The next morning, she was out cold. A knock came on the door followed by a call. I rushed to the door, opening it to see Finn. "Finn? What the hell do you want?" I asked, slapping back on the accent. "I was wonderin' where Bayley was, she wasn't in the room with the other two," He responded less worriedly. "She's in here with me, how was your night with Bex?" I asked. Her name came out more bitter than I expected, and Finn jumped all over it. "It was fine," He scoffed, "An' why the 'ell do ya got a problem with Bex all of a sudden?" He said louder than before, his accent quickly became heavy. "She always had to one-up me in Ireland, an' now I'm not lettin' her," I yelled. "Well, I don't know what to say besides-" He ended his statement with a furious punch. I stupidly, and very quickly, hit back, a fight obviously ensuing. We were going back and forth until Bayley ran up, fear (tears in all honesty) welled in her eyes. "Guys, stop!" She yelled, hoping to break the two of us up. She started pushing us apart until... wham! She was nailed square in the cheek by one of Finn's punches. She tumbled to the floor, cupping her red cheek and letting the tears fall. I had only one way of reacting to this, and it ain't a good one. "What the bloody 'ell man?!" I practically screamed, "Get the fuck out of my room!" I ran to Bayley's aid, devastated I let the tensions rise to that level. "I am so sorry Bay, I should've never let myself do that," I said, not even being able to face her. "Its fine, the fact that Finn did this is what hurts," She said, the tears from her face stopping as she coughed and sniffled. Seeing her like this made me feel worse than I already do. I pulled her into my embrace, and I wished this was some wicked, twisted, sick dream, but it wasn't. I just wanted to hold her forever. Was I proud of what I've done? I sure as hell wasn't, but after, I get to hold her for as long as I'm able to.
Bayley POV
I woke up alone oddly enough. Usually Sean was with me, but today, he wasn't. I slowly got up. I remembered exactly why I was here. I was just that stupid. I was around violent people, even cool headed ones such as Finn. He hit me. It kept ringing through my mind, how he and Neville had hurt me, Neville more though. "Bay. You still here?" A voice called as the door opened. I jolted at the voice, it was Finn's. Two figures walked into the room, putting down bags. "Bayley, get up. We brought food," Finn yelled. Sean was being too quiet, especially around me, though I know why he is quiet. I climbed out of his bed, nearly falling as I do so. The three of us laughed, finally seeming as if the incident never happened. "Finally, she's out of bed," Sean joked. Finn let out a chuckle before saying, "So that's how hard you fucked her last night, huh?" He joked. We both had a bright shade of red come over our face. "You wish," Sean said, lightly pushing Finn, "Only you would want to know that." All three of us got back to dying of laughter once again. Now I know for sure all of this morning's tension was gone.
Sean POV
I headed to the Performance Center with Bayley. We had finished up breakfast with Finn. For once he didn't pull up Becky, and I was grateful as all hell. The center was not at all crowded, only a few wrestlers here and there. Finn and Becky were two of those few, but we could probably avoid them.
One hour later...
I was ready to leave. Training was really a bitch today, all the shit I enjoy doing was unavailable. Bayley was also just about done, tired of seeing Sasha with Sami. I waited for her to finish and I'm getting the fuck outta there. She came out a little while later, dressed in a baggy shirt and sweatpants. We headed back to the hotel, not really talking on the way back.
She wasn't looking at me even while in the room. "Bayley, what's going on? We haven't said a word to each other since this morning," I said, a worried look coming across my face. She turned around, tears welling in her eyes. "Okay, look. I'm a mess," She started, "I just don't get it." I was a bit confused, but I had to help her than to be silent. "What don't you get?" I continued to ask. "I don't get how you stay calm around all these couples and shit. Does it get to you as well, how they always have PDAs or shit?" She continued. The tears were almost rolling down her face, almost. "I've just seen the ins and outs of this game, its almost like a book at this point," I told her. "I just want to know what its like to be in love," She said, the tears finally rolling down her face. I wanted to help her. I pulled her in for a kiss, wanting so much more, but this was fine. I pulled away, only staring, eyes full of shock, yet also full of happiness. "Are you okay?" I asked, fully aware of her surprise and her glee. "I'm fine," She said, "It just was so sudden and... I... I loved it." I let out a sigh of relief. The look in her eyes had changed from shock to lustful. "Bay, get the look outta your eye. I'm not doing that," I said, putting a hand up to her shoulder. A knock that scared both of us had come, her quickly running to under the bed. I answered the door, my face freezing up at the site of Neville. "Where the hell is Bayley? I know she's here somewhere." He said, barging into my room. "Look, she ain't 'ere and that's that," I told him, a lot more bitter than I planned. "She's been all over town with you, and you're gonna claim she ain't here." I just wanted to show her how much more I cared, that the kiss was more than it was. I wish she knew that she deserved better than him. It sounds so douchey, but it was true. "I told ya she ain't 'ere, so she ain't 'ere," I said, blood nearly boiling. "I'll take you're word for now, now, that is," He threatened, walking away. I ran up and locked the door, calling out to Bayley. I heard a sob come from underneath the bed. I kneeled down and helped her out from under the bed. "Bay. You know I'd never let him find you," I started, "I love having you around too much to let him take you and hurt you. You're a great person, loving, caring, funny, and so much more that I can't even list them all down." I hugged her tightly. "You know I love you Bayley," I told her. She looked up, shock overtaking her face. "No, no, no. You're just telling me this, right?" She asked, genuinely surprised. "No. I was never joking about this. I really love you," I said, finally having her believe me. "No. I don't deserve this good. Charlotte and Alexa were right, I'm nothing more than some fan girl from California," She said, doubting and selling herself way too short. "They were never right, they tried to make you think you were worthless, and even if you were, you mean the world to me," I said, wanting to help her. She never had this push to be a champion, and it doesn't seem like she will soon. I want to help, but I can't. I'm just another mid-carder for now, and she's a top star, and to be honest, I don't deserve this good. "What has he done to make you this afraid of him anyways?" I asked. I feared the answer, but I needed to know. "He abuses me." That was the bottom line. He hurts her for his pleasure. "Why'd you let him?" I asked back. "I... I just knew w-what he wanted and let him have it," She sobbed, the tears rolling down her cheeks again. I pulled her tightly to my shoulder (she was either that tall, or I'm that short). I never wanted to hold someone as much in my life before, and I've had an actual girlfriend.