"Bella,
I don't know why you do it but I would like to know. I want you to give me the benefit of the doubt and trust me. I may be a good-for-nothing rockstar but I'm writing my number at the bottom of this note and I want you to ring me as soon as you read this, and if not, then whenever you feel like you need to do what you do to yourself. Fuck. I can't even say the words. Just please, ring me. You're too beautiful for this.
Alex
x"

Bella read the note to herself and sure as hell, there was a number at the bottom of it. Was he really giving Bella his personal phone number? Did he really want her to ring him whenever she felt like she needed to tear herself apart?

"Why me? What's so special about me? He wants me to ring him as soon as I've read this note.. no chance. Plus, he'll be shattered from all the signing he's had to do. I think I'll leave it for tonight." Bella murmured to herself. She saved the number in her phone before pinning the note up on her notice board. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her, "good-for-nothing rockstar" or not.

- - - - - o - - - - -

"Why hasn't she rung me yet? Was it weird what I did? Have I completely scared her away? I hope she isn't like sitting at home doing ..those things right now. That would just be horrible." Alex thought to himself as he laid in his hotel bed. Jack, Zack and Rian had decided to go out for what was apparently a walk at first, but three hours later and they still hadn't returned. "Maybe they found a pub and got distracted" Alex thought to himself whilst rolling his eyes.

He continued to lay on his bed for a while, before deciding to try and get some sleep. Stripping down to his boxers, he clambered into the stale hotel bed and laid there, wondering how Bella was getting on. Alex didn't even think of it as genuine worry anymore, he knew he was besotted. With a fan. That would go down so well with the papers and the fanbase.

- - - - - o - - - - -

Bella put on one of her baggiest t-shirts with her boxers and fell into bed. She laid there and thought about her day. She still couldn't get over the fact that Alex Gaskarth had given her his number. Her. An eighteen year old, self-obsessed, selfish, emo cunt. Well, at least that's what she thought of herself.

She laid in her bed, trying to find a comfortable position, wondering how she would ever sleep when her arm was constantly shooting little surges of pain every now and then.

Two hours later, and Bella could still not sleep. She couldn't get comfortable and she couldn't shut her eyes for longer than a few seconds. She couldn't capture her running mind and convince it to stop for a little while. Her eyes were heavy and her body was limp but she just couldn't drift off.

- - - - - o - - - - -

Two hours down the line and the boys were still not back. Alex was getting bored. He was laying in bed, but he had been tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity. He was worried. He was tired. He had even resorted to trying to sleep with his head at the wrong end of the bed. But for the moment, he was facing the window, looking out at the stars. He even tried to count them to make himself feel as tired as possible. All to no avail. He turned over once more and promised to get some sleep.

- - - - - o - - - - -

Bella tossed in her sleep, laying on her front, laying on her back, laying on her side. Nothing worked. She reached for her phone, taking it off of charge and bringing it into the line of focus with her eyes.