As much as I love this chapter, it makes me kinda sad knowing Chillary is never going to happen but oh well… I still enjoyed writing it. So, without further ado, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Feedback is always welcomed & appreciated (:
After a restless night and a lack of sleep, Hillary was extremely tired the following day, making coffee her new best friend. Often times in the morning, Charles would maker her coffee when she woke up, along with the rest of the band (but per Dave, he didn’t mean it to be anything for the rest of them). And again, today she was missing her morning coffee with Charles.
Sometimes when they would both get up before everyone else, Charles would make her coffee and they would sit at the small booth talking. Most of the time it was pointless conversation, but there were occasions on which they would talk about more serious things than finding new was of tormenting Dave, the previous night’s show, and the activities that were scheduled for later in their day.
Hillary fixed her coffee alone on the bus; she wasn’t sure where everyone else was. Their driver had parked the bus outside of the arena, in the middle of a parking lot, at some hour of the morning of which Hillary wasn’t sure. The trucks, now most likely unloaded of their contents, were encircling the buses to protect any crazy fans from finding them. With a glance at the clock, she saw it was 10:33 and immediately rushed to thrown on clothes for sound check, which took place in promptly twenty-seven minutes.
During sound check, she and Charles didn’t talk much, which left Dave awkwardly to the job of being the middleman. All three of them were equally as glad when sound check was over, but instantly began dreading their performance later in the evening. Luckily, it was easy for Hillary to escape the company of Charles and Dave because she always started getting ready two hours before the show, leaving her alone in her dressing room.
Somehow, the time span of two hours until the show shrunk quickly to only ten minutes. Ten minutes before the show always meant a final group warm up, meaning Hillary would see Charles.
It also meant Charles would see Hillary. It was no easy task to go nearly a whole day scarcely seeing her, especially since he knew exactly where her dressing room was. Hillary was the last to walk into the backstage area for warm ups, but Charles had always believed in saving the best for last. She looked stunning, as usual of course. Her hair was in its usual curly waves, cascading over her shoulders. She wore a simple black pair of pants paired with a purple sparkly top, along with a blazer. Charles also noted she was wearing her favorite black heels, the ones she had worn when they were filming the “Need You Now” music video.
The three of them proceeded to go through a few songs to warm up together, and Dave smartly decided to axe a run through of “Need You Now” because he claimed he was started to get exhausted of “playing the same song five times in a day continuously over the course of four months”.
Charles and Hillary dropped everything that had gone on last night and the past couple of weeks to put on the best “act” they could for the fans. For a while, they completely forgot anything was wrong between them… that was until their encore and “Need You Now”. The fans grew wild with the first four notes Dave played on the piano and the lights dimmed a glowing blue, making Hillary and Charles’ silhouettes appear from the darkness.
“I guess I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all…” they sang in unison.
“Yes, I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all…” Hillary sang to Charles, realizing this was indeed true.
“I just need you now,” they sang simultaneously as the crowd roared with applause and screams.
“Oh baby I need you now,” Charles finished, looking deep in Hillary’s eyes as he inched closer to her face until they were only a mere centimeter apart. The one centimeter was enough to send Hillary flying off stage, Charles running after her, and Dave confusedly following behind the both of them. Kelli caught Dave just before he followed them both into her dressing room.
Hillary had slammed the door behind her, but Charles proceeded to enter without knocking to find her in tears on the couch. Her knees were drawn up against her forehead, arms hugging her legs tightly.
“What do you want?” she asked bitterly as he sat down next to her, causing her head to jolt up.
“Why are you crying?”
“Why are you doing this to me, Charles. Why?” she asked as she wiped tears from the corners of her green eyes.
“What am I doing wrong, Hill? I don’t understand why you’ve run off stage like this the past two nights.”
“You know what? I’m the stupid one here. I should have never thought— it was so stupid of me. Gosh, why am I even getting myself so worked up about this? I can’t do this anymore, Charles. After we’re done with these last few shows, I need to take a break. I can’t keep letting myself think that you’re not acting when we’re on stage. I can’t keep telling myself that for a minute that I don’t believe it, because I do. Then when I ask you if you truly mean what you’re singing, you say that it’s only an act. And while I’m at it, it’s not an act to me but I understand if it’s an act to you. Gosh, I am so stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, Hills—” Charles started, but she leapt off the couch and started for the door, exchanging her boots for a pair of black flip-flops.
