Hello, lovely readers!

Hope you are all well and still enjoying this crazy little story. We've finally reached a massive pivotal point in this story and I know this is the one you've all been waiting for. So sit back, relax and enjoy…

Beautifultragedyxxx – Seth always comes to the rescue. You know he'll never let Ellie down.

BeckyLynch'sTheme – Course it was going to be Seth. Who else? Haha. Lets see what happens in this chapter.

SisterAbby – The frustration is killing us all! Which is why I think you'll like this chapter

Tantoune – We're so close now! You'll probably love them even more after this

Dutchangel1979 – No, angry Ellie is not the best to face. She's quite timid most of the time, but when she has to be angry, she gives it her all.

MsConCon – She can't turn off her feelings, so despite the anger she's feeling, that's the one thing on the back of her mind. Whatever happens, she know she's falling for him and she cannot easily turn that off.

This chapter is named after 'I'm Yours' by The Script

Elizabeth Chapman's Point Of View

Our car ride was fairly silent, neither of us wanting to say anything to the other. The only noise was the vibrations of the engine, the rain lashing down onto the car and the blowing of the heater which was thankfully keeping me very warm.

The silence between us felt awkward, partly because of my reaction to him being the one to pick me up and partly because of the argument that was still lingering between us. Seth was still refusing to apologise and I was still refusing to talk to him till he did. So we found ourselves stuck in a vicious circle until one of us caved.

The silence remained until we arrived at our hotel. I held the umbrella as Seth retrieved my bags from the trunk and we made our way into the dry building.

I groaned in annoyance as I rushed up to the reception desk, seeing a little sign saying it was closed for the night. It was almost midnight.

"You've got to be kidding," I said to myself.

"What's wrong?" Seth asked as he wheeled my case behind him.

"Reception desk is closed so I can't get my key to my room," I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

This was just fucking typical. Broken car, stuck in the rain, having Seth pick me up and now I had no room for the night. Fucking great! This was turning out to be the night from hell.

"Come on," he said, wheeling my case towards the elevator. "You can stay in our room tonight then get your key in the morning. The guys won't mind."

I looked at him. "Stay in your room?"

"Yes," he said as he pressed the button to call the elevator. "Where else are you going to stay?"

"I could stay with Charlotte," I argued, my arms folded.

"First of all, you don't know what room she's in," he said. "And second of all she'll be fast asleep. You seriously gonna be the one to wake her up?"

I hate when he's right…

"Fine," I huffed, walking over to him, entering the elevator with him when it arrived. I saw him smirk but didn't say anything. I wasn't in the mood. I just wanted to get up to the room, go to sleep, then fetch my key in the morning when the desk would be open. I wanted as little interaction with Seth Rollins as possible. The doors closed and we began to move.

"You can have my bed," he said. "There's a sofa in the living area of the room I can use."

Huh?

"I can?"

"Of course."

I stared at him, my eyebrows creased in confusion. "Thanks… But… Why are you being so nice?"

"Because I'm not a dick," he said. "I'm not going to let you sleep on a sofa when there's a perfectly good bed for you."

Well you've been acting like a massive dick lately…

"Thanks," I said, not wanting to admit to his kindness so easily. I was still mad at him after all.

The doors finally opened and we headed to his room, entering quietly since everyone else was asleep. I saw him walk over to a cupboard, pulling out spare pillows and a spare duvet.

"Your bedroom is there," he said, pointing to a wooden door. "It has an en suite bathroom too so you can freshen up."

"Thank you," I said, wheeling my case over to the door, opening it quietly. "And thanks for picking me up." I didn't want to show kindness to him, but after what he'd done, it wouldn't be very fair of me if I didn't offer him some kind of thanks.

"Anytime," he said, smiling half heartedly. "Have a good night."

"You too," I said, entering the bedroom and closing the door behind me, glad to be away from the awkward atmosphere we seemed to have around us. I quickly changed for bed and cuddled up in the sheets, my eyes staring firmly at the ceiling above me for what felt like forever, my head going at a hundred miles an hour.

This was fucking hard. It really was.

I brushed my hair from my face, wondering when this tension between us would end. It was horrible being so distant from him, having this vile feeling between us. I missed Seth, I missed him so much and I just wanted us to be back to normal. I wanted to laugh with him, hang out with him, be able to smile at him.

But I simply couldn't forgive what he'd said about Randy. It wasn't right of him and it wasn't his place to get involved in my relationship. Randy was my boyfriend, so only I had a say over what happened between us.

But Seth was making it so hard, his naturally kind nature meaning his was still taking care of me even though I was mad and not speaking to him.

