who has nothing to say for himself, well guess what-" Gigi comes up to me and grabs my arms,

"You're always going to have people that want to tear you down, take away everything you've worked for. They only succeed when you let them. You know who you are, I know who you are, Will knows who you are. The people who care about you know and soon the world will know too! You're going to show them, the songs you're writing have so much meaning and depth, they're not even going to know what hit them. Don't let them succeed, because if they do no one will ever get to see you." She rubs circles on my arm with her thumb, how does she do it? She knows exactly what to say, exactly how to calm me down? Just her touch alone is so soothing and warm.

"Now big-shot. Stop being an ass and let's go do something, we're in espaniol! Land of... the Spanish..." She squints at her own choice of sayings, "let's not waste the time we have off!" She pulls on my hand leading me out of the room.

I think back to the interview, re-running through what was said, the other thing that stuck out was-

"So your birthdays soon right?" I say slyly.

"Yes." She replies sceptically.

Perfect.

"Wow, this is beautiful," Gigi says from beside me, in awe.

I'm not a religious person in the slightest but this is quite breathtaking. Gigi has bought us to La Sagrada Familia and it was defiantly worth the thirty-minute cue she made me endure to get in. The church is lined with millions of pillars which hold up the high roofs, vibrant stained glass windows that add a beautiful touch to the structure and when the sun shines through them it casts a rainbow across the great echoey hall.

"Are you religious then?" I turn to Gigi whos eyes are still scanning the interior,

"My god no. Oh my god, I shouldn't say that in here" I chuckle at her sudden fluster, "Oh shit I said it again." She slaps herself in the face as I let out a deep laugh, her lack of filter is refreshing, to say the least.

"I don't think shit is much better," I say. She grunts as we start to walk around, dodging several hundred tourists all snapping pictures on smartphones or cameras.

Once we've finished in the church Gigi then leads me down a few roads taking in the cobblestone townhouses and cultural decorations until we reach a place called La Boqueria. Gigi squeals and grabs my hand pulling me into the large, dome-like entrance. The hustle and bustle of so many people is sending the five-foot shortcake Gigi flying in every which direction, I pull her into my side and place my arm around her dainty waist. She looks up at me and smiles gratefully. I feel her tug on my arm as she tries to walk over to one of the fruit stalls, the various colours creating a tropical paradise on a tablecloth covered market stall. Her eyes widen,

"Oh my gosh, Colt look at how big these strawberries are!" She picks up a punnet and smells them, her long eyelashes batting against the top of her blushed cheeks as she inhales the sweet scent. She hands over some cash to the woman behind the stall and shoves one in my face, I quickly accept before biting so far into the strawberry I pretend to bite her fingers, she squeals and thumps me in the chest.

"Strawberries are my absolute favourite fruit ever." She says with such passion, she bites on her bottom lip as it expands into a smile. Danm that's hot. She holds the punnet up to me again and we quickly finish it off, neither of us had time for breakfast this morning since the interview was so early.

"You know Strawberries are an aphrodisiac." I wink at her, squeezing her waist.

"Of course you would know that." She rolls her eyes back at me.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I stop with her in the middle of the market.

"Well, you know... you're kinda sex mad." She shrugs, I can feel her tense and her cheeks blush.

I know I have a bit of a reputation... fine a lot of a reputation but I actually haven't had sex with anyone since I got drunk that night with the crew and told Laycie to fuck off, of course, she's still overbearingly persistent but well it's actually been very quiet. I can't help but notice the little blush that crosses Gigi's face is very quickly deepening, this would be a missed opportunity if I didn't have some fun...

" Aw just because you don't get any Lastra, you don't need to slut-shame me It's not my fault I'm irresistible." She snaps her head up,

"I do get some... I mean I get loads, like tonnes and I'm not slut shamming! Be as sexually free as you please, nobody should be shammed!" She wiggles her finger in the air.

"Alright, when was the last time you actually got some?" I tease watching her fidget. " It has to have been before the tour started." She one hundred per cent has not had any since tour because I haven't seen her with anyone and we spend a lot of time together or around each other.

"It was umm... well it was..." She sighs, lowering her head but I can still see her flushed face, I raise my eyebrows at her, "Ugh, Fine! It was about... well it was... it was about a year ago." She shuffles her feet, lowering her voice, embarrassment written all over her face.

My face quickly drops, how the fuck has she not had some for a whole year, she's gorgeous, sexy and adorable. How can someone resist that? Hell, sometimes I struggle to resist that, from the first time I laid eyes on her in that skimpy uniform... well that's all I'm saying...

"What! How! You're sexy as, Giovanna, how hasn't someone..." She looks up at me, embarrassment lies deep in her eyes.

"Uh well... Uhm," I feel like there's a big story to this, we start to walk through the market again, " I got out of a... bad relationship about a year ago, I had no confidence, I didn't want to be around any man at all and I didn't want to go out, ever. I had no time either, since I worked two jobs, day and night and I had to look after my little brother." I can feel her waist moving quicker and quicker on my arm as she takes shorter breaths, I stop and cup her face, I can see she's trying to hold back tears. Her lip wobbles.

"Hey, look at me," She reluctantly brings her eyes up to mine, they're cold and distant, "What happened with this guy doll?" She shakes her head as a tear rolls down her cheek. I pull her into a hug, letting her breathing stabilise. Whatever this guy did obviously had a really big impact on her, I can feel her body trembling beneath my arms as she tries to stop her panic attack. I stroke her hair, focusing on her and only her in the bustling market, she smells of strawberries and coconut. A pang of anger shoots from inside me, the fact someone has hurt her makes my blood boil, I want to see her gorgeous smile. I feel bad for bringing it up now.

"You wanna go to the beach, I bet I can whoop your ass at beach volleyball." I nuzzle into her neck.

She lets out a little chuckle that vibrates through my chest. She looks up at me through glistening eyes,

"Can we invite all the crew and everyone?"

Oh for fucks sake. I groan causing her to giggle,

"Come on, you've been getting on with them so well recently."

It's true, since that party night, I've been getting on with them a lot more, Gigis and I always get lunch with them or she'll drag me down to her dance rehearsals. Some of them... are okay I guess.

"Would that make you happy?" She nods,

"Alright then let's stop back at the hotel." I huff making her giggle, we walk out of the market, my arm now tighter around her waist.

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