I don't own BTR.. sadly. Eh, thanks for all the lovely sweet reviews! Thanks so much to Katy honestly that made me feel so much better because I was so terrified about putting this up on here! Pictures and outfit's are on my page :) Much love, Sarah.
Julie dressed in a black dress which clings to her curves deliciously, a white suit jacket which is shoved up to her elbows so that you can see the black I love Kendall Knight rubber band which is tight on her four arm, I giggle as I look at that, it's just so Julie, my eyes then move to her hand. The large rock on her wedding finger is hardly unnoticeable and it should be, that thing cost me $900.000 then there her white gold wedding ring, we both have white cold because where both allergic to normal gold. I bite my lip as I glance down her long tan legs which have been made even longer but her white killer heels. "Screw the Grammy's lets go back upstairs!" I hiss, pulling on her hand, she giggles but resists me.
"That good huh?" She giggles nervously, pre-show nerves, she's been to a thousand award shoes yet still she gets these nerves, like I used to when I was younger and was about to go on stage, especially when I had 'sexual frustration' I felt that if I saw a hot girl in the crowed I would blow a load in front of thousands of people and that would have killed my good boy image, thank god I ditched that when I turned seventeen and had to 'fake' date Selena Gomez, she's really not my type of girl, seriously.
"Fuck yes!" I growl, pushing her against the wall, forcefully pressing my lips down on hers.
"Excuse me Mr. Knight but the car is ready for you and Mrs. Knight." I loved it when people call her Mrs. Knight, that shows that. She. Is. Mine. I tare myself away from Julie and turn towards the driver, grunting at him in dismissal.
"Kendall! That was rude!" Julie scolds me.
"Well, can you blame me. I was getting ready to make another little Knight." I grimace, I really hope she doesn't want another kid, Megan and Ross are enough to deal with our hectic life style.
"You want more kids?" She gasps, I frown and look away. "Thank fuck for that, I really don't want any more kids right now, maybe when Jason is a little older though." She says honestly, taking my hand and pulling me towards the door.
Julie sits with her feet across my lap in the limo, we pick up My mom, Carlos, James and Logan from there hotel before beginning to venture to the other side of New York, where MSG stands, waiting for us to join the pre Grammy party. We drive along the mane road, I wind down the window, the limo starts at a red light, at the end of the street there is nothing, however walking along the sidewalk towards the zebra crossing there is a young girl, her blonde hair falls down her face light waves, she has tight blue jeans on and a pink tank top, she's pushing a pram. I gulp as I see her face when she glances towards me. Fear flashes through her face, it's Erin.
"I haven't seen you in so long Bro, what's up?" Carlos asks, looking up at my worried face I nod slightly, still staring at the young girl. She bursts out in tears and falls to the floor, Carlos looks towards her and tries to open the door.
"No!" I yell, she snaps her head up at me, she stands up quickly and makes a quick circle over her stomach before carrying on, rubbing her tear stained cheeks as she goes.
"What was that all about?" Julie asks, putting her feet back on me.
"Nothing and will you get the fuck off me! I'm not a bloody stool." I snap at her, pushing her legs away from me. She looks down at her hands, pushing the rock of an engagement ring around her petite finger before letting a tear fall down her cheek. "Don't start crying Julie, you do it for fucking attention." I spit, she nods, wiping away her tears.
"Kendall Knight! That is enough!" My mom yells, she leans forward in her seat, threatening to hit me. "Just because you have moved out and started a family does not, I repeat not mean I wont give you a bloody good slap!" She growls. I nod, looking away from her and back out the window, Erin has disappeared.
"Sorry." I whisper, still not looking at anybody, if only they knew I'm talking to Erin, not Julie. "I-I have to go find that girl, I'll meet you there." I shake my head, blinking back my own tears.
"Kendall why?" Ryan asks.
"I knew her once, well someone like her anyway." I sigh, looking at the floor.
"What a drugged up little slag?" Julie spits.
"You have no idea what that little girl has been through." I yell at her, she shakes her head at me, grimacing as she goes.
"Kendall, why do you care so much?" Someone speaks I don't bother to look who it is, I shrug my shoulders and lean back in my seat, once again the limo starts to move forward, where almost here now. I wind the window up and wipe away a stray tear and begin to laugh, remembering her fear, sure I feel bad that she might have a kid and that she remembers that night but god was she tight, her tiny little fresh teen breasts, her screams of pain only made me get into it even more, I remember being scared myself, I was scared she would go and tell someone, that would ruin me.
"I just feel bad for her, she came to my meet and great one time, it was horrid, she was raped, the sign she gave me, it means safe- she feels safe with me, I'm not sure why she was crying though." I lie, have you ever lied so much that you begin to believe yourself? No? Well I have, I do it all the time.
"Where here Kendall." Julie rubs my thigh gently, not to turn me on but to comfort me, I grab her hand and mouth sorry to her, she nods understanding that even now, after all this time we have spent together that my out bursts are un predictable and never understood.