AN: It's pretty obvious that I'm not famous, so I have no idea how any of this fame stuff works. Just bear with me here. Weird chapter is weird, by the way.

Dedication: ashtonscute [Made the cover in the media for this story c: thank you]

Even though there was knocking at the door, neither Luke nor I moved off of the bed.

Our legs were tangled together and his arms were holding me close to his body, like they would keep me safe from anything. I would sometimes feel his soft puffs of breaths hit my hair and I'd simply smile, snuggling against him even more.

The knocking happened again and I didn't want either of us to get up and answer it. Plus, I was still without clothes while Luke at least had a pair of boxers on.

After Luke had asked me to be his boyfriend, he just pulled me into his arms and we both lay down on the bed. Luke eventually drifted to sleep while I, on the other hand, remained awake and felt secure in his hold.

Since we were facing each other and Luke's chin was rested on top of my head, I would occasionally press kisses to Luke's collarbone, and I'd hear him sigh in content.

My arms weren't around him, but more like awkwardly in between our bodies. I draped one arm over him, because I was getting slightly uncomfortable, but that small gesture made him squirm a bit before he pulled me closer, which was somehow possible considering we were already closer than ever.

The longer I stayed in Luke's arms, the hotter I was starting to feel, and I wasn't talking about looks. I was feeling myself beginning to sweat, and that isn't pretty at all. I didn't want to pull away from him, but the heat was becoming unbearable.

So I finally drew away from him, a reluctant groan leaving him. It started to feel cooler now, but I was still burning up a bit. Then I thought that I should take a quick cold shower.

But before I could stand to gather my clothes, I was reminded that someone was at the suite door when the knocking occurred once again. I was still bare, but I didn't have to answer the door, for Luke began stirring in his sleep, sitting upright and groggily rubbing at his eyes.

"I'll get the door," Luke said to me. "Go get dressed, princess." Then, without pulling on any other clothes, Luke stood from the bed and walked out of the room in only his boxer shorts.

I picked out some clothes and then hurried towards the bathroom, laying my clothes on the sink counter and immediately going under the shower head. I turned the water on and adjusted the lever of the shower to make the water cold, instantly feeling better and more refreshed.

The water cascaded from the top of my head to my toes as I began to lather shampoo and conditioner into my hair. After I finished with that, I picked up a bar of soap and let that run all over my body.

Once I was feeling much cleaner than before, I shut the cold water off and stepped out, grabbing a clean towel that was hanging off of a rack. First, I dried my hair a bit from the excess water that was dripping, and then I went to dry the rest of myself off. I pulled on my clothes, which was just a pair of skinny jeans and a T-shirt, and then exited the bathroom.

The moment I stepped out, I saw Michael seated on the couch my bodyguard usually took over while Luke, now wearing dress pants, a dress shirt, and a tie, was making the bed.

"I got you some Tylenol and water," Michael said, holding out the said contents towards me.

I shook my head and told him, "I don't need it. My head's fine now."

My manager simply nodded, setting the bottles beside him before it fell over onto its side.

"Michael said that you've got a meeting to attend to," Luke spoke up and I turned my attention towards him, seeing him finish what he was doing before. "It's regarding your tour that's happening next year."

"Oh." I bit my lip. "When do we have to be there?"

"Well, it starts at eight. Considering that it's around five right now, I suggest we get something to eat."

"I'm starving," Michael said, glancing down at his stomach as it grumbled. "I haven't eaten anything since this morning."

"I'm not going to get drugged again, am I?" I asked.

My manager looked confused. "What?"

Luke answered, "If anything out of the ordinary happens, we'll leave immediately, princess. I'm going to make sure that you're safe and sound."

"Aw, how cute," Michael said with a smile on his face.

My bodyguard looked over at Michael and blinked at him. "It's my job. Of course, I have to make sure he's safe."

"But still—Aw."

I felt my cheeks heat up and suddenly I was already beginning to feel hotter again. The room was even a bit stuffy to me as well, and I needed to get out.