Why did he have to be the one to pick me up? Why did he have to be the one to offer me a room for the night? Why did he have to give me his bed whilst he suffered on the sofa?

I rubbed my hands over my face, wishing things would be easier, wishing things were normal, wishing he hadn't said anything about Randy and wishing my heart wasn't falling hard for the man in the next room.

Things were so complicated and I didn't know if I was coming or going. My head was starting to hurt with all these thoughts, so I got out of bed, quietly opened my bedroom door and softly entered the main living area, stalking over to the kitchen in an attempt to find some painkillers for the headache I'd managed to get. I noticed Seth sleeping soundly on the sofa so I knew I'd have to be stealthy in my search. I poured myself a glass of water and carefully opened each cupboard in an attempt to seek them out. Annoyingly they were pretty hard to find, each cupboard coming up blank. I sipped on the water before I continued looking.

"What are you looking for?" a voice behind me asked.

I jumped and turned around to see Seth sitting up, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Painkillers," I said. "I'm getting a headache."

"There's some in my bag, side pocket," he said, yawning as he stood up to fetch them. He opened his bag and pulled out the box, walking over and handing them to me.

"Sorry for waking you," I said, popping two tablets out and taking them with a big gulp of water.

"Don't worry about it, I wasn't sleeping very well anyway."

"You weren't?" I enquired.

"I haven't slept well for days," he admitted. "Not since… you know…"

Guilt automatically hit me, knowing I was the route cause of his lack of sleep, knowing our argument and my refusal to talk to him had been keeping him awake at night. It wasn't until now that I saw the purple bags under his eyes; I'd been too angry and stubborn to see them before. They were subtle but they were definitely there. I could see them even in the moon light that lit up the hotel room. He looked absolutely exhausted.

"I can't say I've been too well myself," I admitted, shifting my empty glass from hand to hand. "My head is killing with everything that's going on."

"Then why are we fighting?" he asked, taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the kitchen counter. "Why can't we put this behind us?"

He took my hands in his but I quickly pulled them away. "You know why, Seth. I can't accept all the things you said about Randy."

"You mean you can't accept the truth?" he asked. "There was nothing wrong with what I said, Ellie. And I meant every last word, that's why I won't apologise."

"You told me to leave him!" I said, walking away from him, pacing the room randomly. "You told me to leave my boyfriend! What right do you have to say that to me?"

"And after everything he did, what right does he have to keep you?" he said, turning to face me. "I saw what he did, I saw the marks on your neck, I've been there when you've cried tears over what he did."

"He's trying to change," I argued. "He knows he did wrong and he's bettering himself. I have to give him that chance."

"He lost every chance he should ever get the day he laid a finger on you," Seth said angrily. "I can't believe you're siding with him."

"I've been with him over a year," I said, tears starting to build behind my eyes. "We've been through so much together and I can't throw it away just yet. I have to give him a second chance."

"And what if he does it again?" he asked me, his eyes sternly looking into mine. "Say you give him a second chance and you do one little thing out of line and he beats you again. What then, Ellie?"

I looked away. "He won't… He's changed…"

"You can't just change something like that," he said. "If he's done it once, he'll do it again, no matter how much he tries to convince you otherwise."

"You don't know that," I said, wrapping my arms around myself.

He let out an annoyed breath, running a hand through his hair. "It's like he's got you fucking brain washed or something, like he has complete and utter control over you."

"No he doesn't," I argued. "This was my choice."

"You're so blinded by him, you're failing to see how much those in front of you actually care for you. Me, Renee, Charlotte. Whether you know it or not, we all see what he's done to you, how he's belittled you and turned you into this petrified girl. I stand by what I said, Ellie. You need to leave him. And you need to do it soon."

"Seth, stop saying that," I tried.

"You need to leave him and be with someone who actually cares about you," he argued.

"Like who?" I asked half heartedly.

And as he stared at me, something changed between us, that same heated and electric atmosphere as before returning to us. His eyes had darkened, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, his chest heaving with some unknown emotion. And before I even knew what was happening, he marched meaningfully up to me, pressed me against the wall behind me and crashed his lips to mine.

I gasped against his mouth at first, my eyes wide, my hands trembling.

What was he doing?

He was…

Kissing me…

Seth…

Was kissing me…

His body trapped me between him and the wall, pressing into me until I could feel every last powerful and lean muscle his body had. His lips were soft and warm, pressing perfectly against mine, urging them to move. My heart pounded so hard I was scared it would burst from my chest, my breathing so heavy I was afraid my lungs would explode.