“Hillary!” he called after as she ran off down the tunnel. Then muttered to himself, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
“Hillary!” Charles called again, running out into the pouring rain. Luckily, he had slid his jacket on again after the show since he had grown cold waiting backstage for Hillary. His long running strides allowed him to catch up with her rather quickly. Positioning himself strategically in front of her so that she couldn’t get past worked in stopping her.
Through the heavily falling rain, Charles could see that she still was crying; her cheeks were mascara stained from the mix of the cold rain and salty tears. Strands of her hair were unevenly stuck to her face from the pounding of the rain. Even though she would have thought she looked like a mess, she was the most beautiful woman Charles had ever laid his eyes on.
And so, he smiled. But it wasn’t a mischievous or cheeky smile. It was a genuine smile of pure admiration and lovingness towards her. Hillary, however, was perplexed as to why anyone would be smiling in the middle of a desolate parking lot, rain pounding on his body, smiling brightly after he had just been in a fight with her.
“Why are you smiling?!” she demanded, wiping away some of the tears and water from her eyes. There was so much rain gathered on her face that she couldn’t even tell if she was crying. The way Charles was beaming at the sight of her, given the situation, almost made her want to laugh.
Charles’ face grew more serious, but his smile gradually diminished as he bit his bottom lip. “Because Hillary Dawn Scott, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I am not about to let you walk away from me.”
Hillary was taken aback by his answer, but she still was slightly mad at him. But taking a brave move, she inched closer to him, tilting her head up even further to look into his eyes. “And what if I do walk away from you?”
“Well, I’m not going to let you do that,” he said firmly, holding her eyes with his to reaffirm the truth in his words.
They both stayed quiet for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes.
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
“I wouldn’t stop you,” she whispered.
And with that, Charles took her answer as his queue. He leaned down to lessen the height difference between himself and Hillary and kissed her. Following the seconds after their lips broke from the initial kiss, their lips came crashing together again in an uncontainable, feverous frenzy. Charles cradled Hillary’s head in his hands while she wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging him closer.
Finally when their lips parted slowly for the last time, Charles rested his forehead against the top of Hillary’s head, nudging his nose against hers. “Hillary, I lied to you when I said ‘Need You Now’ was an act. It’s not an act… it’s never been an act,” he said softly.
“I’m glad,” she replied back in the same soft tone, resisting the urge to laugh a little by biting her lip.
“It’s a quarter after twelve, don’t wanna be by myself, and I need you now…” he sang to her.
She laughed at his play on the song. “I don’t want to be by myself either.”
“So why are we? When the world is telling two people to be together, they should listen.”
“I think they should listen, too.”
“Then I think we should officially be together,” Charles said.
“I’d like that,” Hillary smiled.
He smiled back at her. “I’d like that too.”
Hillary shook her head and laughed, which caused rain to shake off of her soaked body. “Look at us… two crazy people standing in the middle of the park lot, a late night in the middle of August, in the midst of a rainstorm.”
Charles shrugged off his jacket and draped it around Hillary’s shoulders. She pulled the jacket tight around her. “We do look a little ridiculous. Are you cold?” – Hillary nodded. — “Let’s get you inside to warm you up then. You have a change of clothes with you in the arena?”
“Mm-hmm,” she replied as they started running through the rain, laughing the whole way, to the shelter and warmth of the arena.
When the reached their dressing rooms, they had both dried off and shed their soaking clothes (much to Charles displeasure, in separate rooms, but he figured he shouldn’t be pushing his luck) before changing into a dry set. Hillary had put on a black pair of yoga pants and purple t-shirt and had thrown her still-wet hair up into a bun. She had also washed off the make up that the rain didn’t, which Charles found to be incredibly attractive. He had also changed into more casual clothing, or rather his typical after show outfit: grey sweatpants and black t-shirt that clung to his muscles.
Until the rain had cleared up, they had sat in Hillary’s dressing room on the couch much like Dave and Kelli did. And of course, Charles jumped at every opportunity to kiss her to make up for the lack of it over the last couple of years. He sat with his head leaned on the back of the couch as he looked at Hillary, who was resting her head like he was, with pure smugness. Kissing her had been the best spontaneous decision he had made, well, ever, because most of his spontaneous decisions didn’t end well… but this one did and that was all that mattered.
