Can A Song Save Your Life? (An Adam Levine / The Voice FanFiction)

The first thing Heather said when she saw me after the Battle was, “You’re going to have sex with him.”

I had met up with her at the back exit of the building once all of my interviews and press-related activities were done, knowing I'd only have a few minutes with her before I was ushered back to the hotel. I knew from the moment Adam stole me that she would definitely have words for me. But even I wouldn't have guessed they'd be so direct.

“Excuse me?” I replied.

“Adam. You’re having sex with him. And then babies. Just saying.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ve been out of a relationship for barely any time. And he’s Adam Levine.”

“Yeah. The Adam Levine who just stole you in the best way possible and had a very intimate looking conversation with you after the fact,” Heather pointed out.

I knew that telling her about the night we’d spent together in the same hotel room, however platonic it may have been, would be a very bad idea. So I just shook my head. “He just believes in me. Which is amazing, but not half as sexual as you seem hell-bent on making it.”

Heather sighed. “Whatever. I'll drop it, for now. You did amazingly, Banana. You’re going to make it to lives, I just know it.”

“I hope so,” I sighed. I picked up my Starbucks, which I pretty much had an endless supply of now that I was on The Voice. It was the shows biggest sponsor, to my knowledge, and the contestants were encouraged to have a Starbucks cup in their hands at all time.

We were walking out of the Voice building, about to part ways. I was going to the hotel with the rest of the Voice contestants, where I would be rooming with a Team Adam girl named Mavis. I turned to her and stopped her before we hit the point where we would be going in different directions, I to the parking lot with the Voice vans and Heather to the general parking area.

“Can I tell you something?”

Heather looked intrigued. “That’s a stupid question. Of course.”

“I…I’ve met Adam before. Before The Voice. I didn’t want to be on his team at first because of it.”

Heather’s jaw dropped. “What?”

“You can’t tell anyone. I doubt the producers would like it if they knew I had a history with him, even if it’s not much. It’s why I chose Blake at first.”

“When? What? How? Where?” she blustered.

“I was nineteen. That benefit at the hospital that my aunt invited me to? Remember? The one where Maroon 5 played?”

“Oh, right!” Heather exclaimed. “I remember being so jealous. What could’ve happened between you guys to make you want to avoid him?”

I sighed. “It’s kind of a long story. Basically, I was a wreck, and he saw me when I was kind of a disgusting mess of tears and snot and it was pretty bad. I didn’t want to relive it.”

“What happened there?” she asked, surprised and concerned.

“Nothing worth mentioning. Just me being stupid, to be honest. The point is, he knows me, and…we just can’t let the producers find out, okay?”

“Of course,” Heather said. “I’m glad you told me. It makes everything make more sense.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling relieved. It was nice having the weight of it off of my chest. “Well, I should probably go. Long day tomorrow. We start prepping for Knockouts.”

“You’re going to do great!” Heather said. “I’ll send the love to your dad and sister.”

“Thanks,” I said, giving her a hug. “I’ll see you around.”