AN: Sorry it took longer than I said but I've been preparing to go back out to University. I have the next three chapters done buts it's just a matter of me putting it up. I hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the WWE. Only the plot, Taylor and Eric.

Chapter 14: PS, I Love You

Three hours my plane landed and there was a cab waiting to take me to my new apartment. When I opened the door my jaw dropped; the place was awesome. On the work desk were a few files which meant my work was waiting on me. After I was settled in I started on all the files that were on my desk. Not long after my phone rang. Without looking at it I answered. "Yupp."

"Is it safe to assume you arrived safely and in one piece?"

"Yeah, it's safe to assume that."

"Well, thanks for calling me and telling me so I won't sit worrying for six hours."

"He-he you're most welcome."

"So, how are you settling in?"

"Good, actually."

"Really, you miss anyone?"

"Not particularly."

"You sure?"

"Come to think of it, I do miss my best friend Krista and my brother."

"Anyone else?"

"Nope, that just about does it."

"Thanks a lot. I miss you too."

"Aww thank you. That means a lot."

"Are you gonna return the favour?"

"Do you need to ask? Of course I miss your annoying, retarded, self absorbed-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah I got the point. What are you doing?"

"Work. Lots and lots of work."

"So, am I disturbing you?"

"Yeah, but I need a break." I said getting up and sitting on the bed. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing, I'm just talking to my girlfriend."

"I hope I'm not in your way."

"Nah, but I'm okay. Besides the fact that I miss you like crazy. I'm actually supposed to be heading out to the arena for a house show."

"And why aren't you there?"

"Because I didn't want to?" he asked. "Because what?!" my manager genes were kicking in. "I was just kidding. I was gonna go after I'm finished talking to you."

"And what if I didn't decide to hang up?"

"I don't know."

"CM Punk, you better get your butt to that arena now."

"But I wanted to talk to my girlfriend."

"You can talk to her after the show. As your manager I suggest you get to that arena pronto."

"Bye babe."

"Bye. We'll talk later."

CM Punk's POV

I got to the arena and saw that I was scheduled for a match against Daniel. Just my luck. For some reason I didn't like him. So I ceased the opportunity to take out all my frustration on him. Needless to say; I won the match. I got back to my locker room and checked my phone; 0 messages, 0 missed calls. I sighed and seceded to make the first move. I pressed the green button and placed the phone to my ear. "Yellow, it's Taylor. Can't get to you now but leave a message and I'll get back to you…..depending on who you are." I sighed and packed my bag so I could leave the arena. This must have been the millionth call and still no answer. I was stating to imagine the worst. I tried again when I got to the hotel but I got the same answer. Maybe something was wrong. I glanced at my phone; 1:37am. "Maybe she's asleep." I said to calm myself down." I don't how but I fell asleep.

A few hours later my phone rang; waking me up. Without looking I answered. "Taylor?!"

"No, buttface, but it's nice to know I'm on your mind."

"Oh, it's you Colt."

"Don't get too excited."

"No, I'm sorry; I just thought you were Taylor."

"Well that's a new way to spell 'Colt'"

"Funny."

"What chewing on your brain? You and Taylor beak up or something?"

"No. I just can't get onto to her. I've been trying whole night and nothing."

"Well at least you didn't freak out."

"Is there a reason you called?"

"No, not really. Hey, I know this may sound stupid and unnatural but maybe, just maybe she's busy with work."

"Why did you call me again?"

"To tell you I just got off the phone with Taylor."

"You did?! Then why didn't she answer me?"

"Yo, retard, I didn't talk to her but don't worry, she's just busy."

"Yeah, and you telling me not to worry helps so much."

"Whatever. Bye, I hate you."

"Not more than I do." I wasn't off the phone for two minutes when it rang again. "Colt, at least let this call be better than the last one."

'Well that depends on what our last call was about and if my name is Colt."

"Taylor?"

"No, Justin Bieber."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I wanted to ask you the same thing. You called, 37 times. Did you die or something?"

"No. Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"I left it home."

"You went out?"

"Yes, I went out. I'm not a nun. Besides I needed to buy groceries and stuff for the apartment."

"Oh, can I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"How long have we been going out?"

"Are we counting in that couple of weeks when I messed with your head?"

"Yeah."

"Then 3 months and a couple of days."

"3 months, 2 weeks and 4 days,"

'Your point?"

"There was something I wanted to tell you at the airport."

"Really, what-beep-was that?-beep"

"What's that?"

"My phone's dying"

"Oh. Remember you were scared to leave because of what happened the last time you left?"

"Yeah and you said it won't happen because you didn't want to lose me."

"Yeah, that's kinda not true."

"It isn't."

"Well yeah it's true, but that's not what I wanted to say."

"What did you want to say?"

"I wanted to say it won't happen again because I love you."

"Straightegdesuperstarsaywhat ?"

"I love you Taylor Erin Cooper."

"I- BEEP."

"Hello? Hello? Taylor?" I heard nothing on the other end. Her phone chose the right time to die. Then my mind started to wander off. 'Did her phone really die? Or did she hang up? Maybe I scared her off. Maybe I came on a bit too strong. I was on the bed staring at the ceiling. My mind was screaming at me; trying to convince me how stupid I was for telling Taylor how exactly I felt. It was about 4:20am when I, by some miracle fell asleep. I was asleep for an hour when my phone rang. Without looking I answered the phone. "Are you retarded Colt? Or is it now normal to cal people at 4 in the morning?"

"Is my name stored under his name or something?"
"Taylor! Hey." I said sitting up on the bed. "Hey to you too. Look, I'm sorry for earlier. My phone died."

"Yeah, it's…. its okay."

"Is it really? 'Cause I know you probably freaked out."

"I did not."

"Good for you. Hey I actually called to tell you something."

"What?"

"I love you too." Then my phone died.

AN: There it is; chapter 14. Please, please review.