Feelings Emerge

Nick’s point of view

“…Backstreet Boys ‘The Call’!” announced the presenter and I heard the crowd cheer. We all got up and exchanged hugs with each other and our dates. We then proceeded to go onstage and give our little speeches.
As the night went on, we won two more awards, for “Video of the Year” and “Best Group”. When we got back into our limo, everyone was completely amazed by what happened and very excited.
“I cannot believe we won three awards!” exclaimed Brian.
“I know!” I said enthusiastically.
“This is definitely a night to remember,” added Howie grinning.
“So what are we doing now?” asked Stacey and looked at me expectedly.
“I don’t know,” I replied, slightly uncomfortable under her stare. “Anyone have any ideas?” I asked and looked around the limo. I saw blank looks on everyone else’s faces as well.
“What about the party after the awards?” asked Liz.
“Oh yeah that’s right, anyone up for it?” asked Howie and everyone nodded.
“Great, so we go to the party!” I announced and the limo drove on.

Liz’s point of view

When I got back to my hotel room it was well after 5 in the morning. I was exhausted, to say the least. The worst part was that I knew that I had no time to rest because mine and the guys’ plane was leaving at 9 am. I took off my dress and hopped into the shower to try to freshen, and wake, myself up. When I changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top it was already almost 7. We were supposed to leave for the airport at eight so I knew that I had an hour to kill. I wasn’t hungry because I ate plenty at the party. But it was a blast; there were so many stars everywhere. I think I spent a good portion of the night being star struck.
As I turned on the TV to maybe try and watch some show, although I knew that all the shows were in French, my mind, unexpectedly, drifted to Nick. I didn’t know what it was, but when I saw him coming down the stairs all dressed up and everything; I felt something. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly. Was I willing to admit to myself that I was quite possibly falling for the guy? No. But I found myself thinking more and more about how Nick acted and realized that I was attracted to him. It was cute the way he always brushed his hair back, in a futile attempt to get it away from his face, but it always fell back in it’s original place. I really liked that half smile of his that made millions of girls melt every day. And the way that he always managed to look good in whatever he was wearing…okay, at that point I stopped myself from going any further. There was no way that I could possibly like Nick Carter. I started out the summer hating the guy, and all of sudden a month later I might actually have feelings for him? Yeah right! I refused to believe it.

Nick’s point of view

“Bri, can I ask you a question?” I asked. Brian and me were in our hotel room just killing time before we had to leave for the airport.
“Sure Frack,” replied Brian and turned his attention away from the TV. Although I wasn’t even sure why he was watching it, it’s not like he understood anything, the entire show was in French.
“Well, it’s about Liz,” I began and felt uncomfortable immediately.
“What about her?” asked Brian.
“Do you…I mean…are you…” I searched for the words. Actually, they were there; I just couldn’t get them out.
Brian raised himself to a sitting position. “Nicky, do you have a crush on Liz?” he asked grinning.
“Um…uh…I…” I stuttered.
“You DO like her!” exclaimed Brian and started cracking up.
“What’s so funny?” I asked confused.
“We were all wondering when you would finally see her in that light,” replied Brian still laughing.
“Who’s we?” I asked.
“All of us, me, Bone, D, and Kev,” answered Brian.
“So you think there’s any way that she likes me?” I asked hopefully.
“I don’t know, I guess you’ll have to ask Liz that,” replied Brian and shrugged.
“Are you nuts? I can’t ask her that!” I exclaimed.
“Well then I guess you’ll never know,” pointed out Brian.
“You may be right about that,” I said sighing.
“Frack, just ask her,” urged Brian.
“I can’t, I was barely able to ask you, and actually, I didn’t even get the words out, you guessed. There is no way that I would be able to ask Liz,” I said.
“Well, then I don’t know what you should do,” said Brian and then went back to the TV.
“Thanks for the help,” I muttered.
“No prob, anytime,” replied Brian.

