Should I tell dad? I should. But what should I tell him?

Oh Merlin's Beard, help me God!

It so happened that I did agree to write lyrics for Weston. How could I not? I lost the bet. He was happy about it is an understatement. He went as far was planting a light kiss on my forehead and left me stunned and speechless in the ice cream shop.

Oh did I tell you, he practically ate half my half ice-cream.

But now I had to tell dad. Not only as a father, he should be informed as LEE's owner since he had Weston in contract with him.

What if he doesn't like my lyrics? He had never really been appreciating kind of parent.

I kept dancing , practicing alone for the video an hour before everyone else. It was Sunday and it had been two days since I agreed to write lyrics for him. It confused me, he has never even seen my songs why would he want me to write songs for him?

Was it some kind of challenge, again, to see if the girl who insulted his songs could actually write herself?

"Hey Elise, you are too early." Jessica entered the dance studio.

"I needed to calm myself."

"Weston Hamilton will not be joining us today. His manager called to inform us he is not well." Jessica told be in a offhanded tone.

"WHAT? What happened? Something serious?" I asked immediately filled with worry.

And then I realised, he was a super star and my reaction was bit too much for him.

"I didn't ask, maybe you can." She said with a knowing grin.

"I am sure its nothing." I said feeling my heart sink to depths of ocean.

Suddenly I was feeling very uneasy and all my energy and calm built through dance was gone. Weston was sick.

He is a rich guy, he will be taken care of Stuart, relax.

"You can leave if you like." Jessica said in an amused tone.

I didn't need further permission. I ran out of the company.

"Elise." Dad called out as I stepped out of the elevator.

Crap.

"Weston called me on Friday evening, he wants you to write a song for his album." Dad was frowning in confusion.

Of course, he didn't know that I write lyrics. I never had the courage to tell anyone, not even Leah. But this stranger yet comforting music star knows.

"Umm... Can we talk about it later dad. It is a long story." I said my mind worried shit for Weston.

"Okay, we will talk at home then." He said eyeing me suspiciously.

"See ya later dad!" I yelled running away from him.

Now I have to deal with double tension.

***

God I am such a loser. I went as far as asking Juan to find out Weston's address and now I was standing in front of his large iron black gate. I mean what the fuck? His whole house was made of glass anyway, what did the iron door did.

A straight path led to his house door and on the either side of the path was a beautiful garden. Two girls were watering the flowers but they ignored me probably used to girls coming in and out of this players house.

Elise, why are you here?

To see if he is fine, that's it and then I will leave.

I rang the door bell and a man in mid thirties opened the door.

"Yes, miss how can I help you?" He asked.

Thank God, I was LEE's owner's daughter and got the pass through security people. I just realised how big of a star I was betting with, he had security to protect him from weird fans and stalking girls.

"Um, I am here to behalf of LEE and wanted to discuss something about Mr Hamilton's contract." I lied with conviction.

He eyes my denim shorts and avengers tee outfit not buying my story. Who would wear this on a official meeting?

"Come in Ma'am, but I am afraid Mr . Hamilton will not see you today. His father is out for some business." He said with a kind smile.

"Oh, but I just need to –to give him these documents and then I will leave." I said uncertainly.

I didn't realise that in my hyper state, getting in with LEE badge was easy but going to see Weston in his own house was hard.

"I will give it to him." He said with a extended hand.

"I am sorry, my father instructed that it will only be handed to Mr. Hamilton." I said repeating a line from probably some mystery movie.

What am I doing?

The butler eyed me for a moment as if considering something.

Then he took out a intercom said, "Melissa, is West awake?" He asked.

Melissa must have said yes because he nodded and asked me to follow him.

"Does Mr. Hamilton know that you will be coming?" He asked in a disapproving tone.

He cared for Weston and I felt glad.

"I am here to check up on him, I am also a friend." I said finally trying to get his disapproving gaze away from me.

"A friend? He never had any friends home before."

"Maybe because his personality sucks." I grumbled and I bit my tongue as soon as I did.

But the butler laughed out loud.

"That it does, he is arrogant." The butler agreed.

The house was nice, painted completed sky blue and silver in contrast. But it was not Weston at all. As we climbed up and crossed a corridor, the butler nodded to a maid in front of a door.Probably his room.

"You can go in now Miss." He said.

"Elise , my name is Elise." I said and he gave his wrinkled smile.

"Arthur." He said and clicked opened the door for me.

The door opened and Arthur closed it behind me. I expected something extravagant , matching his status but it was a normal boy room. It was messy, had musical instruments, band posters, super hero posters, bikini clad models here and there.

Multiple clothes were scattered on his floor and it was clear, the room had not been cleaned for a day or two. On the huge bed in the centre were scrambled sheets but no Weston. So I took my chance to explore his room. But the thing caught my eye first was a guitar, not electrical, just plain old guitar which was made of wood and seem to be a bit out of age.

