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The James Marriott gig had just concluded, and saying it was incredible would be an understatement. The show was possibly the best night of your life, and it still wasn't over.
You were waiting in line for the meet and greet with your friend, In which you currently live with; (considering you are basically an orphan right now) The acoustic California Rain performance had concluded about 40 minutes ago, so James should be out soon.
Not many other people were waiting, only about 7 or 8 other people were still here at this point.
A couple minutes later, James left the stage door, and greeted everyone with a smile, signing merch, recieving bracelets and taking selfies.
You and your friend were last in the line, and James smiled at both of you as you walked over. "Hello!"
"Hi!! It's so cool to meet you!" Your friend replied, smiling back at him and taking a selfie with him.
You pass him a piece of merch you got at the merch stand, and he signs it for you.
"Anything else either of you wanted?" James asks, passing the merch back to you.
You sigh. "Yeah, well... this is kind of weird, but I needed to talk to someone about something."
James looks at you, a mix of curiousity and concern on his face. "Go ahead?"
Another sigh. "Well... my life has been pretty hard lately, I'm basically an orphan right now because my mother left me last year and then my dad died... so I live with them. But I can't stay with them forever." You say, gesturing towards your friend.
James' expression moves to a mix of sadness and concern. "I'm sorry about that. That really sucks..." He says, looking away with a sigh, before turning back to you and saying something, almost as if he couldn't stop the words from exiting his mouth.
"Did you want to come live with me?" James blurts out, before his face turns a light shade of red, like he instantly regretted asking that.
"I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to make that sound weird- I'm just worried for you, you don't deserve to live like that. You deserve a home."
You look up at James, processing everything he just said. "Are- Are you serious?"
"...Yes, and- I'm not forcing you! I just thought I'd offer!" James replies, his voice still laced with panic.
"Uh- Yeah, I'd love to."
James breathes out, his panic escaping him as he smiles. "Im so glad you didn't take that the wrong way..." he mutters.
Your friend looks over at you, giving you a quick smile. "Well... I've got to go catch the train back home. I'll miss you so much!" They say, pulling you into a hug.
"I promise this won't be the last time you'll see me, yeah? I'll make sure of it."
They nod, hugging you for a bit longer before waving you and James goodbye and walking to the train station.
You were now backstage with James, helping him and the crew clean up.
James looked over at you as he finished putting his guitar in its case.
"...Do you have a house key on you? Like... one for your dads place?"
"Yeah I do, I have to go there pretty frequently to pick stuff up. Why?"
"Well... I was thinking after this we could go pick everything up from your room?"
You look up at him with a smile. "Yeah, sounds good."
It was now around 1AM, and you had just gotten back to James' house, and you were unpacking everything and putting it in the guest room that James has, thats now basically just considered your bedroom. You set up your desk, put pillows on the daybed that James already had in the guest room, put some posters up, and put your clothes away.
You still werent 100% done, but your room was atleast... liveable.
James knocked on your door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah!"
James opens the door, looking around the room for a second before looking back at you. "I'm going to head to bed, okay? I'm seeing Will tomorrow, so I might not be here when you wake up. Can you take care of Otto while I'm gone?"
You nod, and James says a quick 'goodnight' before closing your bedroom door behind him.