I watched the sunlight slowly crawl across the far wall, I'd hardly slept all night, guess that's what you get for snorting coke 24/7. Lucas was such a peaceful sleeper, he hardly moved or made a sound. I was pretty sure he must have a dead arm by now seeing as it had been wrapped underneath me for literally the whole night. Christ I needed a hit but I didn't want to move. It felt nice, just laying here in his arms. I tilted my head slightly, looking up into his sleeping face, his mouth slightly open, his warm breath suddenly on my face. I smiled, hesitantly lifting my hand, being careful not to wake him as I ran my finger across his bottom lip. He began to stir mere seconds later though. I quickly removed my hand, and tried to shuffle away from him but his strong arms held me tightly. I sucked on my bottom lip apprehensively as he flared his nostrils and exhaled heavily before his eyes began to flicker open. He yawned loudly, slowly looking down at me with sleepy eyes. 'Hey' He murmured, smiling as he absentmindedly trailed circles on the top of my arm.

'Hi' We just laid there, in a comfortable silence, listening to one another breathe for what felt like forever. It was nice, I felt safe. It was nice to not have to say anything- there were no arguments, no tears, no bitter comments, just us, in each others arms.

'Do you want to go get breakfast? There's this place round the corner that I always go to' He mumbled into my hair, stretching his legs out. No, don't move, I didn't want to get up, I didn't want to face the reality outside these four walls. I just wanted to feel content for a few more minutes and savour the feeling of him snuggled up against me. I murmured against his chest, complaining as he went to move. 'We can't stay in bed all day- there is a world out there'

'OK' I reluctantly nodded.

'So you want to go out for breakfast?

'I'd like that' Maybe I could continue pretending everything was alright for a bit longer, I liked pretending to be his girlfriend. I laughed as he craned his neck up, leaving a smudge of concealer on his pillow.

'What?'

'Your eye' I smirked, pointing to the remnants of make up.

'Oh' He laid back down, smiling. 'I forgot about that'

'Me too' I smirked, brushing my finger gently over his messed up eye. 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you come up to mine the other day, this wouldn't have happened otherwise'

'You're not the one who hit me' He eyed my physique as if he very much doubted I could harm anyone.

'I can put up a fight' I announced, argumentatively.

'I'm sure you could' He murmured sarcastically. I sat up right, swinging into action like a fucking idiot- attempting to pin his arms down and prove my strength but of course I had no chance; in seconds I was laying flat on my back, with him hovering over me, both of us breathing heavily, me giggling like a stupid little girl as he tickled my sides. 'Yes you're very strong' He mumbled patronisingly. I took a deep breath, smiling as his hands stilled and he brushed a stray lock out of my eyes, giving me a perfect view of his face. Why'd he have to be so god dam beautiful. He leaned in rubbing his nose against mine softly, staring into my eyes and silently asking permission to kiss me. I looked at him unsurely before hesitantly nodding and allowing him to kiss me like never before. It was gentle at first but it soon became frantic as his hands were all over me, possessively covering each and every inch of my skin and it felt...I don't know, it just felt right. He suddenly pulled away, looking at me with lustful eyes.

'Shall we go then?' He asked breathlessly, shifting himself as far away from me as possible, as if he was afraid I might just break or maybe he was afraid of what would happen if he didn't pull away.

'Mhm' I nodded. Yes we definitely needed to get out of this room, anything to stop me, distract me from wanting nothing more than to kiss him all day. I had to keep reminding myself that I didn't love him- I just liked the idea of him, this isn't my life, I'm not his girlfriend.

I could feel my cheeks blushing as I watched him read the newspaper as I sipped on my coffee, I just could't seem to tear my eyes away from him. I shook my head embarrassedly, this had to stop and quickly, I couldn't allow myself to fall for Lucas fucking Scott, not again.

He spluttered out his coffee and looked at me wide eyed. 'What?' I mumbled conscientiously.

'Er' He shook his head confusedly.

'What's wrong?' I grabbed a napkin, leaning across the table and dabbing it round his mouth.

'Don't' He shushed my hand away, looking around apprehensively.

'Luke?' I hesitantly sat back in my seat, bewildered by his sudden bitter attitude toward me.

'I'm sorry' He immediately apologised, returning his eyes to me and staring at me intensely, 'I'm sorry- I, just' He sighed. 'Look' He past me the paper. A few pages in there was a title reading- "Lucas Scott, the famous author finds the love of his life again, the mysterious lady of his book- Peyton Sawyer" I bit my lip. Oh fuck, oh fucking shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I scanned the paragraph beneath. They didn't know anything about me. It's alright, it was mainly about the book- about me in high school not me now, they had none of my tragic history, just my name. You could do a lot with a name though, it wouldn't take them bloody long to dish up the dirt.

'You said they wouldn't' I whispered dumb founded. This was bad. If Rick found this. I shook my head at the thought. Fuck- Rick, I hadn't spoken to him in the last couple of days, I was bloody in for it. I'd been so wrapped up in Lucas fucking Scott I'd completely forgotten about my sodding phone, I bet I've got a load of fucking messages and death threats by now.

'I'm sorry Peyton, I thought they wouldn't, I told them not too'

I dropped my head into my hands tiresomely. What the fuck were we going to do.

'I think we should go back to mine' He suddenly mumbled, looking past me, through the large coffee shop windows, a look of panic on his weary face. I spun round, peering through the glass, swallowing thickly as a camera aimed in my direction flashed. He stood abruptly, grabbing my arm in a fierce grip and lifting me off my seat in one swift motion. I gasped, reaching my hand out and grabbing my coat before he dragged me out of there. He paused at the door, holding my hand tightly. 'You ok?' I nodded nervously. 'Here' He helped me slip my jacket on and gave me a reassuring look before swinging the door open and leading me through the group of paparazzi. I don't bloody understand- it's not like he's a celebrity- he's a bloody author for fuck sake.

'Lucas, Lucas Scott/ 'Lucas Scott is this the girl in your book?/ The love of your life/ The girl / Peyton Sawyer' Random people were shouting, My legs suddenly turned to jelly, I didn't like being in this crowd of people, I just wanted to get out. He released my hand for a second and I looked at him lividly, what the hell was he doing? Was he going to leave me here? Seconds later his arm was around me again, his jacket shielding my face from the flashes.

'We're nearly there, hold on' He whispered to me, barely audible over all the shouts, but it didn't matter, I knew he'd get me out of here because after all Lucas Scott always was the saviour.