An hour after their venture inside, one of the last people left of their crew in the venue altered them that the rain had finally ceased. Charles happily walked with Hillary hugged against his body through the tunnels and across the parking lot. Thankfully, Mother Nature had done them both a favor by raining so no fans lingered. TMZ would have had fest if they had seen “Chillary”, as the press and fans dubbed them, visibly swooning over each other. Charles hoped no one was watching them from behind the comfort of the dark windows, otherwise, there would be some, or a lot, of explaining to do.
“Dave is probably filming this if he’s awake,” Charles joked, pulling Hillary in closer.
“For what? Blackmail?”
He laughed as they reached the door of the bus. Before he opened the door, he gave Hillary a quick kiss. “You never know with him.”
“Have you kissed every girl you’ve ever dated this much in one night after your first kiss?” she asked when he pulled away but was still in proximity to easily kiss her again in less than a second.
“Only you. I have a lot of time to make up for,” he said and met his lips with hers again.
“That, you do indeed.”
One last time, Charles kissed her again before opening the door to the bus for her. He ushered her in and shut the door behind them. Dave and Kelli were sitting cuddled on the couch— yet again— and from the looks of both their disheveled hair, they both clearly had taken advantage of their alone time. They both uneasily looked at each other when Charles and Hillary walked in, unsure of what to say.
Dave broke the silence. “Where have you guys been? It’s a quarter after one.”
“A little cheesy, don’t you think, Dave?” Charles laughed.
“More like very conveniently ironic,” he muttered to Kelli.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, Charles,” Dave said. “Nice job dodging the question, too. Where have you guys been?”
“Well, I can clearly tell where you two have been,” Charles said smoothly. He knew his remark would embarrass Dave, but he felt bad for making Kelli flush with chagrin. Hillary hit him playfully on the arm because of his untimely comment.
Kelli and Dave both turned a deep shade of red, matching the color of Dave’s piano. “And we know that you two kissed in the middle of the parking lot while it was raining and then ran back inside like two giddy children to do God knows what,” Dave blurted out in revenge, making Charles and Hillary’s faces match the color of his piano now.
When Kelli noticed Charles and Hillary stop abruptly in the middle of the parking lot, it had been as so:
“Dave! Come here!” Kelli said in a hushed whisper to her husband.
“Why are you whispering?” he asked her, pulling down his old UGA shirt over his head.
She pointed her finger out the window into the parking lot. “Look!”
“What is so special about an empty par— holy shit. Is that Charles and Hills?”
“Mm-hmm,” Kelli smiled.
“They’d be so pissed if they knew we were watching… Charles especially.”
“Well, I’m not telling anyone. It can be our little secret.”
“We could also used it as blackmail,” Dave schemed, reaching fro his phone on the arm of the couch.
“Dave!” she scolded. “Leave them be.”
“They never leave us be. And I’m calling it right now, they are totally going to kiss,” Dave declared.
“Charles is worse about leaving us alone, but he just intrudes to annoy you. Ahw, look! You call it right,” she said happily. “They are too cute together. This is such a moment from The Notebook. Remember that, Dave?”
He nodded as he watched out the window. Shortly after nodding in reply, he turned to Kelli and smiled. “Well, now that we finally don’t have any risk of Charles intruding on us because of his newfound occupancy regarding Hillary, we are at last alone.”
He leaned down to give her a kiss.
“So what shall we do then?”
“Considering we probably have some time,” Dave smirked. He lifted Kelli off the couch and started to carry her bridal-style to the back longue, smothering her with kisses along the way. “I think I have an idea.”
Kelli fully blamed her and Dave’s appearances on him because he had, after all, whisked her to the back of the bus, smothered her in kisses, and talked sweet things into her ear, which would make any girl completely melt. And so, it was fully Dave’s fault (and she realized it was also her fault for giving into his sweet talk, but she wouldn’t admit that to his face for obvious reasons).
“Fine. Now we’re even. And for your information, we did not spend our evening like you spent yours,” Charles spat back.
“And by the way, she called me over to watch,” Dave said, jabbing a finger at Kelli to point the blame.
“Way to throw your wife under the bus,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “You didn’t have to watch.”
“Okay, I think that’s enough for now,” Hillary chimed from behind Charles to break up the foreseen verbal brawl that was brewing between the three of them.
“In all seriousness though, are you two dating now?” Kelli asked cautiously.
Hillary looked up at Charles and gave him a look of confirmation. “We are, and I couldn’t be happier,” he smiled. He reached for Hillary’s hand and gave it a quick squeeze.
