Hello, lovely readers.

I'll keep this A/N short because I can only say one thing today – Thank you, Daniel Bryan.

Raquel the writer – Damn indeed!

Debwood-1999 – Yep, we knew there were going to be problems but this is the last thing Holly wanted.

Dutchangel1979 – She really doesn't get a break haha. Glad you're enjoying the stories

Rileyjade – She should have, shit is about to hit the fan

LeaMarie F Metallium – It goes from bad to worse for her, doesn't it?

Kimberly316 – He is. As for Hunter being angry, you'll have to read on

Seth Rollins babe – Poor Holly indeed!

LatinaWWEFan – It is definitely going to kick off now after all that

Tantoune – A major cliffhanger! I'm so cruel lol. We all know it's not going to go down well, so you'll have to read on to see what happens.

Marina – I wanted it to be a crazy and dramatic chapter so I'm glad that came across! Randy is just desperate now as he knows she's slipping from his grasp.

Squeegee Beckinhime – Aww thank you! So glad to hear you're liking it

Gostcat – I wanted to make this Dean insane unstable and crazy, but incredibly loving and loyal to Holly.

xXTheKatsMeowXx – You're senses serve you well haha. Here's the drama

irishblue69 – Hunter isn't going to be happy when he confronts Holly. This wont go smoothly

DeeMarie426 – I agree, but Holly wanted things to calm down first. Sadly time was against her and its now too late

Ambrose-kohli-girl – We'll need popcorn and sweets for this one

Beautifultragedyxxx – I agree, she deserves her happiness with Dean after everything she's gone through. Randy is desperate and jealous now. And I agree, Hunter cant judge, but we all know it's not going to go that smoothly

This chapter is named after 'Love Me Like You Do' by Ellie Goulding

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

The second Randy left the room I rushed to my bedroom, swiftly taking my phone off charge and searching for my brother's number. As soon as I found it, I hit call and raised the phone to my ear, urgently pacing the room as it rang.

I was on the verge of a panic attack, every nerve ending on edge, a light sheen of sweat covering my brow as he didn't answer. I hung up before calling the number again, lifting the phone back to my ear. I tried to keep calm but my pounding heart and my heavy breathing was definitely putting a stop to that.

Hunter couldn't know, he couldn't find out like this. I'd wanted to tell him myself, I'd wanted to sit him down in a calming manner and lay everything out on the table. The cards were already against Dean and I with this situation, so when my brother did find out, I wanted it to be in the best and easiest way possible.

What I didn't want was a drunk Randy Orton bursting into his house at stupid o'clock in the morning to tell him every last juicy detail.

I screamed in frustration and threw my phone on the bed in annoyance, pulling at my hair when there was still no answer. He must have his phone on silent over night and no calls were getting through to him.

I had not heard Dean enter the room but his arms were suddenly around me, pulling me to him protectively and encasing me in a warm bear hug that eased me instantly. Not a lot, but my heart rate definitely calmed.

"Shhh…" he said softly, his big hands rubbing my back in a soothing fashion. "It's going to be okay, Holly."

"That's the last thing it's going to be," I said, moving my head to look up at him. He had already wiped away the blood from his face. "Didn't you hear what he just said?"

I pulled away from him, needing space, needing air as the panic began to get worse again.

This couldn't be fucking happening, it just couldn't. Hunter was going to go insane, he was going to go crazy. He wouldn't allow it, it was simple as that. Any chance Dean and I had of making something of our relationship would be right out of the window as soon as he found out. I'd have no time to tell him why it would work, why Dean was good for me, why I was happy being with him.

Instead he'd find out from a very angry Randy, he'd jump to conclusions and he'd hate our relationship from the start.

He'd hate Dean, he'd be angry with me, and I didn't even want to think about dealing with that and all the problems it would bring.

"Yes, I did hear what he said," Dean replied, and for once he was the calmer one of the two of us.

"He's going to tell Hunter!" I said, throwing my arms up into the air. "He'll tell my brother, he'll hit the roof, and we'll have no chance."

"Sweetheart, you were going to tell him anyway," Dean tried.

