My favorite run away AU

Chapter 9

JT POV

She went to do something with her hair. I cant believe it. It was so obvious! The only thing was, Why didn't she talk to me? Was I not a good enough friend? Did I do something wrong? Was I not there the one time she needed me most?

I walked into the bathroom and took a quick hot shower. I went to get dressed but I couldnt find my shirt. I walked out of the bathroom looking to see if I dropped it outside the door but no luck. I heard singing so I waited outside for a second listening.

I can see those tears

Pooling in your eyes

Begging to fall down your face

Don't let them win

Don't let them trough

Don't let them tear your heart in two

I can't be brave unless your there

Your my support

you help me stand

When I feel like

Shattering in to a million

Little pieces everywhere

Let it all out

You can lean me

You've helped me through

this life i'm living

Im your support

you can lean on me

I will be next to you

Helping you stand

Ill fix your heart

When someone breaks it in to

A million little pisces everywhere

Ill be right there

when the walls wont hold

Ill keep you safe

Ill hold you close

And ill be there when your tears fall

When your tears fall

Ill wipe them off

Your pretty face

Just don't let them win

And ill be right here when your tears fall

When your tears

fall

She wiped her eyes with the inside of her sweat shirt and took it off. My eyes immediately went to her wrist. "What's that on your wrist?!" I asked already knowing. "Oh It's just a few scratches... Nothing to worry about." She laughed nervously. "How long have you been here?" She asked. "I like your song." I said as I walked over to her. "We both know that's not what's on your wrist! Why didn't you talk to me? I could have helped you! We get through everything together! Why did you do it?" I couldn't help it. My best friend could get seriously hurt and it could have been my fault. It was my fault. "I couldn't tell you. You never would have talked to me again! You would have been the person I care the most about and you would have left. I thought about it so much. I turned from talking to people. from talking to you, to writing songs. I cant play piano or any instruments, but I can sing and write. I confided in my songs. I created secret little worlds. Some ended with a happy ending, some ended tragic. They are my entire secret side of me. The poetic, musical side. I hide behind them. I knew something bad when happen when you found out. Then I started to get hopeful and tell myself If you found out. I can only be the real me with my music. I don't want to keep hiding things because I don't want to loose you, but I know I come with too much for someone to not neglect me or leave me." And with that She stood up and put her sweat shirt on. She grabbed her song- writing journal and walked out the door before I could say anything. She walked out the front door and I wanted to follow her but I knew she needed space.

It was now 7:45 and she wasn't back yet. I was about to go look for her when there was a small knock on the door. I opened it and it was Jordan. "Where have you been!?" I grabbed her wrist harder than I meant to. I pulled her upstairs and sat her on her bed. I saw her start shivering and she had rain drops still on her face so I dragged her to the bathroom and helped her sit on the counter. I got her a towel and she wrapped it around herself. I moved her legs and got bubble bath and Epsom salt and poured them into the tub and started a hot bath for her. "I will be right back." I said as I left to get her some fresh clothes. I went to my side of the closet and grabbed a sweat shirt and some sweat pants. I went to her suit case and grabbed a pair of underwear, fuzzy socks, a bra and a book then I walked back to the bathroom and placed the folded clothes on the counter next to her. I tried to lift her sweat shirt, Knowing she had a shirt underneath, to see her scars but she wouldn't let me. "Can you please roll up your sleeves if you cant take off the sweat shirt." I asked. She rolled up her sleeve and I got suspicious but just softly grabbed her arm to look at the scars. "I am so sorry that you felt like I would leave you or hate you for this and you felt like you couldn't talk to me about it." "I'm sorry I was acting childish and left. I am like my mother that way." Another tear rolled down her face. I turned off the bath and and wiped the tear off her cheek. I handed her a book I brought when I brought her clothes. "We will talk when you get out of your bath ok?" she nodded her head. "You and I will eat when you get out of your bath and when you get hungry." "Thank you." She said as I walked out of the bathroom shutting the door. "You are nothing like your mother. You are way better than everyone on earth."

Something happened and she isn't going to tell me about it. If she doesn't feel like she can be herself and comfortable around me, she won't talk to me. I put blankets hanging from the bed and they covered hers. I got the 2 pizzas Mom had ordered for Jordan and I for dinner and put them on a tiny tray table at the end of the bed. I got her laptop and looked at her lock screen.

Who is this? Is he from a movie or something? I typed in the password and she had no tabs open so I was able to see her home screen.

I didn't know she had these photos. We had done these after I got out of school the day after she came here. I set the next movie on our list up and changed into some shorts and a T-Shirt. She Knocked on the door a few minuets later and I quickly walked to the door and turned off the lights. I opened the door, grabbed her hand, and pulled her in the room.

She ran into my arms and I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her small form. She suddenly pulled away and I missed the warmth of her hug. She is your best friend! Don't think that! I scolded myself. I walked to the top bed (Which was mine) and got some blankets and gave them to her. We put some pizza on two plates and got comfortable on her bed. About half way into the movie, we finished the pizza and put the plates outside the bed fort and repositioned. I layed down first then she layed down right next to me. I layed my arm across her shoulders and she rested her head against my chest. It felt right to have her in my arms. I wasn't even watching the movie any more. I was staring at the girl next to me wondering what was happening. One minuet she is my best friend, the next I think I have a crush on her. I fell asleep to the thoughts of My best friend and crush.