"Can we go now?" I asked. "I need some fresh air."

"Yeah, okay," Michael said, standing from his spot on the bed. "Let me go call Frederick." Then he exited the room first.

Before I could even follow after, a hand grabbed my wrist and held me in place. I turned around, but didn't get to say or think quick enough before Luke's lips captured mine in a passionate kiss.

When he pulled away, I stared up at him with a surprised look on my face. He merely smirked, walking over to where his clothes were and pulled out his blazer and another jacket. He slipped on the first said clothing before walking over to me and placing his jacket on my shoulders, his hand then taking hold of mine as our fingers laced together.

"We can go now, princess," Luke said and I kept my eyes down at the ground.

Now the room had grown hotter, or maybe it was because of the fact that all of the blood had rushed to my face and I was now wearing Luke's jacket.

When we both walked out of the room hand in hand, my manager informed us that he had told Frederick to come pick us up and that he should be arriving soon. Even though he said it was a good idea for me to stay in the suite, I was in need of some fresh air. So Luke led me towards the balcony that I somehow forgot that we had.

He unlocked the door, sliding it open and had me walk out first. I put my arms through the sleeves of his jacket and then stepped out, the cold air making contact with me. And it felt so much better.

A small gasp left me when I felt Luke's arms go around my waist and his chin hooked over my left shoulder. I turned my head a little to face him, and he began humming a song. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't seem to remember what it was.

I leaned my head against Luke's and he began swaying slowly from side to side, making me do the same since I was being held in his arms.

"What's that song called again?" I asked, placing my hands over his.

Luke stopped his singing and answered, "Once Upon A December. My, um, mom used to sing it to me every night."

"Oh." I glanced down and lightly brushed my thumb against his hand.

He withdrew his arms from around me and, with one hand, took hold of mine and spun me around until I was facing him. I gazed into his blue eyes and then he pressed his forehead against mine and our noses touched.

"Can I tell you something, princess?" Luke asked, his hands going into the back pockets of my jeans

I nodded as I placed my hands on his shoulders. "Anything."

"Let's see... Um, I was thinking that..."

"Yeah?" I waited for Luke to continue.

"A-About the plane ticket I'm getting, maybe I—"

"Ashton! Luke!" Michael called out and both my bodyguard and I looked over at my manager. "We're going now! Frederick's here!"

Luke glanced back at me, our eyes meeting before I said, "You were saying?"

"I-I'll tell you later, princess," he said, causing me to frown. He pulled away from me before walking inside. I let out a sigh, shaking my head before following him, closing the door behind me.

We walked out of the suite and went down to the main lobby. I hurried out towards the black vehicle, Michael and Luke right behind me. Once we were all inside, Frederick drove away from the hotel. I kept my eyes fixed out the window, my forehead resting against it.

-

Once we finished eating at this one restaurant (I only ate a salad and small bites of whatever Luke got, since I didn't trust anything else from there), we headed over to this fancy building where the meeting was being held. Michael was in front of me and Luke was beside me, one arm around my shoulder as we entered the place.

The receptionist at the front desk gave us directions to where we had to be. Michael thanked her and then the three of us all entered an elevator where my manager pressed the number for the floor we were to be on, the elevator doors closing.

Michael stood on one side while Luke and I were on the other. I rested my back against the wall while also leaning to the side so I was against Luke, my head on his shoulder.

"There are a few things we're going to discuss in the meeting, and I need you to pay attention," my manager said and I really wasn't in the mood to listen to anything, so as he listed off the many things that were going to be mentioned in the meeting, I tuned him out.

Luke nudged my side and I narrowed my eyes at him as he told me to pay attention to Michael. I rolled my eyes, sighing and standing up straighter. I was already getting a headache out of being extremely bored, and it didn't help that the elevator lacked any fresh air.

Once we had reached our floor, we stepped out of the stuffy lift and walked down the hallway. When we entered the room we were to be in, I noticed that there were already men dressed formally, standing around and chatting with each other.

One of the men glanced over at us, smiling wide as he approached us.