"But not like this," I cried. "This is so fucked up. It's so damn fucked up."

Tears trickled from my eyes and Dean's arms were around me instantly, wrapping me up tightly, almost like he was trying to protect me from all the bad things in my mind. He peppered kisses along the top of my head, my face buried in his chest, and I was glad Roman and Seth had decided to remain in the living area in order to give us this moment of privacy.

"Look at me," he said softly.

"I c-can't," I stuttered through the falling tears, almost embarrassed to let him see me this weak and vulnerable.

Dean wasn't having any of it, gently cupping my face in his hands and lifting my head until our eyes met, deep blue meeting dark brown. He stroked his thumbs under my eyes, wiping away every tear that fell.

"What are these tears for?" he asked me.

"B-Because of what's going to h-happen," I managed to get out. "He'll h-hate it, he'll get angry, h-he'll try and s-split us up."

"Do you seriously think after everything we've been through and everything I've done to get you, I'm going to let your brother be the one to destroy what we have?" he asked me. "Holly, you need to have some faith. Not only in me but in us. You are my fucking world, did you know that? You get me out of bed in a morning, you motivate me to do good things with my life, you make me want to be a better person. I've gone through some shit in my time, but with you I've finally found someone and something to fight for. You make me feel loved and wanted, something that's never happened before. You make me happy, Holly, and there is no fucking way I am giving this up just because your brother is acting a bit miserable."

"Dean…" I whimpered, his words meaning so much to me.

"I've finally found a purpose in life," he continued. "I've finally found someone I want to take care of and protect and make happy. I've never met a girl like you and now I actually have someone to love."

I blinked, my eyes widening at his words. His face may have been blurry from my tears, but his words had been crystal clear.

"What did you just say?" I asked, wanting to make sure it had not been a figment of my imagination.

He gently brushed a few stray hairs from my forehead before looking back into my eyes.

"I love you, Holly," he said. "I fucking love you, it's as simple as that. So if you think for one second that the fact that bastard has gone to tell your brother the truth means it's the end for us, well they have another thing coming. Because no matter what they do or what they throw at us, it doesn't change how I feel. I'll take on every fight they throw our way."

Dean wasn't the sort of man to throw that four lettered word around so easily. He'd had a harsh time in life and a rough upbringing where love wasn't a word he heard often. He was a cynical man, a hesitant man, especially when it came to friendships and relationships. So to hear him say that to me… it meant more than either of us could ever know.

My heart was in my throat, fresh tears falling from my eyes. Only these weren't tears of sadness or anger or frustration. These were tears of joy, of happiness, of… love.

I stood on my tiptoes, slowly bringing my lips to his, kissing him in a tender and affectionate manner, one we didn't often use. Our kisses were usually quite passionate and sexual and raw. But this one was different. It was soft and loving and sweet.

"I love you too," I replied once I'd pulled away, meaning every word as I said them. "So so much."

His smile was beaming.

"And that's why there's no need to cry," he said to me. "Because no matter what they say or do, nothing can change how we feel. We'll take them all on, just me and you."

I smiled softly, my heart swelling with love and adoration.

"Just me and you," I repeated, moving to kiss him again.

xXx

It was 6am when my phone rang, a horrible feeling rolling around my stomach when I saw who was calling. I sat up in bed, leaving Dean to sleep beside me, taking a deep breath as I answered it.

"H-Hello?" I said hesitantly.

"Be at the house in half hour," Hunter said sternly and abruptly on the other end of the line. "Come alone. You bring him with you and I fire him on the spot."

He hung up before I had a chance to respond.

I sighed, dropping the phone into my lap, knowing the inevitable was finally happening.

"Was that your brother?" asked Dean from beside me. I hadn't even heard him wake up.

"Yeah," I said, looking down at him. "He wants me at his house in half hour."

His hand slid into mine. "We can do this, Holly. We can get up, get ready and face him together." He gave my hand a squeeze.

"He wants me to go alone," I told him. "He said he'll fire you if you come."

"I don't care, I'm coming," he said, sitting up.

"Well I do care," I told him. "This is going to be messy enough, I'm not letting you lose your job too."

