Part 2

At the arena, Stephen showed Teasha around. Introducing her to anyone they happened to meet. In all honesty he was just happy to be next to her, hearing her laugh and seeing her smile. He couldn't ask for more. He shook that thought, and let the words scramble in his mind again. He wanted to ask for more but he couldn't. He had taken many risks in his life, but this was one that he was stumbling over, unable to make a decision.

"Finally you're here, Stu's been asking for you. Teasha!" Stephen was quickly sidelined as Monica leapt on Teasha, hugging her tightly. "I was wondering when you would show your face."

"How are you? It's been too long and you work too hard." Teasha laughed. Getting in touch with Monica was difficult, never mind her busy schedule, she always worked nonstop which was why she was the best at her job.

"Trust me I know, Stu tells me all the time. Come on, his locker room is down here." Monica gestured to one of the never ending corridors.

"Nice to see yeh too, Monica." Stephen whined, now being completely ignored.

"I see you every damn day Stephen." Monica and Teasha laughed as Stephen frowned. Before he could get a word in, Monica was dragging Teasha down the corridor.

Stephen watched her, mesmerised as she glanced over her shoulder sending him an apologetic smile. He loved seeing her smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. It was infectious. He wanted her.

He carried on down the corridor, following Monica and Teasha as they laughed and joked with each other. He rolled his suitcase behind him, thinking of all the possible things to say to Teasha. Walking into the locker room he witnessed Stu hugging Teasha, she got along with his friends, another reason to add to his list of why she was perfect.

Sat front row, Teasha couldn't stop the smile that was spread across her face. Stephen had pulled out all the stops to make her day more memorable than ever. Though she was trying to enjoy her time more than ever, in the back of her mind she knew it would all be over soon. Though she was there on her own, she screamed as loud as she could for Stephen, drowning out those around her. His match against Cody Rhodes was fast and quick paced, battling with each other in and out of the ring.

15 minutes into the match and Stephen won with the high cross, he was celebrating in the ring. Teasha waved at him out of habit but he smiled back, sending her heart racing. Just as he jumped to the outside of the ring, he started brawling with Stephen again. Cody speared him into the steel steps, his head hitting the edge with some force. Cody was pulled away by the referee, leaving Stephen laid out on the floor, slowly picking himself up.

Teasha could only watch on in horror from her position behind the barricade. Stephens forehead was dripping with blood, slowly his face being stained bright red. Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to shout something to him, but the shock had taken over her body. Glancing down at her backstage pass, she quickly moved through the crowd of people who were gasping and muttering words of concern. Teasha tried to block their words out as she apologised to those she accidentally bumped into in her hurried state, but they were louder than ever, and the image of Stephen was bright and vivid, his sharp grey eyes glossy and distant.

Not being able to stop herself, she glanced over her shoulder. Stephen had his arm slung over the referee's shoulders, who was doing his best to give him some support. Feeling sick to her stomach Teasha carried on through the arena until she made it outside. Her heart was beating fast against her chest and her couldn't do anything but stand and catch her breath.

"Excuse me, are you okay?" Teasha turned sharply, shocked at the voice that had penetrated her thoughts. A young man stood; an employee at the arena by the way of his uniform.

"I'm fine, I just needed some fresh air." She smiled wryly at the young man who nodded and continued his circuit around the arena. Teasha delved into her bag, pulling her phone out and bringing up Monica's number.

"Hello?"

"Monica, it's Teasha. Where are you?"

"Are you okay?"

"No." Teasha sucked in a breath, trying her best not to cry. Reality had hit her like a freight train. She loved Stephen. She needed him. She just didn't know how to get him. Living half way around the world was her first obstacle.

"Come back the way Stephen brought you, I'll meet you there."Teasha quickly made her way outside, trying to trace her footsteps back from her earlier route. Grasping her backstage pass in her hand she flashed it at the security guard.

"She's with me." Teasha was relieved as Monica appeared, pulling her past the security guard. "What's wrong?"

"Stephen." Teasha managed to blurt out, and Monica instantly knew what she was referring to. She, along with many other people, had been watching backstage.

"He's in his locker room now, come on." Monica wrapped her arm across Teasha's shoulders, sending her a warm smile in an effort to comfort her. Monica walked her down the corridor until her phone when off again. "He's a tough guy Teasha, there's nothing that big ginger brute can't take."

Teasha nodded, thanking Monica before she had to rush off. Her words ran through her head. Of course he was a tough guy, but everyone had their weak spots. With a deep breath, Teasha burst into the room, startling Stephen who was bent over rummaging around in his gym bag. "Whoa, lass."

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Teasha rushed up to him. Nothing else mattered at that moment other than making sure he wasn't hurt. Her hands moved to cup his face, he had washed some of the blood off but the evidence was still staring back at her. She searched his eyes, worry and concern lining hers.

"Ah'm fine." Stephen smiled, her behaviour didn't surprise him. Her caring and kind nature was one of the most attractive things about her.

"Are you sure?" Stephen wrapped his hands around Teashas' wrists, gently prising her hands away from his face.

"What do ah have to do to make yeh believe me."

"I saw what happened, and the blood.." Teasha trailed off as the image appeared in her mind once again.

"It looks worse than it is." Stephen continued to hold her hands, his thumbs brushing across her soft skin. She let out a little sigh, finally coming to realise that he was right. "You're a sweet friend though." Stephen mentally punched himself. She was more than a friend he knew that, but he couldn't form the words to tell her.

Teashas smile faded, gently tugging her hands from his. "Is that all I am to you?"

"Yeah." Stephen lied, everything in his gut telling him to just tell her what he wanted but he was scared.

"I see, sorry I was worried about you." Teasha couldn't help herself. Stephens words stung. "I'll just go."

Stephen panicked. His chance slipping through his fingers with every passing second. "Teasha, don't go. Ah need yeh, lass." Teasha turned back to look at Stephen, he looked hurt and sad. All the emotions that were mirrored in her own features.

"No, you don't." She needed to get away from him before she broke down completely. Turning around she headed for the door, unable to get out quick enough. Stephens hands gripped onto her shoulders, stopping her mid-step.

"Don't leave me." He pulled her tight against his chest, slipping his arms around her.

"Stephen." Teasha sighed and turned around in his arms. "We're just friends, I get it. Don't do this to me."

"Yer special to me." Teashas mouth was clamped shut. She didn't want to speak, and with Stephens next move neither did he. He pressed his lips against hers, his big hands moving to frame her face. He tilted her head, holding her still so he could do as he pleased. He watched her eyes slip shut, her small hands moving to grip onto his wrists. He couldn't explain his joy as she sighed and melted at his touch. Hip lips gently massaged hers, one big hand slipping to the back of her head, this thick fingers entwining with her hair. The other moved to her neck, gently caressing her soft skin. Pulling back from her he watched the smile creep onto her face. "I don't know how, but we'll make this work. Yer more than just a friend. What do yeh say? Yeh willing to give us a go?"

Waiting on baited breath, Stephen pressed his forehead against hers, praying she would give him the answer he hoped for. Her lips curled into a smile and she brushed her thumb across his cheek. "Only you."

The End

A/N – Thank you moxxie23, ThatGirl54, wwemagpie, peeps8705, wades wife and xFindTheEnigmaWithinx for the lovely reviews. Hope you enjoyed the second part to that story :) Lou x