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“What do you mean you don’t know if you can do this anymore?” Charles asked, slightly confused by Hillary’s statement.
“I think after the tour is over, I need to take a break from Lady Antebellum— not permanently, just temporarily.”
Charles pursed his lips. “What does Dave think?”
“Ultimately, it’s my decision so does it really matter what Dave thinks?”
“If you really decide to take a break, I think you should at least notify Dave because I don’t really think he has the intent to become a duet with me.”
“Okay,” Hillary said, barely audible to Charles.
Charles got up from where he was sitting next to Hillary and walked to the front of the bus to find Dave. “We need to have a band discussion,” he informed Dave, who was still cradling Kelli in his arms.
“What now?” Dave sighed. “Is Hillary okay?”
“I guess so… or maybe not.”
“I’ll still be here when you get back,” Kelli said sweetly, giving Dave a quick kiss.
“You better,” he teased. Out of all the times for them to be adorable with each other, it was an inopportune time due to Charles’ state.
“So… what’s up? Dave asked Hillary, sitting down next to Charles on the black leather couch in the back longue. Dave had learned quickly that when Charles and Hillary were in the same room, it was in his best interest to not “third-wheel it”, as Charles had put it, by sitting between them.
While Hillary gave Dave an explanation, Charles stayed quiet. He couldn’t imagine Lady Antebellum becoming Lads Antebellum. As much as the women fans loved their lads, Lady Antebellum wasn’t Lady Antebellum without their lady. Their title would certainly be a misnomer if Hillary took a “temporary break”. Charles also would not enjoy a “temporary break” if Dave and Kelli were being as lovey-dovey as they were earlier.
“Why?” Charles heard Dave ask. He regained interest in their conversation when he heard the single word he hadn’t thought to ask Hillary.
Dave shrugged. “I’ve got all night.”
“Kelli’s waiting,” Charles reminded him.
“Oh… right. Can I have the shortened version then?”
“I don’t know if you would understand, Dave.”
“Wait, so then… ohhh. I’ll leave you two alone then…” Dave said, slinking out of the longue.
Charles turned to Hillary once he had left. “Am I missing something?”
Hillary finished off the last of the Jack Daniels in her glass and set it on the table off to the side. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“I guess not.”
“Can I ask you something and get a completely honest answer from you?”
“Of course,” he replied.
She took a sharp breath. “Is ’Need you Now’ an act to you?”
“Seeing as we aren’t together, yes. We have a responsibility to make it believable for the fans.” This, however, was a complete lie. It was also definitely not the truthful answer Hillary was looking for, and for that, Charles felt guilty as he watched her face fall. “Why?”
“I don’t know… It was stupid of me to think even for a second…” she muttered under her breath.
“Sorry to bother, but Hillary, you still have things in your dressing room that you need to remove… one of the crew guys just came by and gave a holler in the bus,” Dave said, opening the door. He shot Charles an I’m-sorry-for-interupting-your-romantic-moment-but-please-don’t-kill-me look.
“Okay, thanks,” she said, leaving past Dave, who was still standing in the doorway, to return to the arena. Lucky for her, the crowds had mostly dispersed. For the few fans still left waiting, Hillary signed and took pictures with them, faking a smile throughout the process, before returning to her dressing room in the arena.
After gathering her things, Hillary walked slowly back through the fluorescent-lit hallways with her cosmetic suitcase and travel bag in tow. There were nights when Charles would roll her bags out, being the typical southern gentleman he was. Tonight, obviously, was not one of those nights. She would walk next to Charles, smiling and talking about their show, and he would graciously open every door, still with her suitcase in tow. It was the chivalrous, sweet, and flirtatious Charles that Hillary missed at the moment.
Meanwhile back on the bus, after Dave had run off quickly after Hillary left the bus as not to earn a scolding from Charles, but Charles stayed in the longue. He ran his hands through his blonde hair, letting out a big sigh. Charles calmed himself before going to find Dave, who, as expected, was with Kelli. His feet were propped up on coffee table while Kelli sat perpendicular to him with her back resting against the arm of the couch, legs draping over Dave’s. His face was close hers while whispering something undoubtedly sweet in her ear. Charles’ presence was hardly known to the two lovebirds.
Charles cleared his throat to alert Dave and Kelli of his presence. Their faces moved further away from one another and their attention turned towards Charles. “Kelli, can I ask you a favor?”