"I can't let you face him alone," he insisted. "This is both our problem, it wouldn't feel right."

"It would feel worse if you end up unemployed because of your stubbornness. I'll be fine," I assured him. "Whatever Hunter throws at me, I can take it."

He looked at me for a few moments. "Are you sure?"

"Certain," I said, leaning forward and kissing him softly. "Like we said last night, we love each other. Nothing can break that."

I was dressed and on my way to my brother's within minutes, arriving within 25 minutes of getting his phone-call. It was still dark out as it was only 6.25am, but I was as wide awake as ever. I pulled the car up outside of the house, my eyes looking nervously at the building, my head wondering what would happen behind its four walls.

I cut the engine, my hands still gripping the steering wheel anxiously as I took deep and steadying breaths. This needed to be done. Granted, it wasn't in the way I'd originally wanted, but at least it was now happening.

So I got out the car, locked it up and walked towards the door. I knocked three times and Stephanie eventually answered.

"You better come in," she said softly, moving aside to let me enter the house. All the curtains and blinds were still closed, the house having not really woken up yet. She shut the door behind her and began heading to the living area. I silently followed.

All the lights were on in the living area, the room quiet as I entered. I walked in to see Hunter standing by the window and Randy seated on a chair by the fireplace. Whatever had happened on Raw between him and Dean seemed all but forgotten now, this incident seemed far worse. His face was blank and unwavering as I stared at it, but I could tell he felt satisfied with himself.

He'd got what he wanted, he'd uncovered my secret, and it was hard to believe this man had once been my best friend. Stephanie took a seat on the sofa and my head turned to look at Hunter. His face was the exact opposite of Randy's, his expression easy to gauge. He was pissed. He was very angry and very annoyed. All I could do was stand nervously by the door, bracing myself, awaiting whatever was about to be said.

"So when were you going to tell me?" my brother finally said.

"In a few days," I managed to get out. "It's been a rough 48 hours. I wanted the dust to settle first."

"How long have you been seeing him?" he asked next.

"Since New Years," I admitted.

"Bullshit," muttered Randy under his breath and my eyes darted over to him. "She says that but I've been seeing it unravel for months."

I looked back to Hunter.

"Is this true?" he asked.

"We only got together at New Years," I insisted. "I was friends with him before that, but it only got romantic that night."

"Romances don't just happen," Hunter said. "They don't just spring up out of nowhere. There must have been underlying feelings before then. How long?"

I cast my mind back to all the instances we'd had together. The time in Connecticut where we almost kissed in the meadow, the time we almost kissed at his apartment in Vegas during his recovery, his protectiveness during the mugging and Sheamus attack, the ways we missed each other whenever we were apart for a long distance of time…

I'd never really realised it before, but this thing between Dean and I had been going on a lot longer than I'd originally thought. Yes, we hadn't kissed until New Years, but there had been so many occasions where we had been closer than just friends. I had been kidding myself all this time, I'd liked him for a lot longer than I'd told myself.

And I had to tell Hunter this. It was lying that had gotten me into this mess in the first place, so I needed to be truthful now.

"A few months," I eventually admitted. "Nothing happened until New Years but the feelings have been there a few months."

"I fucking knew it," said Randy.

"So you've both been at work, under my nose, acting like nothing is happening when something obviously has all this time?" said Hunter, his voice raised in annoyance. "He's worked for me, he's spoken to me and laughed with me, when all this time he's wanted to fuck my little sister?"

"It's not like that," I quickly interjected. "We haven't…" I stopped myself momentarily, but I knew I had to speak the truth, even if it was to my brother. "We haven't done that yet."

He scoffed. "Exactly. You haven't done that yet. I bet the bastard can't wait to get himself into your pants."

"Hunter," said Steph warningly.

I felt myself getting angrier and angrier as he spoke, accusing Dean and accusing me when truthfully he knew nothing of our relationship. He knew nothing of how we felt, of what Dean had done for me, of how fucking happy I felt with him. And the more he spoke, the more I was ready to blow.

