*four weeks later*
Brian's POV:
In the past month Brian and Ezra had grown closer and closer. Whenever they were free from dance practice or performing, they spend time together. Some days Brian taught Ezra how to play the keyboard, but usually they were just hanging out, talking and stuff.
In this time Brian had grown a major crush on Ezra, but was afraid to admit it. He didn't want to ruin their friendship. Sure, he had friends, but nothing like this. It was kind of hard to get real friends when you were famous. Dating was even harder. He couldn't just go around date random people he'd just met and then break up after a few week. Brian didn't even know if Ezra was even into guys, and he was probably not.
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They were now in Paris, France. The tour had lasted almost two months, still it wasn't even halfway over. Brian stood backstage, getting ready for the show. Ezra was there too, since he was a background dancer.
"You nervous?" Ezra asked him. Brian looked at him confused, how did he know? "You are always biting your lower lip when you are nervous", Ezra continued as if he'd read Brian’s thoughts.
"Oh. Ehh, no I’m okay." Brian lied. Usually he wasn't this nervous before a concert, but for some reason he was much more nervous today.
Ezra looked at him and smile. "First of all, I can tell when you're lying. And second, you are going to do just fine, I promise." Brian smiled back at the brunette. In the light his eyes looked sparkling blue, a mix between the colour of the sea and the sky on a clear day.
"Everyone get ready, we start in 5!" the man with the megaphone yelled and Brian was ripped out of his thoughts. Ezra gave him a thumb up and Briangave him a sideways smile before he walked out on stage.
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Brian walked out of the shower and pulled on some pants. As he was drying his hair with the towel, Ezra walked into his room.
"Hey, Bry!" he said happily. Ezra was the only one who dared to call Brian ‘Bry’. Even through Brian normally hated being called nicknames, he didn’t actually mind it when it was Ezra.
"Oh, hi," Brian answered and throw his towel onto the bathroom floor when his hair was dry enough. Ezra walked in and closed the door behind him.
"So, whatcha doin'?" Ezra asked
"I was just taking a shower after the concert," Brian said, stating the obvious. "It was pretty exhausting." Ezra nodded in agreement. A short silence followed and Brian felt Ezra’s eyes on him. He blushes when he realized he hadn’t yet put on a shirt. Ezra smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his neck.
"So," Brian said, breaking the slightly award silence. "Do you want to go grab a coffee or something tomorrow? I'm free and I want to see Paris before we leave for the next concert." Normally, Brian would have gone alone but he found out it would be nice to go with Ezra. As friends of course, because that's all they were, friends. Ezra was straight, obviously. Straight as a stick. And even if he had been gay, hypothetically, why would he fancy him?
"Sure, I've always wanted to go see Paris and walking through the streets of the city of love," ezra answered with a big smile. "But I have a dance practice in the morning, and I'm done 12:30 I think."
"Great," Brian said smiling. " Then we'll go after that."
There was another silence for some seconds, but not the awkward one. Then Brian realized he was still shirtless. A deep blush instantly appeared on his cheeks and he looked away.
"I...I should probably put on a shirt." he said, still blushing. He walked to the drawers beside his bed and pulled out a t-shirt, black of course, and put it on. Ezra blushed too, standing there rather awkwardly
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