Too much was happening at once, shock, surprise, fear and confusion in my head. But excitement was there too. And joy, and happiness, and hotness. All the emotions were mixing, creating one big heady mess, the mixture causing my eyes to flutter shut, my body to relax, and my lips to finally kiss back.

They moved with urgency against his and I felt him smirk against me as I returned his kiss. His hands ghosted across my body, gripping my hips tightly and pressing me against him. I could feel his excitement against my legs, his lips moving needily against mine, the only noises in the room being the sloppiness of our kiss and the echoing pulse of my heart pounding in my ears.

His fingers lifted my top slightly, his hands resting on the skin of my waist, goose-bumps appearing wherever they touched. He set my skin on fire, his hands working magic as they ghosted up my ribs, holding my body close.

Jesus…

I broke the kiss to catch my breath, my head leaning back on the wall against me, my eyes closed in ecstasy as he moved to kiss my neck, a soft moan leaving my lips as he nipped at the skin. I knew my panties would be soaked and all he'd done was kiss me.

My god, this felt amazing. This felt better than anything I'd ever experienced before. Better than any guy I'd kissed, better than any guy I'd fucked. Hell… even better than Randy. Seth had touched me more, held me more, made me feel more than any person ever had… and all he'd done was kiss me.

Once I'd caught my breath, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he moved his face back up to mine, kissing me feverishly again, moving his tongue, pressing it against my lips so he could break past. I didn't stop him. I leaned into his body and I opened up my lips, our tongues pressing against each other passionately, dancing and tangling in the most delicious way. A shiver ran up my spine with every movement he made, my body constantly wanting more. Another gentle moan left my lips, the noise encouraging him to kiss me harder.

I could stay here forever, kissing him, being with him, wanting him. I felt hot and I felt like I needed him in every way that I could have him, yearning for more…

And that's when I realised what was happening, that's when I realised what I was doing.

I shouldn't be…

This was wrong…

Randy was back home and here I was kissing another man…

What am I doing?

So reluctantly, and believe me it was reluctant, I pulled away. The both of us simply stood there together in the darkness, catching our breaths, his gorgeous body still wrapped closely to mine. We didn't say anything, we just tried to come down from our high and compose ourselves, letting everything that had just happened sink in.

"Like me," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. "Be with someone who cares about you… like me."

I could still smell him and taste him, my senses completely dominated by Seth Rollins. It had been, without a doubt, the greatest moment of my life. And only I could ruin in by thinking about Randy.

But I did. He was my boyfriend and I was not an attainable girl. As much as I cared for Seth and as attracted as I was to him, I wasn't currently single.

"I shouldn't have done that," I said I a tried my hardest to get air into my lungs.

"Why not?" he asked. "That was fucking amazing."

"It was," I said. "And believe me, I never wanted it to stop. But I'm still with Randy. I shouldn't be doing things like that."

"Forget about Randy," he said, brushing a piece of hair out of my face. "He's not here right now."

"But he's still my boyfriend," I argued sadly. "And until that changes, we can't do what we just did."

He sighed, resting his forehead on my shoulder, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me lovingly against him. "You need to leave him, Ellie. Please…"

I swallowed, loving how being in his arms felt, but knowing now was not the time. "I'm working on it… That's the best I can offer right now."

He nodded against me, lifting his head and letting me go. "Then I guess that's all I can ask for."

"Yeah…" I said, shifting my weight from foot to foot awkwardly. "Thank you for understanding." We were silent for a time before I spoke again. "I should, uh, get some sleep."

"Yeah, it's late," he said looking over at me. "You should get some rest."

"Alright," I said, walking over to the door, surprised I could move. My legs still felt like jelly after the magic he'd just worked on my mouth "I guess I'll see you in the morning."

I opened the bedroom door but was quickly stopped as Seth's hand reached for mine. I looked up at him.

"I meant what I said," he told me. "You need someone who actually loves you and can take care of you. And I know I can be that guy, Ellie."

I looked up at him, wondering if this was his ultimate declaration, the one where he gave his heart to me and poured out his feelings, telling me I was the one he wanted. His face looked so certain, so serious, like he meant every word he'd uttered. And every part of me believed him.

I leaned forward, kissing his cheek gently, my lips lingering a little before pulling away.

"Goodnight, Seth," I said with a soft smile before I entered the bedroom and closed the door behind me.

Again, a massive thank you to beautifultragedyxxx, BeckyLynch'sTheme, SisterAbby, Tantoune, dutchangel1979 and MsConCon for their kind words about the last chapter.

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