She pushed a strand of her curled brown hair back behind her ear. “Of course.”
“Will you talk to Hillary for me?”
“Sure,” she shrugged. “About what?”
“Why she wants to take a temporary break from the band. Dave and I don’t want to become a duo. More importantly though, I don’t know if I did something wrong or what that’s causing her to be like this.”
Kelli kicked her legs off of Dave and she slid her feet into her ballet flats. “I’ll go find her. Don’t worry, Charles, everything will be resolved in time.”
“Need any help?” Kelli asked upon seeing Hillary struggling to roll her suitcase, carry her bag, jacket, drink, and open doors all at once.
“Thanks,” Hillary said gratefully as Kelli took her jacket and drink before opening the next door.
“Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“I think it’s pretty obvious to most everyone that you and Charles have a thing, right?”
“Maybe everyone but Charles,” Hillary sighed.
“Hillary, I don’t know what you see, but I know what he sees. He’s frustrated because he can’t get a read on you. He doesn’t know whether or not you want what he wants.”
“And what does he want?”
“He wants you. I’m sorry— that totally sounded kinda creepy.”
Hillary stopped and once Kelli realized she had, she did too. “Then why doesn’t he tell me himself?”
Kelli shrugged. “I don’t know… maybe he’s scared of getting rejected by you.”
“It’s just been so— I don’t even know. One second I think he wants me and the next second he’s off flirting with someone else. Then when we’re up on stage singing to each other, he seems to mean it. But when we get off stage, he’s never the same as he is on stage. I’m just tired of getting my hopes up that something is going to happen between us. I’m tired of getting crestfallen because reality never meets my expectations. More than anything right now, I just need a break from it all.”
“Shakespeare once said, ‘expectation is the root of all heartache,’” Kelli said. “You can’t really expect anything with Charles because of how spontaneous he is. If the moment is right, he’ll do whatever he wants. I know there will be the right moment that comes along and he’ll say exactly what you want to hear. But I do understand why you want a break, which is perfectly reasonable. Charles, however, I don’ think, does.”
“Well, Romeo better make his soliloquy soon before Juliet goes and runs off with Paris or somebody else,” Hillary muttered.
“Have you tried talking to him?” Kelli asked.
“Earlier he came in and asked me if I was okay, which I wasn’t but I said I was anyway. I kind of explained it to him, but he didn’t get that he’s the reason why I want to take some time off.”
“Maybe try talking to him again…”
“There’s no harm in trying,” Kelli smiled before they started walking back to the bus.
Along the walk, Kelli and Hillary fell to silence, which left Hillary some time to think. Maybe Kelli was right and Charles maybe did feel like he couldn’t get a read on her. But that couldn’t possibly be true because he was Charles Kelley and he wasn’t clueless about women. If anyone, Dave was the one who had no idea when it came to women, which was why everyone was shocked when they found out he had a girlfriend.
Stop thinking about Kelli and Dave and all their romantic mushy-gush because that makes you think you’re going to live alone forever, Hillary told herself mentally. Think about Charles Kelley. Only Charles Kelley, which you do ninety percent of the time anyway so why is it so hard for you right now? Gosh, Hillary, you are so darn distractible sometimes.
Charles Kelley. Charles Kelley. Charles Kelley. His name sounded wonderful in her head and even more so when the two words escaped from his own lips. And his lips. There wasn’t day that went by that Hillary didn’t think what it would be like to kiss those lips. She had always loved men with a little scruff, and Charles Kelley’s scruff was just downright sexy; he was certainly no exception to that. His eyes too. In short, they were faultless and if you gazed into them for too long, you could effortlessly get lost in the dreaminess of them. And then his hair. There also wasn’t day where Hillary didn’t wonder what it would be like to kiss him and run her hands through his soft blonde tresses.
Hillary had vaguely figured out why he was undoubtedly so remarkably striking to everyone. Basically, his face was perfectly engineered by none other than God himself to be the most beautiful human being on the planet Earth. And because God already loved the perfect face he had bestowed upon his creation, he decided he might as well give him an exquisitely muscular and lean body. Then because he wanted to make him even more perfect, God then decided that he must be bestowed with the ability to make any woman melt by singing one line from a song. Then one fine day in September, his parents were graced with the presence of a beautiful little cherub boy who grew up to the modern form of Jesus or something. If that wasn’t how it went down, Hillary was skeptical that genetics just magically worked their way out to get the most perfect combination of traits from both of his stunning parents.