I went to it and contemplated on the thought whether to touch it or not.

"You can touch it Stuart." Familiar voice said over my shoulder.

My breathing hitched.

I turned to find a really sick looking Weston. His eyes were puffy and red, he was flushed and looked tired. Without even thinking twice my hands reached to his forehead and he was shocked at my action.

But I was more shocked at his temperature. He was burning.

"Hamilton, you are hot." I said and winced mentally at my word play.

He smirked despite his bad condition.

"You finally accept it Stuart, took you long enough." He said with a thick voice.

Is it possible to sound sexy with cold and cough? Well, for Weston it was.

"Please lay down Hamilton, I don't think your fans want you to die." I tried to sound all sarcastic but I was worried.

I practically had to drag him to the bed.

"I thought this day would never come when you will take me to bed." He said with amusement.

I rolled my eyes at him.

"How did this happen?" I said looking at him with concern.

His eyes softened and looked at me with questions.

"Ah! I am over-worked I think or maybe I caught a flu." He said in a worn out tone.

"Why are you alone?" I asked pushing him by his shoulder to lay him down.

"Because that is how I am, I am alone." His voice was filled with pain and it was not because he was sick.

Elise don't get senti, don't get senti.

"Well now you are not and I am going to torture you more." I said and picked up the intercom next to his bed.

"Umm..Arthur, please get me ice water and few towels."

"Sure, Elise." He answered sounding amused.

"You are first name basis with my staff now?" He asked amused as well.

I shrugged lightly to answer his question.

"Now Hamilton, I advise if you don't want me to kick your balls then lie down on the bed while we try to make you less hot." I chirped trying to bring up his mood.

He smiled at me.

"Because of you I missed my dance practice." I said with a fake glare.

"Why are you here Stuart?"He asked looking at me with intensity.

I gulped and looked at him, I should have looked away but my eyes was stuck, my mind was stuck.

Why was I here?

"Why are you here?" He asked his eyes not leaving my face.

"Why do you think?" I avoided question with a question.

"As far as you know you are the only one that hate me." There was no humour in his tone.

"I don't hate you Hamilton." I said more softly than intended.

His eyebrow went up as if this surprised him.

There was knock on the door interrupting the awkward moment and it felt that I could breathe again.

Melissa walked in with a bowl of ice cold water and white fluff towels. I got up and took it from her, with a small smile she left the place.

"Now lie down Hamilton, we have to get your fever down." I said and thankfully he obeyed.

All the while I kept the towel on his head and replaced it in utter silence; his eyes never left my face.

"I know, I know Hamilton I am no less than Aphrodite but could you please stop staring." I tried to joke but my breath came out heavy.

He chuckled sounding energy less. And that moment I felt the heartache, he looked so tired and lacked the usual lustre in this eyes.

My hands reached out to own its own accord and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and sighed at my touch. A small smile played on his lips.

"Your temperature is getting better. Why would you stay this way? I am sure Arthur would have done this but no you choose to be a brat. And you were suffering from such a high fever. Good thing Jessica told me or else you would been a rebel for God knows how long.

You are star Hamilton, you have responsibilities." I rambled on and he listened to me with an amused smile.

"You care for me." He said in a soft tone with an edge of surprise.

"Of course I care for you...What?" I just said out the truth not intending to do so.

"My mom died when I was six, brain tumour. My dad is –is the big business man who saw that his son could sing and decided to make it a business." He laughed a humourless laugh.

"He loves me, I think he does but he never shows it. I am more a money maker than a son to him. And now I am left with few maids and servants. As you might have noticed I don't have many friends. Well, I did but it turned out they were more followers than friends." He said with bitterness.

And then I realised, he was a star, he was loved by his fans but he was alone and this was destroying him , from within. But why was he telling me all this?

So I answered his earlier question , you care for me, truthfully and not as a mistake or ramble.

"I care for you." I said holding his hand.

"Yeah, you must, that is why you are writing lyrics for me." He said now his sad smile replaced by a happy one.

"That you forced me into." I replied sticking out my tongue at him.

"What is the file in your hand?" He asked.

"Ah, nothing, my song collection I wanted to look over and also fake contract to get me inside." I told him sheepishly.

"So you came in , wearing this and told them you are here for contract meeting." He said coughing a bit.

"I am not Neal Caffrey, okay."

"But you are equally sexy." He answered with a light shoulder shrug.

"You find Neal Caffrey sexy?" I grinned.

"Girls do and I find you sexy." He said with a flirty smile.

"And you find every girl even moderately good looking sexy so that doesn't count."

"Well that is kind of true." He said and I glared at him.