Liz’s point of view

Nick and I got to his house very late the following day. Our flight was delayed and we wound up sitting in the airport for quite a while.
“Home, finally!” exclaimed Nick tiredly dragging himself into the living room and collapsing onto the couch. I collapsed right next to him.
“I know, I’m so tired I can barely move,” I groaned.
“Well, at least you get a break, I don’t,” said Nick grumpily.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Me and the guys have to go to Germany in two days to record a couple of songs for the new album,” replied Nick. “Some vacation this is,” he grumbled.
“You’ll live,” I said. “How long do you have to go for?” I asked.
“A week,” answered Nick and pulled himself up. “I’m going to sleep,” he announced. “Good night,” he said and headed up the stairs.
“Night!” I called out and leaned back on the couch. I heard Nick’s door slam upstairs and then the house was completely silent. I tried to figure out what I was supposed to do with the guys gone for a week. I didn’t have any other friends in Florida so I knew that I would be sitting home. I knew that I didn’t want to go with the guys to Germany because I simply wanted to just stay in one place for a while. I had no idea how they did it, always flying from one place to another. I sighed and got up to go to my room. On the way there I caught a sight of one of the pictures on the wall. It was one of Nick and the guys holding up an MTV award. I looked at Nick’s smiling face. There was definitely something about that guy; I just couldn’t explain what it was.
I got to my room and climbed into my bed. Even though I knew that I was exhausted, sleep still wouldn’t come. I just lay there thinking about Nick.

Nick’s point of view

I wanted to clean up my room the following morning but I had no idea where to even start. The place really did look like a hurricane blew through it…ten times. I heard Liz walking around in the hallway and I could’ve sworn I felt my heart do this little flip thing. But that was impossible right? Was I falling for Liz? Cause if I was, I was in for a lot of heartbreak since it didn’t look like Liz had any interest in me whatsoever.
I walked out of my room and almost crashed into Liz.
“Wow, maybe we should get collision insurance,” joked Liz.
“Yeah maybe,” I said laughing. “Can I ask you a favor?” I asked.
“Sure, what?” asked Liz.
“Well, are you busy?” I began.
“No,” replied Liz.
“Okay, do you think you can maybe help me clean up my room?” I asked and smiled at her.
Liz laughed. “Sure, I wouldn’t want the house to overflow with garbage just from your room,” she said.
“Oh come on, my room isn’t that messy!” I protested. Liz shot me a look. “Okay, fine, so maybe it is,” I admitted.
“Glad you see things my way,” said Liz triumphantly. “So when do you want to start?” she asked.
“Um, now?” I suggested and held my door open.
“Okay, sure,” said Liz and walked into my room. She looked at the clothes that were all over the place. “Nick, did your closet throw up?” she asked in disbelief.
“No,” I said carefully. “I just haven’t really gotten around to putting my clothes in there,” I replied.
“No kidding,” commented Liz. “Well, we better get started, this could take weeks!”
“Very funny,” I said sardonically.
“I know,” said Liz grinning and began to sort through the pile of clothes near my bed. She then proceeded to hold up half a slice of pizza. Liz wrinkled her face in disgust. “Nick, you’re a pig!” she declared before throwing the pizza at me. I ducked and the pizza flew into the hallway.
I laughed. “I’m gonna go get a garbage bag,” I said and went out of my room.
“Bring a huge one!” yelled out Liz after me.
I came back with the garbage bag five minutes later and saw that Liz had already cleared the pile of clothes near my bed. They were actually folded nicely lying on my bed, instead of near it.
“Looks cleaner already,” I stated as I set down the garbage bag.
“Yeah, hope so,” said Liz and moved on to my table. I just stood there watching her work. “Well? What are you waiting for?” asked Liz looking at me. “This is your room, help me clean it cause I’m not doing it by myself!” she remarked.
“Okay, no problem,” I said and came closer to her. “What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Well, try cleaning out your closet because God only knows what sorts of things are living in there by now,” said Liz laughing. “Oh yeah, and I’m pretty sure that there’s something living under your bed too, so you might want to check that out,” she added.
“Once again, very funny,” I said but laughed anyway. For the next four hours, Liz and me worked hard to clean up my room. And just for the record, Liz was wrong, there was nothing living in my closet or under my bed.

Liz’s point of view

“Bye, I’ll miss you guys,” I said as I hugged all of them. They were leaving for Germany and I didn’t want to see them go.
“We’ll miss you too, but remember, it’s only one week,” said Brian and hugged me tightly.
“Yeah, one week, that’s seven days too many,” I replied.
“We’ll be back before you know it,” promised Kevin and kissed my forehead.
“That and we’ll call so much, that you’ll get sick of us in no time,” said Howie grinning and hugged me.
“No chance of that happening,” I commented and went to hug AJ.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said mischievously.
“Very funny AJ,” I said and he laughed.
“Don’t turn my house upside down,” warned Nick and jokingly shook his finger at me.
“Not gonna happen, last time I checked, that was your job,” I said laughing and hugged him. I don’t know if it was my imagination or not, but it felt like Nick’s hug lingered a little too long, not that I minded.
“Okay, see ya Liz!” called out all of the guys as they got into their van and drove off to the airport. I waved to them till I could no longer see the car.

