My heart beat wildly in my chest and I stared at Cara in shock.

"You could make good money from it. You don't need to do anything else just give permission to use the footage they've already got." She explained calmly.

How could she be so calm? I wrapped my arms around myself, "And I won't have to be filmed again?"

"Not if you don't want to."

"Ok," I said, my tone uncertain.

"Great," she clapped her hands together, "Give me a moment and I'll negotiate a contract for you."

She skipped back over to the camera crew, clearly in her element as she prepared to negotiate on my behalf.

I kept my head down and shifted from one foot to the other. I was overwhelmed, my body still reacting to his presence and my skin flushed so it was obvious for all the world to see. I grabbed my phone and typed in the band name. The top image was of them on stage, sweat shining on their skin. A bra swung, caught on the guitar of one of the guys.

You could feel their energy. The heat and atmosphere under the pulsing lights should have seemed alien but they looked more at home there than stood in this library. I could understand why people threw their underwear at them. Hell, I would have thrown an entire laundry basket full at him if I could when he was singing to me.

I took a steadying breath. This was not how I had imagined this day going. I felt like my sheltered little life in my bubble had been popped and the world was louder and more intense than it had been before.

I dared to sneak a peak at them all again. Cara was still deep in conversation, her hands waving around as she spoke. Victoria look equally animated in her response.

He was looking directly at me and I suddenly realised I didn't even know his name.

'Pull yourself together' I scolded myself. This was not the time to lose my head over a guy.

I had been burned before, with my first crush. Nate was the year above me and he had it all, brains, looks, sporting star and he wanted to go on a date with me. I was thrilled. Until his mates turned up to take photos of me stood waiting for him. I waited for nearly an hour before I accepted he wasn't coming. Those photos of me waiting made it round the school the next day and whilst the laughter faded, that sting of betrayal went a lot deeper.

That night I promised myself I'd never let my heart be hurt like that again. Then Nanna needed me and I was able to lose myself in her care and my books.

This guy would definitely hurt me. I could see it in his cocksure smile and eyes I could drown in.

"Hey," a soft voice jolted me out of my internal meltdown.

I looked up into the cause of all my troubles. He gave a sheepish smile, hands in his pockets and rocking back on his feet like a naughty school boy. He took a deep breath and then stuck his hand out, "So I'm Elliott. Nice to meet you."

I stared at his hand a second before shaking it gingerly. My palm was sweating but he didn't react or wipe his hand on himself like I expected. "Phoebe." I offered as a response.

The silence that followed stretched awkwardly. "So I can see that our little scene embarrassed you and I wanted to say sorry." He rubbed the back of his head as he spoke.

He sounded sincere but the audience of cameras and band members made it a little difficult to judge. "S'okay." I mumbled.

"It's not really though," he said earnestly, "I forget that some people aren't used to this kind of world and acting like this."

Acting? I felt my heart sink a little. Of course, it was all an act for the camera.

"It's ok, really. I know you're probably used to fans being brokenhearted about your losing interest in them, but I'm not a fan." I shrugged, "And it's not going to ruin my day." I said with bravado I didn't feel.

He blinked and I wondered if I had overdone it on the dismissing him.

Before he could formulate a response, Cara was back. "That's all agreed now hun. They're going to print it and get you to sign it before they leave today."

Not giving me a chance to change my mind. Cara was good and she knew me too well. I rolled my eyes, letting her know I was onto her.

"The footage is great." The director strutted back over, his flip flops slapping loudly on the wooden floors and his little ponytail swaying with the movement. "Are you sure we can't try one more angle?' he pouted.

Elliot groaned loudly, "Urgh, no, I'm done. Get the others to pose for you now." He slumped dramatically against the wall and shot me a wink.

The director huffed and turned, storming back to his crew muttering something that sounded suspiciously like 'never work with rockstars'.

We watched him leave in silence and then Elliott turned back, glancing between me and Cara before cracking one of his customary smiles. It wasn't a proper one as it didn't quite reach his eyes. It was too smooth, too polished. A fan smile? Was that a thing with him? Did I care?

Maybe a little.

"So," he said, looking me in the eye with the same heart melting intensity he had during the song.

"I'll leave you young'uns to it." Cara laughed backing away.

"N-no it's ok. You can stay." I said a little too quickly.

"Pheebs, just relax. A little fun never killed anyone." She retreated quickly before I could react.

I gave her a dark look thinking of all the fun but dangerous things I could list but didn't for fear of looking like a total nutcase. I took a deep breath, "I have work to do. Did you need something?" my voice came up a lot smaller than anticipated and he leaned in to hear me.

"All work and no play makes Phoebe a dull girl." He chucked, brushing a tendril of hair back from my face.

How did he make that sound so dirty? My mind swirled with retorts but none of them coherent enough to say aloud. "I...fun?"

My face burned, what was that? "Oh I'm sure you are love. Don't worry that happens more often than you might think." He laughed.

"W-what?"

"The struggling to speak. I'm used to it. I even respond to squeals and crying now."

He said it so casually it almost didn't register. "I'm not one of your fan girls." I snapped a little outraged to be dropped in that category, "I haven't even heard any of your music."

"I'm hurt love. After I just serenaded you too." He blinked those thick dark lashes, looking anything but hurt.

I huffed, "I wouldn't call that serenaded, I'm pretty sure it was harassment."

He fully laughed at that, "Love, you could have walked away. In fact, at one point I'm pretty sure you were coming at me. Want to re-watch the footage and check for yourself?" he raised an eyebrow.

"No thanks, I don't want to re-live that." Embarrassment burned through my cheeks.

"The lads said it was really hot." He said throwing me a wicked look.

"Anything with you in would be." It slipped out before I could stop it but my hand immediately shot up to cover my mouth.

The smile playing on his lips grew, "You think I'm hot?"

I took a moment to formulate my answer before speaking, "You know you are. It doesn't mean anything."

"You're not so bad yourself doll." His eyes swept over me and I had to clutch the table behind me to keep from making a fool of myself.

When I didn't immediately respond he took that as encouragement to continue, "We could-"

"No thank you." I cut him off before he could complete the sentence.

He cocked his head to one side, "You don't even know what I was going to ask."

"Anything that starts with "we" isn't happening." I told him as firmly as I could.

He looked intrigued at the challenge I presented him with. I didn't want to be a challenge. I just didn't want to be anything to him. Another broken heart was not on the cards. I had other things I needed to worry about. "Are you sure love?"

His tone deepened to a seductive level and I barely restrained the shiver of delight it sent through me. "Positive." I said, my voice steadier than my nerves as I span on my heel and headed for the door.

I needed air. I needed a break. I needed him to stop before something happened that we would both regret.