Olivia's pov.

I didn't know what to say. In my opinion, the concert was a complete success and everyone gave their absolute best. I'm fascinated by the way James, Kirk, Lars and Cliff play together. Fascinated by how they harmonize with each other.

Beside me, Bob looked at least as proud as I did. I think we all agreed that the four of them had done an excellent job. Damn, I sound like a mother praising her sons. But I didn't care.

"Thank you and good night!"

James said goodbye to the audience and I was getting impatient. I really wanted to hug him and the others. Tell them how well they did and how fascinated I am.

Not a minute later, four sweaty, half-naked men came around the corner and grinned at each other. They didn't seem to have noticed me and Bob yet. But I changed that very quickly.

I ran towards James as fast as I could and almost knocked him over with my stormy hug. He was just able to stand on his feet and wrapped his arms around me as well. I didn't even really notice that he was completely sweaty.

"How was I?"

"You were damn good. I love it."

I didn't know how long we stood there hugging, but at the latest when someone cleared their throat it got a little uncomfortable. With a big smile I broke away from James and walked on to Lars. He was already waiting for me with open arms, into which I immediately threw myself.

I ignored the sweat on him too.

"We rocked it."

"Yep you did."

This hug was shorter than the one with James but it didn't bother me. Lars and I were good friends, but James was the only one who knew every little detail about me. It didn't seem to bother the drummer either. He has his secrets from me and I have my secrets. That's how it was.

I broke away from Lars and walked on to Cliff. He smiled kindly at me.

"The smile is cute but you also get a hug.", I said and hugged him.

Unlike James and Lars, I broke away from Cliff after just a few seconds. It wasn't that I didn't like him. I found that we just had a different relationship to each other. It's hard to describe but we didn't need such gestures. A simple smile was enough. It just felt like he was my little brother. And I think he saw it that way too.

Kirk seemed almost longingly waiting for me to take him in my arms as well. Admittedly I was a bit impatient too but the curly haired man wasn't my only friend in this band. As I stood in front of him, a loving and gentle smile stole onto his lips. My heart stopped beating.

I would give anything to see that smile every morning. To wake up next to him.

I was in fucking love.
....
And I liked it.

Without thinking further about my feelings, I took Kirk in my arms and pressed his body against mine. I don't know where this sudden courage to do this came from, but I don't regret it either. At least I think so.
I felt Kirk's hands find their way to my waist and stay there. It kind of reminded me of his gentle grip on our night together. How I would like to experience that again.

"Like I said, I only play for you.", he whispered in my ear.

It came so suddenly that I got goosebumps. I didn't even know what to answer.

We broke away from each other and I put myself back in the background. It was Bob's turn to congratulate the group. And I could organize my thoughts.

The fact that I still haven't told James about my feelings for Kirk leaves me feeling guilty. I knew he would be happy for me, especially after what happened with Liam, but unfortunately there was a problem. I wasn't even mad at him for that. James just couldn't keep news to himself. The last time didn't end so well for me.

Cliff had advised me weeks ago to confess my feelings to the curly head. His rationale was: "He's not remotely happy with this Stacy. I can already picture your wedding."
To this day, I don't know what to think of that statement. Maybe Cliff is right, maybe not. I didn't mean to complicate anything and who says he'll return my feelings? No one and that's the point.

My life is a walking catastrophe.

"Olivia? Are you okay? You look so suspicious.", Bob asked me, interrupting my train of thought.

I looked at him more or less confused because I didn't really understand the question.But that could also simply be because I didn't sleep very much. Like how when James snores so loudly.

"Yes I'm fine. I was just thinking, that's all. Did you sayed something?", I asked him in return.

"Just that we go back to the hotel."

With those words, Bob ran ahead and I just followed him like a dog. I didn't know my way around here and I didn't really have a sense of direction either. James, Lars, Kirk and Cliff would certainly follow. They probably get changed and freshened up just to have a proper shower at the hotel.

I would just change clothes and then go to bed and sleep. It wasn't stressful or anything but I was still tired. I was definitely competing with a zombie.

"Then let's go.", I said and together with Bob I made my way "home".