Playlist: Purple Rain - Prince

You walked into the house and found your fiancé lounging in one of the sitting room chairs. He looked up from his phone as soon as you came in.

"Y/N." He said.

You furrowed your brow, dropping your bag down on the hall chair and entered the small room.

"What's wrong?" You asked.

You'd known your fiancé since the first day of college. You knew all his tells. Something was bothering him. He sighed, putting his phone down on the side table.

"Was that him?" He asked.

Your eyes widened, "Excuse me?"

He gave you a condescending look, "Don't patronize me. I've been cheating on you for years. You think I don't know all the signs." You let out a deep breath, leaning back into your chair. He continued, "You only use the Mustang when you're going to see him. I was just surprised it was midday. I know I've been sloppy but never thought you would be."

"It was an accident." You said, "He didn't know anything but my name until this afternoon. He was in town by chance and saw me leaving the invitation shop."

Your fiancé nodded at the news. Since you were being candid with each other, you decided to give him the same courtesy.

"How's Maria?" You asked, "It's been a while since I've seen her."

He squeezed his eyes shut, "She's good." He paused for a moment, choosing his words, "She hates herself, y'know. For what we're doing."

You pursed your lips, "No. That's not right. She makes you happy doesn't she?"

He opened his eyes to stare at you. There was a long pause, while he remained silent. You already knew this was over. The only thing keeping you both together was the wedding, and the pressure of both your parents. Neither of you wanted to go through with. It just seemed like the logical step after graduating from college together. You weren't even sure you ever even loved one another.

"Yes." He finally admitted, "This is it, isn't?"

You nodded, "I think so."

"What do we do now?" He sounded relieved.

You lifted your hand and tugged the ring off, setting it on the table between you. He gazed at it, then back at you.

"You ask her to marry you." You advised, "You've been in love with her since freshman year." You waved your pointed finger between the two of you, "This was only to appease our parents. We never really wanted this."

"What are you going to do?" He questioned, picking up the ring and sliding it into his pocket.

You shrugged, "He asked me to leave with him… Runaway."

Your fiancé raised his eyebrows at that, "With a biker? You're sure that's what you want."

You shrugged. You weren't sure what you wanted. You didn't want to admit it, but Happy was right. You didn't love the man sitting in front of you, in this moment. Were you in love with Happy? You couldn't say but you did know that there was something more between you and him, than there was with you and your fiancé.

You let out a sigh, "I have to figure things out for myself. I've been letting other people dictate the way I feel for too long."

~(xXx)~

There was a faint knock on his door. He glanced at the clock on the cable box and creased his eyebrows together. Who was at his door at this time of night? It was near half past 2 in the morning. It couldn't be one of his brothers, they'd call on the burner. He stood up, grabbing his gun off the table and walked towards the door. When he approached it he heard another soft rap. He peered through the peephole and inhaled. He flipped the lock and pulled the door inwards, open. There was no other way to explain the look on her face. She just looked sad. He didn't say anything, unsure of why she was here in the first place. She rolled her lips together, seemingly nervous and then lifted her gaze to his.

Her eyes were glassy from the unshed tears, "Am I too late?"

He was thrown. He stared at her, a complete blank expression on his face. He hadn't been expecting this. Not after the way things ended this afternoon. He figured he'd never hear from her again, never mind having her show up on his doorstep.

She wrung her hands together, "W-we – uhm… We ended things."

He glanced out, passed where she stood and noticed her car parked in his driveway. He moved his gaze back to her and saw the name brand overnight bag sitting at her feet. His long pause distressed her and he could see her rethinking her decision to come.

"I uh – I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." She murmured and bent to pick up her bag.

When she stood back up, she turned, keeping her eyes on the floor never looking up at him. He was still stunned by her appearance and didn't register that she had walked away from him. He stood with his hand on the front door, his eyes glazed over and staring out into nothing. It was too late at night for his mind to try and comprehend this level of shock. He blinked a few times when he realized she'd reached her car and was pulling the driver's side door open. He let go of the door and sprinted across his front lawn, catching her by her forearm and spinning her around.

"That's the last time you walk away from me." He grumbled, shoving her door closed and pushing her against the car.

His lips crashed into hers, rough and unyielding. Neither of them were prepared for the ferocity of his attention and their teeth clashed against one another's. Her hands roamed over his shoulders, rubbing the top of his head, while he reciprocated running a hand through her hair and tugging the ponytail out. He never liked it when she had her hair tied back. In an attempt to get closer, his hands clutched onto her sides and she let out a tiny yelp at the force. He pulled away, checking to see that she was ok. She was panting and her hair was a mess. He didn't give her a chance to question any more of her decisions. He scooped up her bag, bent down and hoisted her up and over his shoulder.

"Happy!" She squealed.

She pounded her fists into his shoulder, begging him to let her down. He ignored her pleased pleas to put her down, his own smile growing on his face. He passed the threshold of his house, kicked the door shut behind him and carried her all the way down the hall into his bedroom. He tossed her down on the bed and she giggled, covering her mouth with her hands.

"You're staying here." He enforced, the implication of her even trying to run away not being an option.

She smiled and nodded. She wasn't about to run out on him another time. This time she'd stay. This time she'd actually spend the entire night.