I checked his fever as the water was no more cold enough.

"You are just finding reasons to touch me Stuart, not that I mind." He said closing his eyes every time I touched him.

"Your fever has gone down, but you still need rest. I will go down and bring some medicine and food for you." I said getting up and ignoring his perverted comment.

But his warm hands snared around my wrist and a tight knot formed in my gut.

"What now Hamilton?" I tried to sound tired.

"Thank you Stuart." He said softly.

God, this guy looked really handsome when he was down with fever. I had it bad for him.

"You owe me one Hamilton." I said with a chuckle.

"I think I do."

His words surprised me, he was not at all arrogant or cocky. He said it like he meant it.

I went downstairs and asked Arthur for some medicines. He looked shocked.

"What?" I asked.

"Usually when he his sick he doesn't allow anyone in his room. And he hates medicines." Arthur said.

"Well, I am not anyone. I am his girlfriend." I said putting my revenge in action.

What? He was ill and now that I was here to see that he is taken care off, I wanted to have my revenge. If my family knew he was my boyfriend, his family should know too.

"I presumed that much Elise, he would not allow any other person unless he loves them enough to see him in this weak condition."

What? What did he just say? I was just joking.

Why was Weston so anti care and yet arrogant? He had fans, love of the world with him, no one criticized him but still he was unhappy. He was in pain and yet I wanted to know the reason behind that pain. It was much more than him having daddy issues.

My father wasn't the father of the year exactly but I lived. You have friends and an awesome sister.

Arthur got me the medicines after a few minutes and I took them upstairs.As I opened the door I saw Weston was on the phone and he was frowning.

I was about to step back but he gestured for me to stop.

Dad, he mouthed and I nodded in understanding. I filled a glass of water for him and sat beside him. If I told my friends, I was sitting in Weston marc Hamilton's room, on his bed, nursing him. I stifled a giggle and waited for Weston to end the call.

"That was my dad calling in to see how I am. He might be on his way now Stuart, you need to leave if you don't need his scrutiny." He said almost stumbling out of bed.

Arthur was right, he did not want anyone to see him weak, even his father.

"I will dress up quickly and maybe I will tell him I did went to the practice today." He was already searching for a new t shirt.

I averted my eyes as he changed his tee.

"Now my driver will drop you and I will call you later. Dad will freak out if he saw you here." He said in a thick voice.

He had bad cough and cold case and as soon as he started to walk, he almost lost his balance. I instantly gripped his upper arm and steadied him.

"Weston Marc Hamilton, sit on the bed right now or I am going to kick you so hard that you will not be able to sit for a week. And let your dad come, half your staff already know that I am your girlfriend." I said yelling at him sternly.

His first reaction was shock, then surprise, then amusement and finally annoyed as he registered the last sentence I said.

"Fuck! What did you just say?" He asked with a frown.

I pulled him back to bed and he did refuse.

"I told Arthur that I am your girlfriend, dumbass." I said with a triumphant grin.

"Why?" He looked bewildered.

"That was my revenge Hamilton. And now back to bed, you have no energy to be strong in front of your father. Let me handle him for today." I said putting medicine in his mouth.

He took it in without much trouble and drank the water.

"Yeah, yeah Mr. Superstar you can plan your revenge later and be all angry for now just try to relax." I said patting his shoulder.

"My father is scary Stuart." He said with a small smile.

He was not annoyed.

"More than joker?" I joked getting a little worried now.

I can't even handle my own father.

"Close enough." He played along the joke.

"Then I am Batman." I said with a hint of dramatics.

"And Batman happens to be my favourite super-hero."

Those were just words, he just it with so much seriousness that I was sure it had some meaning to them.

"West, Mr. Hamilton is here." Arthur said over the intercom.

Weston sighed and looked at me.

"Time for some action Hamilton, you don't move from here. If he wants to see his sick son he will walk up here. I should complete my revenge and like my family thinks you are my boyfriend, I tell this unfortunate news to your household as well." I said getting up and straightening my tee just out of nervousness.

I bend down and put a pillow under his head and covered him with a quilt, just as I was about to pull back, his head rose a bit and he planted peck on my cheek.

"For good luck." He said with a grin.

"Ew, Hamilton, I will catch the flu." I said trying to cover my blushing face with my hands.

I am sure it was burning where his lips touched me.

"Rest." I said and he nodded like good child.

He kissed me , on the cheek but time he didn't sneered or smirked and said it was revenge. He did it out of...gratefulness?

I decided to focus on problem at hand, Mr. Hamilton.

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Long-ish chapter! 

I am catching up with NaNo the four days of wedding I missed. So this one is a little bit romantic.

Weston comes half clean and lot of cute moments! :)

Teaser for you awesome people : Jealous Weston will be back!

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