"Ah, Mr. Clifford," he said as he extended one hand out towards Michael, shaking his hand. Then he looked over at me and shook my hand as well. "The meeting will be starting soon. Help yourself to some snacks, if you like."

My eyes followed his hand that gestured over to a table behind him. The table consisted of fruits that were sliced up, cups of what appeared to be punch, and cookies that looked like snickerdoodles.

Even though I already at the restaurant, a few fruit pieces wouldn't hurt to eat. Plus, there were pineapples. I like pineapples.

As Michael talked with the man who greeted us, I reached for Luke's hand and led him towards the snack table with me, not wanting to be by myself.

"You want to eat something, princess?" Luke asked once we arrived in front of the snacks.

"Get me some pineapples," I told my bodyguard, picking up a cup of punch and sipping it. It was really sweet and I scrunched my nose up at the strong taste. However, I continued drinking it anyway.

Luke nodded and picked up a plate, filling up one side with pineapples while the other had strawberries.

I frowned. "I don't want strawberries."

"Who said they're for you? Maybe I wanted something as well, princess." He pinched a piece of strawberry and popped that into his mouth.

Rolling my eyes, I turned away from him and finished my drink. Then I tossed the empty cup into a nearby bin before I walked over towards a large table where everyone was seating themselves.

There was only one seat left, so I took that one and Luke placed the plate of fruits on the table in front of me. I stole a quick glance behind at him, seeing that he chose to stand behind me, his hands clasped together in front of him and his eyes fixed on someone who was speaking.

"Let's begin this meeting," said the man, looking over at me. I picked up a piece of pineapple and munched on that and the guy continued, "I'm sure you are very much aware of the tour you're having next year, am I correct?"

"Yes," I answered, nodding once.

"We'll start with locations. First concert's in Manchester, and you'll be going all over the UK. After, you'll go over to the rest of Europe, Belgium being the first place. Once you finish the European leg of the tour, you'll go over to perform in Hong Kong, Philippines, and Singapore..."

I rested my head against my hand that had its elbow propped on the table, my other hand picking up more pineapple pieces for me to eat. I was looking over at the guy, but I wasn't paying much attention. I just nodded whenever I felt it was appropriate. My manager should at least know of what's going on.

Soon another guy was speaking and talking about songs I was going to perform. Then there was a brief argument on how the order of songs should go, but I couldn't really care less. I liked all my songs equally. The order didn't matter to me the slightest bit, as long as I got to perform something.

I sensed Luke right next to me and I looked at him to see that he was reaching for some strawberry pieces. I handed the plate to him and he took it from my hold.

Other than responding with the fact that I knew I had a tour coming up, I said nothing more throughout the entire meeting. Michael did most of the talking for me anyway, the other men in suits discussed stuff with him, and Luke and I were pretty much quiet as we ate the fruits from the plate.

The time was nearing ten at night and my eyelids grew heavier with every second that went by. Luke was standing the entire time, and I didn't understand how he hadn't grown tired of doing that yet. Maybe he was, but just didn't want to say anything. I mean, I would offer him my seat, but I myself am tired as well. I'm not going to let him take my seat while I sit on his lap. Not in front of a bunch of middle-aged men, at least.

When everyone supposedly understood what was brought up during the meeting, it finally ended and I was the last to stand up, since I was on the verge of falling asleep. But when I did stand, I looked up at Luke with sleepy eyes. He figured that I was tired, so he let me lean against him as some sort of support.

Luke had finished both the strawberry and pineapple pieces the entire meeting, but I didn't care all that much. They were just fruits. It wasn't like I was going to die, because he ate most of the pieces on the plate. But I was going to fall asleep standing if I didn't get to bed any time soon.

As tempted as I was to ask Luke to carry me, I didn't want any of these well-dressed people (excluding my bodyguard) to see me being anything but professional.

The middle-aged men, Michael, Luke, and I were all back in the stuffy elevator that had somehow grew warmer during our absence, and I slid off Luke's jacket, tying it around my waist. Instead of leaning against Luke, I stood in the corner and pressed myself against the wall, trying to get myself as far away from the other people as possible.

