The number of girls increased as the car inched closer to the hotel. It went from a few scattered to tens and tens of girls grouping around the entrance. I don’t know when I’ll ever get used to this. My phone buzzed on my lap as I observed the scene.
"Hey babe, how close are you? The suspense is killing me and the lobby is beginning to overcrowd."
The driver turned around to face me and put on a smile. “We’re here Ms. Hudson.”
"I’m right outside."
I texted back as I gathered my belongings. My phone buzzed as soon as I locked it.
"Oh, I see you. Stay in the car, I don’t want you surrounded. I’ll be out there with Big Pat in a second"
I sat there and watched the man pull my bags out from the trunk. First the big black one that had pink seams around it then the smaller suitcase that was pink with black seams around it. I’ve learned that when you travel with your boyfriend, you’ve got to bring a lot of your possessions. Why? Because you’re always in the spotlight.
There was an outburst of screams and yelling. It was muffled from inside the car but I could only assume who it was. I looked and only saw the top of my brown haired boyfriend from behind Big Pat who was approaching the car. He knocked and I opened the door to signal that I was decent to come out. When I got out, a few flashes of light aimed in my direction went off. Big Pat was telling a girl who looked like she had tried to go at Chris to stay back. His attention was back to me.
“Hello, Emma. Nice to see you again.” Big Pat smiled and I laughed.
“Stop treating me like I’m the celebrity, you goof.” I teased. Big Pat was like the dad I’ve always wanted. He was fun and not too hard on me, but he was protective of me more like a daughter than a girlfriend of the pop singer he guards.
I heard some screaming towards me. Things that I always heard; “Hi, Emma!” “You look pretty Emma!” “I love your shoes/shirt/hair/etc Emma!” I waved and smiled quickly at all of the fans. Another thing I’ve learned from being Chris Brown's girlfriend is to be nice to everyone, not that I wouldn’t be normally. But the nicer you are, the less death threats you receive. However, I knew from the start of this relationship, I would be taking on way more hate from the fans. I didn’t understand why, and I don’t think I ever will.
I looked around quickly to see where Chris had gone. Suddenly he came up to from my right. He handed Big Pat my two bags then looked down at me.
“Hey babe.” He smiled, his bright white teeth completely showing. I couldn’t help but smile back, his smile was contagious. There was a bit of a height difference between Chris and I. He rose a good six inches above me and he always made fun of me for it.
Chris took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers. He leaned down, giving me a quick peck on the lips. Big Pat hated when he did that because it caused some anger in a few fans.
“Chris, not here.” Big Pat pushed me and Chris to walk into the hotel. We walked and I kept my head down a bit to keep the attention on Chris. One of the things I hate being called is an attention seeker. I try to bring everything back to Chris. It’s better and safer that way. I could feel Chris’s body shaking from waving with his other hand. Then we were finally in the hotel where I thought things would be quite.
There were more girls sitting around in the lobby with their cameras and phones aimed at us. Big Pat walked where most of the girls were located so we could have more privacy. He always complained about how the girls got annoying hanging around the lobby waiting. I really don’t mind unless they come charging at us. Then it becomes a problem. When we got to the elevators, Chris pressed the button then pulled me in for a tight hug.
“I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve missed you so much.” He kissed the top of my head and we stood there for a minute in each other’s hold. The elevator farthest to the right opened and we walked towards it where two teenage girls rushed out. They stopped as soon as they saw Chris and started smiling.
“Hi Chris! Oh my gosh! I love you guys so much!” One of the girls said.
He smiled at them and then pulled me into the elevator. Big Pat followed us in. Then we went through the elevator routine. Press the floor number right under our floor, get off, find the stairs, and walk up one flight. We can never be sure if anyone follows us. It’s happened once before when I was with them. The girl had happened to get off on the same floor as the boys and they had to move to a completely different hotel after.
We walked up to the real floor and let Big Pat lead me to my room. I had to finish up a few class days that went on longer. I found it lucky that I got a room all to myself because for one, I had an excuse to cuddle up with Chris and “accidently” fall asleep and for two, the bathroom was mine 24/7.
“Woah, this is giant.” I said as I walked into the room with an abnormally tall ceiling. “It’s nice.” I threw my stuff on the bed and walked around. “And we get balconies!”
“Alright, I’ll let you two have some privacy.” Big Pat set down my bags next to the TV stand and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
I walked over to the door to the balcony and peered through the sheer curtains.
“There are girls across the street in the other hotel looking out of their windows. s***, how do they find you so fast?” I asked Chris who was watching me with a smirk on his face. He walked over to me and pulled me out of sight from the window. Pulling me close again, he started kissing me. This time the kisses were much longer and much warmer. His kisses were one of the reasons I hated leaving. They were the things I missed so much when I went back home.
His hands trailed from my back down to my bum. They rested there now, where they usually were. My hands were placed on his chest, where I could easily push him off or pull him close. The last long kiss ended with a bottom lip bite from him, then he started giving me shorter kisses where I knew it would end soon. When it did, I found him smiling.
“How was your flight?” He whispered.
“Long. Boring. The usual.” I stole one last kiss from him before there was a knock on my door. “I knew that was going to happen.” I walked over to the door and playfully asked who it was.
“Em! It’s Brittany and Erica! Open up!” I heard Erica’s voice then looked back to Chris who looked a bit disappointed at the little privacy that we got. I opened the door revealing the two beautiful girls standing there. They towered over me just like everyone else.
“You look so great! I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?” Erica stood there complimenting me when she was the one who looked fantastic. I had always been jealous of her.
“Yeah, we keep saying we’re all going to get together but it never happens.” Brittany points out, looking quite fantastic herself.
“I’ve been at school and really busy, but no more now! We can finally sit down for that coffee we haven’t had. How have you guys been though, you both look great by the way.” I said, directing the attention towards them.
“Ugh, girl talk. I’m gonna go see what’s up with Big Pat. Be back in a few, when all this is done.” Chris says circling his hands around us. I rolled my eyes at him and walked into the room with Erica and Brittany following. They checked out the room like they had seen it for the first time.
“Chris hasn’t shut up about you for the past two days. It’s been a drag for everyone.” Erica says sitting on my bed.
“Really now? He didn’t act like it.” I said, with interest.
“Well, you know how he is. He pretends to be the calmed one.” Brittany laughed.
“Anyway, we’ve planned to go out tonight to celebrate the arrival of the last planned visitor and the start of the tour. We reserved a whole room at this fancy restaurant about ten blocks away. It should be fun.” Erica said, raising an eyebrow.
“Ugh, so I have to wear something formal on my first day here? You guys are killing me.” I walked into the bathroom to observe my appearance; messy hair, tired eyes, and casual clothes.
“Sorry, babe. I guess we didn’t really think about that.” Brittany said, sincerely.
“It’s all right.” I paused. “I guess I’ll take a quick shower then.” I said, pushing for them to leave so I could have some time to freshen up.
“Alright! We’ll be back in about forty-five minutes. To collect you. Wear that flowy beige top we picked out last time.” Erica said while walking out. “If you brought it!” Brittany shut the door knowing that I wanted the privacy. It had been such a long day that I almost debated taking a nap or not. Knowing me, I wouldn’t wake up until the morning.
I quickly undressed and hopped in the shower looking forward for the first night back with the boy before he starts the U.S. tour.