Just Hold Me (Sidney Crosby) EDITING THEN CONTINUING

Chapter 33 - Washington

After getting off the bus, I found us getting off at an airport.

As everyone starts unloading off the bus, I grab Sidney's shoulder with both my hands.

"We're getting on a plane?" I ask him.

*Sidney's Point of View*

"Yes we're getting on a plane. A private plane."

"I've never been on one before though." She says, hanging onto me.

"Well ours is really nice."

"I'm kind of nervous about this." She says to me, making me squint my eyes in confusion.

"Why would you be nervous?"

"I'm kind of scared of planes?"

I set my beg down in disbelief. I smile at her, amused by her adorable fear.

"If you've never been on one, how could you be afraid?"

"That's a dumb question."

"True."

Then she just stares at me with her big brown eyes, silently pleading with me.

I picked up her and my bags.

She crossed her arms over her chest, and made a face when we exited the bus.

"You always have to pick me up don't you?" She asks, not looking at me, an adorable mean face still coating her flawless features.

"Well, it makes you happy doesn't it?" I ask, smiling at her.

She turns her head and tries to stay mean, but gives in as she cracks a big smile.

"There she is!" I say, kissing her nose.

She sighed as we started to climb the stairs of the airplane.

I drop her on one of the many couches. I walk to the other end of the plane and drop my bag.

She sits up as I walk over to her. She looks around with wide eyes as she curls her short and thick legs up and brings them to her chin. It's so cute when she does that, honestly.

It's like a sense of innocence. Ah, it's just adorable.

She wraps her arms around her knees and just looks at everyone with a childlike expression.

"Hey? You okay?" I ask her, sitting down next to her, putting my arm around her shoulders and pulling her in close.

She kept hugging her knees as she laid her head down in my lap, pulling her sweater around her as much as she could.

"Are you cold?"

After a few short seconds, she nods slowly.

"Hey! G! Toss me a blanket!" I say, in return getting a long quilt.

She sits up and wraps it around herself. It was so big that there was still excess fabric at the bottom. Then with a few movements of her legs, she was cocoon, all wrapped up and laying in my lap.

*Hannah's Point of View*

I'm not cold. Although it was quite cozy, it wasn't my reason. I wore the short sleeved shirt like Sidney had asked me to, but I put a sweater over it. I don't know how everyone will react to my scars.

I never even wanted to show Sidney until way later. Or maybe even never, even though I knew that it wouldn't go unnoticed if our relationship continued to build.

I just showed him at 3am when I was drunk on my mind and the trust I was putting in and the trust he was putting out. I felt high.

Once all the guys sat down, I closed my eyes so I couldn't see them staring. But for once in my life, I wasn't tired. And I couldn't sleep, even though I was trying.

I opened my eyes to see everyone still staring at me.

So I smiled at them. I didn't show teeth, but it looked real.

They all laughed and started talking.

I turned so I would be laying on my back, my head still in his lap, and looked up at Sidney.

His eyes were still glued to me. Except he wasn't smiling.

"Is something wrong?" He asked me.

"Nope. Just still a little nervous about flying."

"No, that isn't it."

"Then I don't know." I said.

"You can tell me anything."

"I'm not upset okay?" I say, in a whisper, my tone slightly raising after sitting up in his lap.

"That right there proves that you are."

I look down, not wanting to explain myself. Why? Why does this always happen to me? Why after everytime I once feel happiness does this stupid thing make me feel like shit? Why me? Why does it always pick ME?

"Tell me what's wrong."

I look up, "How am I going to show them?"

He looks away and turns toward me, his chest directly in front of me.

"Just take off your sweater and ignore everyone. Act like there aren't any scars. Act like nothing even happened."

I hope he's right. I nod.

Sid pushes the blanket down off my shoulders as I push in off of my legs.

I sniffed as I took off my sweater slowly, still looking down, not wanting to face everyone's rejection.

"Now just talk to me." He says, leaning in towards me.

I smile as I just lean in and kiss him. We kiss and kiss. I could kiss him all day because I think it's actually kind of fun to kiss him. His lips stick out just to follow your movements and when you kiss someone, it's a great feeling anyway. But with him, it's way better. It's different.

When we stop, he's the one that's breathless. II place a hand on his face and just stare at him a smile.

"I'm so happy to be with you. You have no idea."

He smiles at me, turning his head. He takes my arm into his hand and lets his fingers run over the insides and outsides of my arm. He doesn't even flinch when he gets to the rows and rows of scars. He just keeps staring at me with the same happy smile.

When we look around, I felt proud. Proud of myself actually. I'm not afraid as of right now. Later, I do not know, and that scares me. But right now, right now I feel fearless.

I want to show them my scars.

Everyone was looking. No conversation was going on between any of them.

And that was okay.