"Worming his way into your life, getting close to you. I bet he just wanted to work his way up the ladder. The closer he is to you, the closer he is to me, to Steph to Vince. The stupid bastard-"

"What is the fucking problem?!" I finally yelled, cutting him off. "Why does it matter if I'm with Dean Ambrose or not? He makes me happy, isn't that what's important?"

"It matters because he's a fucking mad man!" he shouted. "You think we didn't research his history before we hired him? You think we didn't find out all the shit he did and what he's capable of? He's a good worker but outside of wrestling he is untrustworthy, crazy and poisonous. And I refuse to let him near my little sister!"

"I love him!" I finally admitted, needing them to know the depths of this relationship. It wasn't a fling, it wasn't friends with benefits. I actually loved the man and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

Hunter looked mad, Steph looked concerned… and Randy looked broken.

"You… love him?" my ex-best friend asked me softly.

"Yes, I fucking love him," I told them all. "And he loves me."

"You're too young to know what love is," said Hunter. "It's a fleeting fancy, Holly. And one that I'm not happy with."

"Dean is a good man," I said.

"Dean is a mad man," argued Hunter. "And he's not good enough for you. Someone like that can't make you happy, marry you, raise children with you. He's a lunatic, he's unstable, and I don't want him anywhere near you."

"You can't stop me from seeing him," I said. "You can't keep me locked up like a nun in a convent."

"Try me," he said, walking towards me. he suddenly changed and the atmosphere in the air shifted. I became less angry and more concerned, worry washing over me. I backed up until I hit the closed door behind me.

I swallowed nervously. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm sending you away for a while," he said. "I'm sending you to Connecticut. I need you away from him and away from work for a while to get it out of your system. We can afford to have you off TV for a few weeks until you've calmed down and realised what a stupid fucking mistake you're making."

I looked at him, my mouth agape in astonishment. "Are you crazy? You can't do that."

"I can and I will," he insisted.

"This isn't the fucking 19th century where you can send wayward girls away," I shouted. "You cannot do that to me."

"Well it's fucking happening, so get used to it," he told me. "I have a car coming to fetch you. There's no phones, no internet, I'm not allowing you contact with him at all."

"Don't do this, Hunter," I warned him.

"And I'll be keeping my eye on Ambrose at work," he said. "If he thinks he can seduce my little sister then he has another thing coming."

"Please," I pleaded with him. "We don't have to be like this."

"Tough," he said. "You're going."

And at that moment a horn sounded outside, indicating the car to take me to Connecticut was here. I looked to the window before looking back to my brother, tears building in my eyes as realisation dawned on me. he was ripping me away from Dean.

I wouldn't be able to see him, talk to him, be with him…

"Hunter… please…"

But he ignored me, barging past me to go through the door and outside to meet the driver. All I could do was stand there and watch him walk outside, every breath having left my body.

No…

This couldn't be happening, it wasn't fucking true. He wanted us parted that badly that he was willing to send me away to the other side of the country to keep Dean away from me. This was nuts, it was fucking insane.

Stephanie left to follow him, Randy slowly coming up behind me.

I looked up at him, tears slipping silently down my cheeks, wondering why he had to be so vile and so bitter over me turning him down that things had to come to this. I wouldn't get to see my boyfriend, I wouldn't get to see my friends, I wouldn't be able to go to work and I'd have to be by myself for who knows how long… all because of his jealousy.

"You love him?" he asked me, his voice uncertain, as if he wanted to make sure what I'd said was true.

But he didn't deserve my answer, he didn't deserve my truth. He'd ruined everything for me and made my life hell. All I could do was look at him, needing to control the anger that was boiling up in my veins.

"You actually love him?" he asked me again, his eyes looking at me pleadingly.

All I could say in that moment was how I truly felt.

"I hate you. I completely and utterly hate you," I said simply, before looking away and following my brother out the door.

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, Debwood-1999, dutchangel1979, rileyjade, LeaMarie F Metallium, kimberly316, Seth Rollins babe, LatinaWWEFan, Tantoune, Marina, Squeegee Beckinhime, gostcat, xXTheKatsMeowXx, irishblue69, DeeMarie426, ambrose-kohli-girl and beautifultragedyxxx for their lovely reviews.