It had taken a good 20 minutes to get Nick to stop shaking. His eyes were wide, his face pale. He remembered it perfectly - what it felt like being at the barrel of a gun.
The fans were screaming his name, chanting the songs they wanted to hear. He loved it. He loved the rush and feeling of being on stage. He looked out into the crowd, smiling as he scanned the excited expressions. His eyes fell on Stella. She was grinning back at him, but to his confusion, Macy seemed out of focus. He stared as her head whipped up, her body turning. He looked in the same direction, searching for what she was looking for. He looked back to see her sitting at the edge of the stage. She turned her head, fear in her eyes. He saw it that time. He saw the gun - pointed at him. He froze, and only moved again when Macy tackled him to the ground. He heard the loud BANG and saw the bullet pierce the stage wall behind him.
He gripped Macy's hand tightly, staring into space. They were backstage, Macy answering a few police men's questions. Stella and his brothers were off to the side, talking to his parents. Nick was nearly clinging to Macy's side in fear. Why? Why would someone hate him enough to want him dead? His breath hitched and his body began shaking again at the thought. Death. Such a simple thing. It happens so easily. Too easily. He felt Macy's arms around him and the tears he'd been desperately trying to hold in finally fell. His screams of fear and pain could of broken your heart.
"Macy? You awake?" A voice asked as someone shook her shoulder. She forced her eyes open.
"Stella?" She sat up, but felt weight holding her from standing. She payed no attention to it, thinking it was only her imagination. "Oh, I had the weirdest dream last night!" She exclaimed.
"What are you talking about, Mace?"
"Well, we were at a concert and some guy had a gun-"
"That wasn't a dream, Macy." Stella said, tears brimming her eyes. Macy stared, shocked.
"It-It wasn't?" Her voice cracked. "Oh-Oh my God. Where's....Where's Nick? Is he okay?" Stella pointed behind her. She turned her head. Nick's arm was wrapped securely (and rather tightly) around her waist, his head buried in her pillow. She blinked.
"He wouldn't let go of you." Stella said. "You saved his life."
"I don't...I don't even know how, though. I just, I saw it. What was gonna happen and..." She stared at her blanket covered lap, her eyes wide. They heard Nick mumbling as he shifted slightly.
"I'm gonna go." Stella said quickly, nearly running out of the room. Macy stayed still. His arm loosened for a moment before he turned over, his back to her. She bit her lip, carefully crawling out from under the covers. She tip-toed to the door, peaking out into the hall. From what she could see, they were in a hotel. She couldn't remember what had happened after the...incident. She quietly closed the door, making her way to another one. Bathroom. She sighed, stepping in. She stood in front of the sink, frowning at her image in the mirror. She looked horrible. Her hair tangled, make up running. She dabbed the small towel in warm water, cleaning off her face. She ran the brush (which Stella probably brought for her) through her hair, desperately trying to look decent.
"Macy?" She heard a voice call. She paused for a moment, thinking she had heard things. "Macy?" The voice sounded frantic, afraid. She walked out quickly. Nick was already out the door.
"Nick?" He whirled around, eyes softening.
"Macy." He said gently, walking over in a few large strides and bringing her into his arms, hiding his face in her hair. She blushed slightly. Her hair was greasy and she probably smelled bad, so why didn't he pull away? His grip only tightened as she went to pull back. She wrapped her arms cautiously around him. He relaxed.
"Are you okay?" She whispered. A small nod. "You're sure?"
"Mhm." He answered, pulling away slightly to look in her eyes. "Don't leave me." She stared, eyes glistening with tears just from the tone of his voice. "Please don't leave me, Macy."
"I won't." She shook her head, tears falling. "I won't ever." She buried her face in the crook of his neck, arms tightening. His hands caressed her back soothingly as she sobbed. The bravery she'd felt last night had vanished completely. She was scared. No. She was terrified.
They had moved to the bed moments later and just lied there in each other's arms for hours. No one came. No one called. Macy could of sworn she'd heard Kevin's voice about an hour ago, but someone who sounded a lot like Stella came in and they both faded. She was confused. What was really going on?
"Nick." She mumbled against his skin.
"Hm?"
"I, uh.." Her cheeks heated up. "I need to shower." He didn't budge. "Nick?"
"Can I.." He started. "I don't...You.."
"Wh-What?"
"I need to shower, too." He said quickly. "And...I-I'm scared." She understood what he meant.
"You mean...B-But.." She stuttered, unable to come up with a reply. Given the situation, of course she'd be scared to be alone. She understood how he felt, because she felt the same way. Anything could happen at any moment, and it'd be over. They could die so easily. Realization dawned on her. "Okay." She whispered, sitting up. He followed suit, watching her expression. "Okay." She repeated, voice stronger. Life was a fragile thing. She wanted to cherish the time she had left, because honestly, she didn't even know how much she truly had. He shuffled after her as she walked into the bathroom. He closed the door behind them, locking it. She set the water before heading to the closet and grabbing two towels. Nick stared at the ground, fumbling with the hem of his shirt. "Nick?" He looked up. She stood in front of him, smiling warmly. The steam began clouding around them, the sound of the water the only thing they could hear. He leaned down, carefully studying her expression before pressing his lips against hers. Her arms wrapped around his neck, his around her petite frame all together.
Nick ruffled the towel through Macy's hair, laughing as it covered her face. She giggled, shoving him away slightly. She had already dressed herself in her under garments, and was in the process of buttoning up Nick's shirt. Their hair was damp, hers carelessly dripping down her back, and his trickling down his neck. He pulled up his pants, lazily tying the pajama strings loosely. As she got the last button done, she leaned against him, smiling as he kissed the side of her head.
They were officially living their lives to the fullest.
Together.
If you think I'm finished with this story, YOU ARE SO WRONG. O_o
Yes, they had sex. So don't bother asking. XD
It'll all be explained later. Later as in more chapters.
School's started, so it may take me a while. We got a three day weekend, hence why I'm updating right now.
OHMYGOD. Camp Rock is on. Gotta jet. ;D
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