AN: So sorry it took so long to update so I'm gonna give you guys two chapters! I hope you like them. I'm kinda going with the flow. What ever pops in my head I write. So bear with me here.

Chapter 10: I Need You

Taylor's POV

I was in tears by the time I got to Sheamus' room. "I hate you Stephen." He got up leaving Layla on the couch. "What did I do you now?"

"Your stupid plan backfired."

"That's it?"

"No! And why didn't you tell me you and Layla were dating! I'm so happy for you." He grinned and nodded. "Do ye mind? We're going out but I could stay here if ye need me." I shook my head. "I'll be fine. You waited long enough for this. Enjoy yourself. I'll see you when you get back." When they were gone I wiped my tears and smiled. I made myself some popcorn and sat on the couch watching SpongeBob. The day after I broke up with Punk Maria told me everything. Punk was telling the truth but I still wanted to go ahead with Sheamus' plan. I'm glad I did because he was so hot hen he was jealous. I also wanted to see how serious he was about our relationship. And that kiss-. It took everything I had to push him away. I just hope it didn't push him away. My phone started ringing; pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at the name and smiled. "Hello?" I said as sad as I could. "Were you crying?"

"Why do you care?"

"Because I care about you." He still did.

"Oh I see and for your information, I wasn't crying."

"Yeah, right. Where's Sheamus?"

"Out with Layla."

"That bastard! I'm gonna beat him so-"

"Don't you dare lay a hand on him. If you do I swear you'll never see me again."

"Fine, I won't touch him. Are you gonna be okay? Do you need a place to stay tonight?"

"I'll be fine. Bye."

"Are you sure?"

"Bye." I hung up the phone and returned my focus to the TV screen; if I told him what I did he'd be pretty pissed. I shrugged and put a handful of popcorn n my mouth. "Nobody messes with Taylor Cooper." I said to myself.

CM Punk's POV

"You ready to be serious now?" Taylor was on the couch in my hotel room in a custom made 'Brogue Kick' tank top and black shorts, she was bare feet. "Where are your shoes?"

"Why would I wear shoes to walk ten steps?"

"I see. So how are you and Sheamus?"

"Huh?"

"Are you guys still talking and stuff?"

"Yeah, we're still talking and stuff." I nodded, "Even after what he did?"

"Yes, even after what he did."

"But that's not fair!"

"What's not fair?"

'I didn't kiss Maria and you dump me and Sheamus kisses Layla and you still talk to him. That's total bull."

"I know you didn't kiss Maria."

"No! Don't you sit there and—wait you knew? How?"

"Maria told me. She said as much as she hated your breakup she felt bad for what she did." I smiled. "Really now? When did she tell you this?"

"The day after we broke up."

"The day after we broke up! You mean to tell me you knew and you still were with Sheamus!"

"Yeah… and no."

"What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that Sheamus and I were never together. He's like a brother to me. I went to him the night we broke up and we decided to fight fire with fire; or in our case jealousy with jealousy."

"So you were never with Sheamus?"

"No, I never was."

"But I saw you guys together so many times and you were always touchy with each other."

"Did you ever see us kiss?"

"No."

"Exactly, and to be honest you were the only one who ever saw us together."

"Wow, and you had me thinking that the whole time. Why?"

"Because I was angry at you for what you did. It made me feel like I was nothing, like I didn't mean anything. So I wanted to return the favor."

"You wanted to make me jealous?"

"Yup." I shrugged, "Well too bad because your plan didn't work."

"Yeah, right! And you always being in the room next to Sheamus and I proved that?"

"Pssht, yeah it does." I was stuttering. She got up and tapped my chest. "Yeah Phil, sure it does." She walked pass me and went into the kitchen, I followed her. "Phil?"

"That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yeah… hey can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Where does this leave us?"

"Where does what leave us?" she had an evil smile on her face. "You know what I mean."

"Do I now?" I stepped to her; she kept going backwards till her butt hit the counter. I leaned forward until my face was inches away from her. "I think you do."

"Please don't do this Phil." She was getting nervous. "Don't do what?" she looked up at me, "Don't kiss me. You'll rake up old feelings." I smirked and inched closer to her. "Well in that case…" I kissed her and this time she reacted immediately; locking her hand around my neck. I placed her on the counter and deepened the kiss. It was perfect until her phone rang. She broke the kiss, I went to kiss her again but she squeezed my lips between her fingers. "Hello?"

"Oh, no Stephen. But I thought we were leaving until tomorrow."

"Oh, I get it. Well I'll just get a ride with the tour bus. Tell Layla I said hello. And Stephen, behave."

"Ha-ha yeah 'kay. I'll see you when I get there."

"Bye, love ya too mayo." She let go of my lips and jumped off the counter. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my hotel room….where are you…going?"

"Ha-ha vey funny. Why don't you stay here a while? We could talk or something. It's only 8:00."

"Oh crap! You have a meet and greet in the lobby in 30 minutes!"

"What! Why didn't you tell?"

"I did retard. You were just so obsessed about Sheamus and me that you never listened."

"I was never obse-"

"Don't care. Go get ready. You've got 15 minutes to get down there and I mean it! I'll be down there later."

I thought her 'later' meant like 30 minutes; turns out it meant an hour. My fingers were numb from signing so many autographs and my cheeks burned from smiling for so many pictures. I looked up at the line of screaming fans and the line looked like it had doubled. "Well you don't look happy." Taylor said walking toward me. She was in full CM Punk gear; a custom made CM Punk t-shirt, skinny jeans and black converse. "Well look who decided to show up." I said as she placed a few markers, picture and a bottle of Pepsi on the table. "Hey! You better get in line like everyone else!" someone shouted from the crowd. She stood up on a chair and shouted."Hey everyone! I'm Taylor; Punk's manager. Now he's got just about 3 more hours here. So, I assure you, everyone will get a chance to see him." She got off the chair. "Three hours! But that takes me to 11:30pm" she shrugged. "You've got fans to attend to Punk. I'll be right here next to ya."

At exactly 12:00am we were at Taylor's room. "Well I'll see you in the morning Phil. Bye."

"You didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"The kiss, does it mean we're back together?"

"I don't know Phil."

"Please give us another chance."

"I don't know."

"I need you."

"Goodnight Phil." She got on her tiptoes, placed her hands on my shoulder and kissed me. When she pulled away she give me a knowing smile, then she disappeared behind the door. "Goodnight Taylor." I smiled.

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