A/N: here's the second instalment, based on the way I loved you by Taylor Swift (not usually my kinda jam but it suits this perfectly) as always read review and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own fairy tail

Cana smiled against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest to rest on his strangely ill-defined shoulders. The lack of rippling muscle made her pause, until she forced her lips to curl into a smile a his lips left hers to lightly brush against her cheek.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked, his soft tones so unfamiliar compared to the harsh words she so yearned for. She glanced up, his large brown eyes a lighter colour than her own, his endearing expression hard to resist. She nodded, her hips swaying teasingly as she made her way over to his car. He smiled at her in earnest, not the guarded smirk that she knew she shouldn't want, as he opened the car door, ushering her in like a gentleman from movies she hadn't watched in a long time. It felt like before she could take a breath he was beside her in the driver's seat, turning the ignition.

"You look beautiful tonight." He said, flashing a smile before pulling out into the dark street. Cana hoped deep inside that he would appear with a bouquet of flowers and force Hibiki to stop the car. Somehow they'd go back to fighting like they used to, their hurtful words nothing compared to what they showed each other through always belated actions.

"Thank you," she replied, letting a blush colour her unnaturally pale cheeks. She looked up through her eyelashes, taking in his lean form, everything about him ordered and uncomplicated. But it took her this long to realise that she didn't want orderly, she didn't want this feeling of being safe and protected behind someone else's smile, she wanted the pain and suspense that only he could supply.

Too soon for Cana's comfort Hibiki stopped the car, the light of her parents veranda spilling over their lawn. She hadn't the time to regret her mistake of asking Hibiki to meet her parents because before she knew it she was here, on the arm of the sweet man who would one day drain her soul of energy if she stayed .

She had to get back to him, now more than ever- but was it already too late?

"Well I work with computers, mainly in intelligence networks and digitising libraries- that sort of thing." Hibiki said to her father, sipping his water, unprepared to risk being over the limit that would put either Cana or himself at risk. Cana's mother smiled, patting Gildarts arm soothingly as he tried to comprehend the entirety of the young mans work. Cana took another sip of her wine, and excused herself, disappearing up the familiar hallway which led to her bedroom.

The spacious room was covered with posters; from music to movies to anime, Cana had been into it all. All except the one perfect guy, Cana thought, chuckling in a melancholy tone. Cana stepped forward but a hand at her elbow stopped her. She gasped at the soft touch, turning to see her mother's concerned face, her eyes seeing through every pretence.

"Mum?" she asked, her grip on the wineglass tightening despite herself. Her mother merely tilted her head to the side, her palm rising to cup Cana's cheek.

"You can't hide anything from me my little gypsy." She said, her other hand running loosely through her hair as she did many times when Cana was upset. "It's never too late to try, all you have to do is reach out." She said, her hands dropping to Cana's palm where she slid her mobile, the black device heavier than Cana thought possible.

"Mum, I'm with Hibiki now!" Cana said in a hushed voice, her eyes pleading for her mother to just play along just a little longer. But Cornelia Clive wasn't one to let someone she loved live in a lie; she lived by the motto that only the truth was beautiful, though Cana failed to see the beauty in this particular situation.

"No, you're not gypsy girl." She replied with a sad smile, and just like always, Cana had no counter. She touched the screen, the machine eagerly buzzing to life as if it had been waiting for this moment for a long time. She glanced up at her mother in distaste before typing a simple message.

Drinks?

But as she flicked through contacts she considered not sending it, in a moment of pure agony she mulled it over until her thumb fell on the name, the one name that was dwelling in her mind no matter how hard she tried to push it out.

Laxus.