Protecting The Bad Boy

Chapter Seven

Sorry about the super long wait guys, please forgive me! I give you permission to whack me with a cacti (; or maybe not...

Here's a picture of the guy who plays Archer, and can we all just take a moment to appreciate how fine he is (; I'm a huge AHS fan and not only is he super hot, but he's an incredibly talented actor! Did you guys enjoy Freak Show? (:

Anyway, this chapter's a little short but I needed it to end exactly where it did. I hope you all enjoy my loves.

Song of the Chapter: Pretty Hurts - Beyoncé

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Chapter Seven: Yes, I Have a Johnny Depp Shrine

I follow Houston up to his bedroom for him to pack up all of his necessities. After arguing with him for several minutes, he finally gave in and agreed to come with me.

"I'd better get some head for this," he grumbles, walking up the last of stairs and onto the landing.

"Houston, I'm doing this for you." I hiss shaking my head. "Just grab all of your shit so we can get out of here, it's obviously not safe."

"Always so nice Bambi," he trails.

"For the last time, I am not a goddamn baby deer!"

Houston swivels around sharply to face me, just outside what I presume to be his bedroom door. He looks down at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "It's a fawn."

"What?" I snap.

"A baby deer, it's called a fawn," he answers, poking my cheek lightly. I slap his hand away.

"Houston I swear to God, you better get your ass in there and pack your bags before I end up putting you in a body bag."

"Okay, okay..." He trails holding his hands up and opening up the door.

Houston's room is not necessarily a typical boy's room. I mean sure, there are small piles of clothing here and there and there was an Xbox set up under a flat screen in the corner. However, the walls are lined with bookshelves and there's an old vinyl player in the corner. The room is separated into two levels, with about four steps leading up to the second floor.

I'm quite awe-struck actually as I begin to actually take in the room. There's a few paintings here and there, surprisingly from artists that I recognise.

"Holy shit..." I drawl, admiring a beautiful piece just above his bed, which looks extremely familiar. It had all these different leaves and swirls, creating the effect that the artist hadn't had to think of the idea, it had just came to them. "Is that an original Angela Rae?" I ask looking back at him, almost speechless.

"Indeed it is," he smiles faintly while gazing at the painting behind me, as if he was reminiscing. I turn around fully to get a better look at him. With his eyes still on the painting, he begins to pull his lip ring between his teeth. "Anyway," he begins, breaking the silence that I wasn't aware of, "what kind of stuff do I need to pack?"

He still looks skeptical about the whole thing, but the good thing for me was that I was the only glimmer of hope he had right now. "Just the necessities," I answer as I began to walk up to the next floor, "I'm not quite sure how things are going to play out, so just pack enough stuff to last you a week or so. If worst comes to worst we can always buy you some more or I have some of my brother's crap laying about."

"Oh yeah," he opens the wardrobe and pulls a suitcase off of the top shelf. Even though he must been around six-foot, he still has to stretch a little, giving me an amazing view of the bottom of his stomach. "Colton right? He was pretty legendary, threw some epic parties before he left."