When it came down to it, he was truly perfect, although Charles would surely argue that he wasn’t in the least. His face, his voice, and his body were specifically designed to captivate women everywhere, including Hillary herself. On the occasions when she would she Charles shirtless (which was usually only when they went with the band to the beach or someone had a pool party on a day off), Hillary had to keep herself from gaping at his perfect sculpted chest and arms. She also had to keep her composure when he sang sometimes because it sometimes felt like he was trying to slowly kill her on purpose.
But she was frustrated with him in the first place so why was she wistfully musing over how perfect he was? Because he was not perfect otherwise he would have recognized that she was frustrated with him. But he totally was perfect… she just wouldn’t let herself admit it (verbally because mentally she thought it twenty-four seven).
Upon returning to the bus, she breezed right past where Charles was sitting with Slim, Dennis, Matt, and Dave in the front of the bus. She found her favorite cheetah satin pajamas and slipped into them, then into bed with her laptop. Her usual right routine consisted of checking Twitter, her email, and Facebook. Facebook and Twitter were neglected tonight once she opened an email from her sister, Rylee.
Fourteen years younger, most anything that Rylee did would brighten the worst of days, no matter how bad it had been. Today had been one of those days. So as she read the email fromRylee, she forgot about Charles for just a little bit.
I miss you lots but I hope you’re having fun on the road with Charles and Dave and the band. Mommy said that I could come to see you soon if that’s okay with you. Maybe we can have another movie day or get manicures again. Or we can have a Justin Bieber dance party like we had last time because I had a lot of fun with that (:
I don’t want to go to school in a few weeks because I don’t know anyone in my class. I went to go get school supplies today and Mommy let me get pink sparkle folders and notebooks and pencils! They’re so cool and I wish you could see them! I also got a Justin Bieber folder too and I love it obviously! I just don’t want to get treated special and make friends because you’re my big sister. Sometimes it’s hard for me but I still love you as my big sister Hillsy! You’re the best big sister in the world <333333 I wish everybody could be like you because you’re so awesome and amazing (:
Anyway, Mommy is telling me to go to bed because it’s late and I have my first day of camp tomorrow and I’m soooo excited! There’s a boy I like in my group but shhh don’t tell Mommy! His name is James and he is very nice. Maybe you can meet him sometime when you come to visit. Mommy and Daddy say hi and they hope your show went well tonight! I hope you had fun and I know you sang awesome Big Sis! I miss you lots and come home soon! (PS: Say hi to Dave and Charles and the band for me!!)
Little Sis aka Rylee xoxoxox
Normally, Hillary would have responded instantly to her sister but she fell asleep with her laptop beside her after reading Rylee’s email. Someone must have come to check to make sure she was all right in the middle of the night because when she woke up at four in the morning, her laptop was no longer beside her. Most likely, it had been Dave; he was known to do that for her since she notoriously fell asleep with her electronics in her bunk.
Falling back asleep, she drifted off into an apparent dreamless sleep, that was until she had a dream that spurred from what seemed to be nowhere about her and Charles. She had run off stage in the dream, just like she had that night, but instead of running to the bus, she ran to find Charles. When she found Charles, they kissed and then the dream became more graphic. And then while in the midst of things, Dave decided to walk in wearing nothing but a speedo, which was when Hillary woke up with a shudder.
Dear goodness, Hillary, why are you dreaming things like this? Charles is understandable but if I ever see that much of Dave, I think I may need to give Kelli a talking to… okay, stop thinking about him. Now I’m never going to get that image out of my head… scarred for life by Dave Haywood. Thanks, brain, she thought to herself as she swallowed a NeuroSleep and a swig of water, finally putting her restless mind to sleep for the night for good.
This is the first of a to-be-determined amount of chapters of my Chillary fan fic so I hope you enjoy! Feed back is always welcomed (:
There was something about the way that Charles Kelley sang the chorus of their smash hit “Need You Now” that sent Hillary Scott walking off stage rather abruptly. Now on their second leg of their tour, the undeniable chemistry between the two of them had heated up a considerable amount. This night, in particular, the way Charles had truthfully sang her the words was almost too much. Why exactly it over-whelmed her, Hillary didn’t know.
