Irish Love ( Sheamus / Dean Ambrose story)

Chapter 71

This one is for @supplexu I had the intention already to that introduction but you caught me before I could publish it. So enjoy!

Jon/Dean’s POV
Did she just really say that she would make him a bath. What is this. Am I that easily forgotten. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to talk to her, tell her I’m sorry. But I guess she is too busy with Ryan now.  I turned around and bumped into Sheamus. Great why do this always happens
“ I’m sorry”
“ Wrong person to say sorry too”
“ Not really I do owe you one also”
“ Apology accepted. Did you speak to Myrna already?”
“ No not yet, everytime I want to, she is busy or people are around. Or I shut down”
“ Myrna isn’t that scary or do you have feelings for her?”
“ I’m not discussing with that you”
“ I’ll take that as a Yes” 

I then heard Joe call my name saved by Joe
“ Got to go”
“ Talk to her Jon” 

I pretend I didn’t hear the last part. The boys and I got ready to walk down the steps. I did some push up when Colby called for me.
“ So did you talk to her ?”
“ She was talking to Ryback”
“ So you could have asked her if she could step outside for a minute?”
“ Colby from the tone it sounded very private”
“ You do need to talk to her” Joe spoke
“ I know Joe, can we talk after the match?”
“ Sure”
“ But Jon…”
“ Colby after the match” Joe spoke 

Joe had seen my breakdown so he knew I really wanted to fix this. We got the cue and our music was played throughout the arena. Walking down we got pretty much by every fan. At some point I felt someone grab my ass. With all do respect get your hands off my ass Bitch! The match was against Kane, Big show and Curtis Axel. Ryback was pulled out at the last moment. Maybe Myrna had something to do with that, maybe she saved his ass. Don’t think like that Jon she is just looking out for everyone, If I was hurt she would have done the same. Maybe thats why I don’t like that idea. I felt a shot of jealousy through my body, Curtis Axel was going to pay for this.

15 minutes into the match

We were giving the crowd everything we had. My body was sore but we needed this win. Curtis and I were the legal guys. He tried to pin me but somehow I reversed his attack and I did Dirty Deeds on him. I heard the referee count and the crowd scream. After the count of 3 I still wasn’t letting go, it was Joe who pulled me up from Curtis. We left the ring and walked up the ramp where we put our fists together. When we walked backstage Myrna was waiting there for us clapping. I must admit that made me feel great, for a second I forgot the pain in my body. After entering our locker room and jumping into the shower I noticed how hurt my body was. When I was done with showering and getting dressed we got our stuff together and left the arena towards our cars. I watched how Ryback was limping to his car and Myrna carrying all the bags Damn he must be seriously hurt. I felt guilty for my thoughts and feelings right away. I saw Myrna struggle with one of the bigger bags. Dropping my own stuff I ran over to help her. She was trying to lift the bag into the back of the car but it was just too heavy for her. I grabbed the handle and took the bag from her placing it into the back of the car.
“ Thank you” She spoke soft
“ You’re welcome, Do I see you tomorrow? I mean....Ehm... have a good night... Bye” 

I turned around before she could even answer. Why am I so damn afraid of speaking to her.

Myrna’s POV
I didn’t expected that to happen but it was a sweet gesture. But why didn’t he say more. To be honest I was missing our little conversations. Getting into the car I was rewarded with a look from Ryan.
“ What?”
“ Someone wanted to play knight in shiny armour for you”
“ I don’t like shiny armours or knights”
“ What is he then?”
“ I…. I don’t know Ryan”
“ Well that was an interesting thing to see. I wonder what he is thinking right now”
“ So what happened between you and that girl?”
“ Don’t try to change the subject Myrna”
“ I was wondering” I noticed I did that, Did I picked that up from Jon?
“ Ryback was more interesting that Ryan Reeves” Ryan spoke softly
“ She went for the Fame and Fortune didn’t she?”
“ Yeah she thought I would have movie premieres and exclusive party’s like every week”
“ I know we don’t, I know working this job is a hard one”
“ Yeah I wish there was a second version of you” I heard the tone in his voice, the big guy was hurt.
“ Excuse me what it wrong with the original one?”
“ She is having feelings for someone else”
“ Really for who?”
“ Dean Ambrose or should I say Jonathan Good?”
“ To be honest with you Ryan I don’t know what I feel for him”
“ Well you care for him”
“ I care for you also”
“ That’s different Myrna”
“ No it’s not. But there is a somewhat second version of me. She has a good and honest heart and I know she has a crush on you. She is a bit extreme though”
“ What do you mean, who is she?”
“ She is an amazing friend by the name of Kat. I’m talking about black hair with red tips and tattoos.”
“ Sounds hot”
“ You know what, I will invite her to next Raw or Smackdown just what works out best for her”
“ I would love to meet her”
“ You will like her Ryan and if she hurts you well I guess I will have to kill her “
“ You are a crazy woman, but thank you”
“ You’re welcome”

We arrived at the hotel and I was much easier getting the suitcases out of the car then in. Of course there were also bell boys. They took my bags to my room and Ryan his bags to his own. After making a quick stop at my room, I walked the hallway towards Ryan his room when Jon left his room. I noticed he was walking a bit weird
“ You okay Jon?”
“ Yeah fine just a bit sore”
“ You need anything?”
“ No I’m good”
“ Where are you going?”
“ I was going down to the lobby to have a drink, but don’t worry won’t go crazy”
“ You're a grown men, you should do whatever you feel like doing”

I passed by him and knocked on the door of Ryan’s room, within seconds he opened up and was walking around in some basketball shorts and a plain shirt. I stepped into the room and wanted to close the door. When I looked up one more time I saw his eyes. Like Jon was about to cry.