FOUR DAYS LATER

I was reading a book in the living room when the doorbell rang. I had no idea who it could be but I hoped that maybe the guys were back early and wanted to surprise me. I eagerly ran to open the door, and when I did I found myself face to face with an unfamiliar man.
“Yes, may I help you?” I asked.
“Hi, I’m a part of the Backstreet Boys security team, and I was wondering if I could speak to Nick for a moment?” requested the man.
A cold shudder ran through me as the realization hit me: the man was lying. Since the guys were all in Germany, their entire security team was with them. “Um, Nick’s not here right now, but if you can come back in a few days, I’m sure he’ll be glad to talk to you,” I uttered and tried not to show my fear. All of my senses were screaming at me to run but my legs remained frozen to the spot. I was petrified.
A cruel smile spread over the man’s face and I realized that he knew that I knew that he was lying. “That’s okay, you’ll do just fine,” he said and began to advance towards me.
At that moment my common sense took over and I started running. I could hear the man’s heavy footsteps coming closer and closer behind me. I wildly looked around for a place to hide but saw nothing. I tried knocking over everything I could to maybe slow the man down, but it didn’t help. A few seconds later the man caught up with me and his large arms closed around my waist and neck.
“You’ll do just fine,” he repeated softly and then I felt something strike my head. Before everything went black, my last thought was of Nick.

TWO DAYS LATER
Nick’s point of view

I listened as the phone continued to ring. Finally, after ten rings I hung up and ran a hand through my hair.
“Guys, she’s not picking up the phone,” I said to them and they all looked at me.
“Maybe she’s not home,” suggested Brian, but I could see that he was beginning to get worried.
“I called her cell phone,” I informed him and sighed anxiously.
“Maybe she left her phone at home and went to the mall or something,” said Howie.
“I’ve been calling for two days, and nothing! I either got the machine, or her cell ringing and ringing,” I said frustratingly.
“Do you think something happened?” said AJ, asking the question that we were all afraid to consider.
“God I hope not,” I said and got up from my seat in the recording room. “We leave here tomorrow and I really hope that there is a good explanation for why Liz isn’t picking up the phone,” I said and stared out the window.
“Actually Nick, if you want, you can leave today,” said Kevin all of a sudden.
I turned to look at him sharply. “Really?” I asked hopefully.
“Yeah, I mean you’ve recorded your parts of both songs, I don’t see why you should hang around here and worry about Liz. This way, you can go home, find that everything is fine and that Liz forgot her phone or didn’t hear the other one or something, and you can tell us about it and we can all stop worrying,” he replied.
“Great! I’m going to the airport right now!” I declared. I grabbed my stuff, said bye to the guys and was on my way home.
Many long hours later I was standing in front of my house as I searched my pockets for my keys. Then I noticed something odd, the front door was slightly ajar. Panic shot through me as I opened the door and looked inside my house. Right away I knew something had gone terribly wrong. All the way through the hallway, things were thrown around and there were signs of a struggle.
“LIZ!!!!!” I screamed out and ran through the house looking for her. I found nothing. My blood ran cold as I noticed a note lying near the open front door. I slowly walked up to it and picked it up using the corner of my shirt, as to not smudge any fingerprints that might be on there.
The note said:
Listen up pretty boy; I’ve got your girlfriend. The only way you can get her back is if you pay me one million dollars and leave it in the abandoned warehouse near the Boat Marina at five o’clock on July 13. If you won’t show up there, she dies. If I see any cops there, she dies. If anything goes wrong, she dies. Get the picture? So do as I say cause you know what will happen if you don’t.
The note fell from my hands as I took in what had happened. How long had the note been there? Why didn’t I go back sooner? Maybe I could’ve done something to help Liz! Was she even still alive? I didn’t know the answers to any of those questions, but what I did know was that July 13 was the following day and if I didn’t come up with one million dollars by then, Liz was gonna die.


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