She and Charles had a history of flirting relentlessly with each other. But as Dave pointed out nearly every time he was presented with the chance, there was a difference between flirting and flirting. As true as it was, Hillary sometimes didn’t know whether or not Charles was putting more emotion into the song than usual for the fans or for her. It was the constant guessing and speculations that sent her off stage in a frenzy, the surroundings blurring around her until she reached the comfort of the tour bus.
It was quiet without Charles, Dave, and the rest of the band chattering loudly about the show among other things, which provided the perfect atmosphere to clear her head. The half empty bottle of Jack Daniels sitting on the counter also would aide in clearing her head. Finding an empty glass, she poured herself some of the contents of the bottle, making sure to leave some for when she would need it later.
“Have you seen Hillary?” Charles asked Dave while he started removing his mic pack from the back of his jeans. The last he had seen of Hillary was her running off stage. As to why she did, he hadn’t a clue.
It took Dave a few seconds to respond due to him handing off his own mic pack to their sound guy. “I saw her rush off the stage after ‘Need You Now’ ended but I haven’t seen her since. She seemed kind of upset.”
“Yeah…” Dave replied slowly, afraid he had said too much. “Did something happen between you two?”
“I mean, unless I’m completely oblivious to everything, no.”
“Maybe she has food poisoning or something,” Dave shrugged. “That would surely send me running off stage. However, I’m kind of highly doubting that was why.”
“Well, that’s a real help, buddy.”
“Just trying to lighten the mood. Did you look in her dressing room?”
“Considering I’ve been with you since we went on stage at eight, I haven’t exactly gotten that chance,” Charles sighed.
Dave yawned, stretching his arms out behind him. “Sorry. I’m just really tired. All this touring is starting to catch up with me. I’ll leave you to your searching and I’m going to search for Kelli.”
Out of the three of them, Hillary and Charles never imagined that Dave would be the first to get married. Seeing how incredibly happy Dave was with Kelli sometimes caused Charles to grow slightly envious of him. Charles loved how sweet and understanding Kelli was though. Instantly upon seeing him, she would know if something had been bothering him and would always be willing to listen to whatever was on his mind.
After checking in the dressing room for Hillary and finding it vacant, Charles decided that the only other place Hillary could be was their tour bus. Walking through the tunnels that lead to the outside of the arena, Charles was greeted by a mob of fans crowded near the opening of the tunnel. Security was doing their best attempts to push the crowd of screaming and shrieking girls back to keep them behind the metal barriers. But when they caught a glimpse of the six-foot-six blonde emerging into the darkness of the night, the noise level increased dramatically. Charles heard the members of the crowd fanatically screaming his name at the top of their lungs, thrusting merchandise towards him to be signed.
While he recognized that the fans were why Lady Antebellum was as successful as they were, there were times when he just wanted to pass them by and go curl up in his bunk. TMZ for sure would write something along the lines of “Charles Kelley is Rude to Fans After Lady Antebellum’s Concert in New York” as a headline the next morning if he didn’t acknowledge the mob’s presence and start signing. He half-hearted smiled in numerous pictures with fans and absent-mindedly signed countless pictures of himself and the band. Each picture of the trio he saw and signed reminded him of why he had even come out when there were still so many people lingering.
Until the crowd had started to disperse, Charles had stayed outside with the fans, constantly thinking of Hillary’s disappearance. Once he saw Dennis and Slim start walking towards the bus, he quickly waved goodbye to the crowd and walked in stride with them to the bus.
Somehow Dave and Kelli had managed to get by him and the crowd and were now snuggled next to each other on the leather couch. Without saying a word, Dave acknowledged Charles’ course of action and pointed towards the longue in the back of the bus. Charles nodded a ‘thanks’ to Dave and started towards the longue.
The door that separated the longue from the bunks was slid shut, which Charles realized probably was a sign that Hillary wanted to be alone. He knocked softly on the door. “Hillary? It’s Charles.”
She didn’t answer.
“Is everything okay?”
“I’m fine,” she responded through the door, but her voice indicated otherwise.
“Can I come in?”
Hillary slid the door open slowly but didn’t look at Charles. He followed her to where she sat on one of the couches. She picked her drink back up and whisked it around in the glass before taking a swig of the honey colored liquid.
“You walked off stage pretty quickly after ‘Need You Now’ so I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay. Is something wrong?”
“No,” she said quietly.
“That’s a lie and you know it,” Charles retorted. “What’s wrong?”
Hillary took a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Charles.”