Just a short chapter, but honestly I've had super writers block lately so you guys are lucky I'm a few chapters ahead ;)
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Wandering what the holy hell his game was I finally convinced myself to walk back towards the superstar. I still can't believe I didn't realise it was him, how stupid am I to not notice? I put it down to stress when I saw I was now in front of him. He smiled but I have no idea how honest it was. I don't even know if I can trust him, so until I do know, I won't…For all I know he might be one of them.
I sat on the only chair in the room and awkwardly played with my hands, trying to somehow cover both wrists with both hands. It wasn't working very well. I froze as he walked in. The floor suddenly becoming very interesting the minute I heard the door click shut. So, now what happens?
"What was that all about?" he said, it sounded accusing but his tone was soft. A strange combination.
"What? Me leaving?" I said almost sarcastically. I didn't see the point in staying in a stranger's hotel room any longer than necessary. My eyes only darting from the floor to him for a split second.
"Where were you planning on going? You said you ran away…from London of all places. You were alone when I found you so who were you going to run to?" he was again, borderline sarcastic but with a small softness in his voice. Why couldn't I figure him out?
"No one. That was the point." I looked up at his poor confused expression.
"If you're alone, No one can hurt you…Right?" during this whole conversation, this was guaranteed the worst time for my voice to crack. Now he'll know I'm weak. He'll know I'm broken.
For some reason he nodded slightly, a look of understanding in his eyes. He cleared his throat awkwardly before looking up; I didn't have time to avert my gaze before he locked eyes with me. For the first time I looked at him, really looked at him. Sure, he had the body of a back alley murderer but his posture looked completely harmless, his feet were close together, that meant he wasn't looking for a fight, he wasn't yelling or sounding arrogant like they usually do before they do something. Maybe he wasn't like them…maybe he'd-
No. last time I thought someone was different they weren't, they just got what they wanted and left. Tears pooled at the memory, suddenly everything came running back, Mum, Dad, Logan, Emma, the guys in the bathroom and everyone in between. I slammed my eyes shut in an attempt to stop the memories from flooding back. It was a rookie mistake. Images of the nights, cold with rain banging on the window, blood soaking through my clothes while they just…
I opened my eyes quick as lightning, determined to stop myself getting any more worked up. Instinctively my knees crept up in front of me and my arms twined themselves around them. My chin resting on my knee with eyes locked open like my life depended on it, which, as far as I'm concerned, it did.
Before I could stop it I was sobbing to myself, stuck in a dream of haunting memories. In an instance Punk was in front of me, pulling my hand up to get me standing.
On shaky legs I stood and looked and looked into his warm brown eyes. No one had ever tried to comfort me when I was sad before. Realising that I broke out in another chorus of sobs as he laid a soft hand behind my head and gently pushed my head to rest in the crook of his shoulder and almost automatically I did something I've never done before. I put my arms around his back, grasping fists full of his shirt as all the pain, hurt, envy and fear pulsed through me. Tears dropped and soaked his shirt as he stroked my hair and held me for a while. For something I've never experienced before, I've got no idea why it came so naturally around him…A stranger.
We stayed like this for a while. At lease until the tears stopped anyway, the awkwardness vanished with just a thin layer of tension to replace it. He held me at arms length after our embrace and just looked at me with wander, he wanted to know my story and I couldn't blame him. He had a right to be curious. But I had a right not to trust him as well. I looked back at the floor hoping he wouldn't ask any questions I couldn't answer just yet. Instead, he gave my arm one last squeeze and jogged into the other room. I looked up slightly with a cocked eyebrow when he came back with a pair of keys in his hand.
"Eventually I'm gunna want my sweats back…so let's go shopping." He said showing me his signature smirk. With that he grabbed my hand and dragged me out the door while all I could do was to be grateful I didn't get interrogated after my slight nervous breakdown. I didn't have time to worry about where we were going until we were in the car, by then I was already freaking out about the idea.