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You and Elliot met in a way fangirls and boys would scream over.
You, a rather strong specimen, was hired to be the bodyguard of Elliot Builder, the once kind cashier turned to rockstar. When you were first introduced, you couldn’t exactly place your finger on where you knew him from, but you could definitely admit that he looked the part. His personality however…
He was kind. Too kind. When he had first met you, his eyes seemed to light up in excitement. He even ignored the warnings of his manager as he quickly gave you a tour of the place. He was nothing like the past celebrities you had worked for; many of them being old, stuck-up actors or bossy millionaires. Instead, he was passionate and well-mannered. If you could describe him with any assortment of adjectives, you would have an essay worth. However, you decided that he was “the life of any party he was invited too.”
Mr. Builder— or Elliot, as he had forced you to call him— asked you many, many questions. Where you worked prior, how tall you were (though he could see that clearly), and how much they were paying you. You attempted to give little information about most of the questions, but you gave up halfway through. His personality was just too dazzling.
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Before long, you and Elliot became very good friends. Almost… too good, some would think. At every single party or event he was invited to, you were there by him. If the host declined your presence, he would refuse to go until they gave in. He would even take you on tour with his band, which occurred so often his band mates thought your friendship was much, *much* more. However, it wasn’t just the parties you were flattered by; it was the outfits he bought for you as well. Every single event, he would construct a new outfit for you, as if he were your designer and you the mannequin. You were lucky you knew how to mask your emotions, considering the way he always seemed so excited made you almost blush. He made you, a lowly guard of his, feel like the very celebrity he was.
Now, a good example of this would be right now. He had just finished his tour, and he was now lounging backstage with his bandmates. Their lead bass guitarist had a… rather vivid fight with them the night before, so they had been taking fans on stage to help them play. He had been talking to them quite happily about their next tours, song ideas, and whatnot before a thought suddenly struck him.
You had been helping the janitors clean up the auditorium after the show. You talked very little to them, considering you were particularly quiet when it came to conversation, but you attempted to be as kind as possible. However, just as one of the janitors began to try and converse with you, the doors of the auditorium slammed open. The janitor jumped, however you did not. You readied yourself for injury, hoping that this was not a crazed mob of fans you would have to fight. Instead, it was Elliot, who was already bounding towards you. You sighed quietly, turning around fully to face him.
“Elliot, why… what are you doing out here? Shouldn’t you be—“
You were cut off quickly be him as he grabbed your shoulders —quite firmly— and interrupted you.
“You should join our band.”
You stopped, your eyes widening as your mouth fell slightly agape. You stammered as shook your head, gasping in pure astonishment as you put your hands in front of you.
“Wh-What?! Elliot, you can’t just make a change like this! You have a perfect band; a perfect reputation. Your bandmates—“
He interrupted again. He never usually did this. “Our bass guitarist said some things last night, and it’s already public. And I know you play bass, considering one of the things he was screaming to us about was your ‘idiotic tips,’ as he called them.”
You paused, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. You were only trying to help, but maybe you had gotten ahead of yourself. But… they had fought?!
“I know you don’t like public attention, but please, do this for me. I… I’ll do anything, really.” He gripped onto your shoulders harder, bringing himself closer as his hands slid down to your arms. He really couldn’t help doing it, your figure was just insanely intriguing.
You stammered again before quickly stopping yourself. “Why not hire someone? I know hundreds— maybe thousands— of people would die to join your band! I’m meant to protect you, Eli, not… not this…”
You heard a suppressed whine come out of him as he pulled you closer, shaking your arms as he pleaded. “But I want you.You and you only.” His lip quivered as he tried to make the most saddening, heart broken face he could. Before you could attempt to deny his request again, he took your scarred hand in his and stepped closer. “Please.” he begged.
You folded. And you folded hard. Suddenly, you were being dragged back stage as he excitedly started talking about how much fun he’d have and how he knew you would love it. His band mates had been jokingly suggesting that his absence was about you, and when he crashed through the door dragging you behind them, one snickered. It felt like a blur to you as he began waving his hands around, quickly explaining that you had (willingly, to his standards,) decided to join their band. The band members were slightly taken aback, considering the fight had only happened a week ago.
“Aren’t you moving too fast? I mean, the fight only happened a bit ago, what if he still wants to—“ the drummer said, but they were quickly cut off.
“No. He… I’m not letting them come back. You know what he said, you heard it yourself.” Your expression shifted slightly at Elliot’s words, quickly glancing towards him in a confused manner. He… He had never acted like this. Never. What in the world happened? “I already spoke to our manager about it. I… I’m sorry if any of you liked him, but he…” Elliot trailed off, looking away. However, the backup guitarist spoke up. “What he said was uncalled for, Eli. I support your decision.”
The group seemed to murmur in agreement, all of them nodding along with the guitarist. Before long, they were all looking at you, and you felt obligated to answer.
“I won’t let you down. I promise.”