Chapter 7: New Housemates

CLOVER'S POV:

They didn't say anything about spending the night at my brother's house!

I consider phoning my mum and demanding that I spend the night at home but actually that's the last thing I want to do. The idea of living under my parents' roof is terrifying.

Even so, the idea of living with four men who don't know I'm a woman... that's pretty scary too. Sitting in the car with my brother's best friends, I try to covertly check them out. I only really know what Creed has told me about them and that isn't much.

Ziggy is a bit of a blonde cutie. His hair is not quite short but not long either. It's just long enough for it to curl. He has his drumsticks in hand and is drumming the headrest in front of him, annoying a tired Nash.

Nash looks broody. His hair is dark and shoulder length, pulled into a man bun. He has stubble on his chin.

Jett is everything he's always been; mature, handsome... black hair that's gelled to sit exactly the way he wants it to.

Then Rigby is something else altogether.

If Ziggy is the pretty boy, then Rigby is the bad boy of the group. He looks downright furious, with a frown that seems to storm across his face. His hair is a chestnut colour and his eyes are blue. He's the sort of guy that I have a habit of falling hard for. The sort of guy I write songs about. The sort that breaks my heart.

I remind myself not to take Rigby's current mood to heart. One thing Creed has definitely told me about Rigby is that he's a moody sh*t.

The London traffic is awful as always and I find myself wishing that I could escape the car and its inhabitants - especially Rigby.

"Snap out of it, Rigs," Nash says after ten minutes of awkward silence.

"Yeah! He said sorry," Ziggy adds. "Although I still think it sounds better the way we played it tonight."

"That's not the point," Rigby complains. "He can't go around messing with our songs without talking about it first."

"Technically it's not our song," I respond irritably, causing Jett to chuckle from somewhere behind me.

"We have the rights to it."

"Not exclusively."

He's beginning to p*ss me off. It's my f*cking song and I'll play it however I want.

I flew home early to save their arses and he can't even be f*cking polite. Maybe I'll just take the rights back and stop them singing the song altogether. Except I couldn't take my brother's number one away from him. I'd have to be a seriously sh*tty sister to do that.

Rigby doesn't reply, instead he puts his earphones in so that he can ignore us. As much as I don't want to admit it, he's got the right idea with that one. I copy him, putting my earphones in so I can listen to the track I'm currently working on. I have the music but still no lyrics and it's driving me nuts that I don't have the words yet. I begin to hum along with it as I try to clear my thoughts, in an attempt to see if anything comes to mind.

It doesn't. Instead, I just seem to annoy Rigby off even more if his grumbling is anything to go by. Apparently that lad has super hearing because he can hear my humming over his own music.

This better only be for one night. If I have to put up with Rigby Nicklen for more than one day, I might do something that will land me in jail.

Hopefully my brother will wake up and I'll be able to get on a plane and return to Paris.

***

When we arrive, I realise I've never been to my brother's place before. I have no idea how I'm supposed to pretend to be Creed when I don't even know where his bedroom is.

Fortunately, Jett comes to my rescue, guiding me through the house, saying in a loud voice, "you must be proper tired after your crash."

I almost tell him that tired doesn't cut it, but I can't be bothered to enter into a conversation about it. All I want to do is sleep.

When it's just the two of us in my brother's bedroom, he smiles at me. It's a smile that could melt a girl's panties.

"Thank you, Clover," he says softly. "We really owe you."

I shake my head. There's not much I wouldn't do for Creed or Jett for that matter.

"It's all good," I say as I begin to pull the wig from my head.

"Don't forget to lock the door," he says softly, "so the guys don't see your hair." He takes a lock of my rose hair between his fingers. "I really am glad you didn't chop it off."

"Do you really think they'd ever be able to convince me to do that?"

"Not bloody likely," he replies with a smirk. "Hopefully, Creed will wake up tomorrow and you won't have to put that wig back on."

"A girl can wish."

The truth is, it feels a little bit too much like wishful thinking. It's a bit odd that my parents haven't allowed me to see Creed. I don't say it to Jett. I don't want to worry him, but I can't help but wonder if things are worse than they've told me.

I wouldn't put it past them.

I lock the door behind him as he leaves and then I begin to undress, removing everything that is Creed, gradually revealing Clover underneath. I unwrap the bandage that is currently restricting my boobs before pulling one of my brother's t-shirts on to sleep in. Perhaps, this is all just a crazy assed dream and I'll wake up in the morning back in my hotel in Paris.

Kissed Her Over And Over Lyrics

This was never the way I planned it

I got so brave, Lost my mind

No, I don't even know her name

It doesn't matter

I see her soul and that's enough

I kissed her over and over

I liked it more than I can say

I kissed her over and over

Her soul calling my name

I kissed her over and over

I liked it more than I can say

I kissed her over and over

Her soul calling my name

She's kissable, so magical

This is not the way it's supposed to go

I still want her, Too good to deny

She's too good by far

I see her soul and that's enough

I want her over and over

I liked it more than I can say

I want her over and over

Her soul calling my name

I want her over and over

I liked it more than I can say

I want her over and over

Her soul calling my name.