Just when I thought we were ready to get off of the lift, the whole thing jerked to a sudden stop and the lights flickered. Even the soothing music coming out of the speakers had gone silent. Gasps were heard all around and I was suddenly more alert of my surroundings.

Out of random instinct, I grabbed my bodyguard by the sleeve and pulled him over to me. I immediately wrapped my arms around him, mentally freaking out inside, but Luke managed to look more composed than I was.

"Everyone okay?" one of the men from the meeting asked, and everyone responded with 'okay.' "Stay calm; I'm sure the lift will get moving any time soon."

I pressed my face into Luke's neck, and then he finally placed his arms around my waist, reassurance soon filling me.

"We'll be fine," he whispered to me. "It's just the elevator malfunctioning, that's all. Nothing bad's going to happen."

I trusted Luke, I really did. The only problem was... I didn't like how hot and stuffy it was in here.

As the other men were trying to call for help, I fanned my face, hoping that it would somehow make things feel a bit cooler. Unfortunately, it hardly helped at all. So I gently pushed Luke away from me, grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling it back and forth to somehow cool myself down.

"Princess, you okay?" Luke asked, but I shook my head.

"T-Too hot in here," I said. "And I n-need to breathe."

Before I knew it, my bodyguard pressed his forehead to mine while it got more difficult for me breathe. At this point, I was gasping, and it felt as if my throat was closing up.

"You're burning," he said. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"I'm okay, L—" I began feeling lightheaded and my knees gave way, but Luke managed to catch me before I could fall towards the ground. He pulled me closer to him and kept me standing, but I mumbled. "Too hot..."

"Just rest your eyes, princess," Luke whispered to me. "When you wake up, you'll feel better."

I gulped, panting for air again as I closed my eyes. Luke slowly sat down on the ground with me in his lap and my head rested against his shoulder. One hand was soothingly running through my hair while his arm was holding me.

However, I was unable to go sleep due to how uncomfortable I was feeling, but Luke tried his best to get me to fall asleep, humming Once Upon A December to me. Even though it was quite loud in the elevator, I did my best to focus on Luke's humming only.

Sometimes he'd stop to answer questions asked by some of the men around us, but then once the conversation was finished he would return to singing softly to me again. The corners of my lips curved upwards and I lifted my head up the slightest bit to press a kiss to his cheek.

"Is he seriously sleeping while we're trapped in a lift?" someone asked and I peeked one eye open to see one of the older men in suits looking down at me and Luke.

"He's not feeling well," Luke responded, his hold on me tightening in a protective manner.

"When I feel ill, I take it like a man. There's no reason for him to act like a baby, just because he's sick. He doesn't need someone to watch out for him."

My smile fell and I was about to squirm out of Luke's arms, but he refused to let me go. He stood up from where he was sitting on the ground while still holding me.

"Not everyone is the same, sir," Luke retorted as he stepped closer to the man, "so don't compare yourself to him."

The man snapped, "You can't babysit him for the rest of your life. From what I know, you're just his bodyguard, not his nanny. Your job is to protect him."

The elevator started moving again, and everyone was practically listening to the conversation Luke and this other guy were having.

Luke said, "I don't know what you saw, but I chose to take care of him. He told me he was okay, but I wasn't having it. So don't go calling Ashton a baby when you don't know what even happened."

I felt the elevator stop again, but it wasn't because it was malfunctioning this time. We were finally on ground level, and Luke made his way towards the door, the two of us being the first to exit the lift with Michael following behind.

"You can't take care of him like that forever, you know," said the guy, making my bodyguard turn around to look at him.

The next thing that Luke said to him was, "Watch me."

-

AN: I was going to write more, but I got too lazy with finishing it and wanted to post this chapter already.

Quite a strange filler chapter, huh? More interesting things will happen eventually, really.

So what did you think of this chapter? What do you think will happen next?

I hope this chapter was worth the read (: Until next time! x