Beau and Arrows (A Beau Brooks/Janoskians Story)

Heavy Mercy

A/N- Hey, I posted a little bit earlier this time :3 I'm going to post every two to three days, since when I go back to school, I might not have enough time to post every day :D I hope you enjoy this chapter, its longer then the other ones :) Have a great day, thank you for reading :D 

Slowly, she limped over to the door. The energy in her body was drained, she was sure the cuts she had made were going to end her life, they were so deep! She felt like they had, at least. She pressed herself against the door, afraid to open it.

“Who are you?” She whispered. She heard his body press on the other side of the door.

“Open the door and find out.” He challenged, in a low, deep voice. He stepped back, she saw the shadow of his feet outside her door.

Her shaking hand reached out to the lock of the cubicle. She attempted to grab it several times, but she couldn't stable her hand to grab it. Finally, she twisted it open, and crying, her enervated body collapsed in his arms. She held him tightly, and he hugged her back. He was warm, she felt safe in his arms. She looked up, shocked at the person who had saved her life.

“Beau?” She exclaimed.

“At your service,” He said, saluting her as she let go.

“You saved my life.” She whispered, backing away from him. She didn't know how she could go from feeling so safe to so vulnerable in the space of a second.

“I know. And I'm glad I did.” He told her. “You don't need this.” He told her, shaking his head. “You can be anything, why would you choose to be dead?” He asked her. She shook her head, unable to contemplate the events that had just happened.

She examined his body. His muscularly, toned physique that was visible through his shirt, beautiful green eyes and waxed half metro, half surf kind of hairstyle. His thick Australian accent melted like butter on her tongue.

“You're beautiful.” She whispered, in awe. She was so confused at why she felt so attracted towards him, when she had been so content to feeling so lonely. He raised his hand to her cheek and her heart raced fasted and faster. His fingers delicately brushed down her face. She felt herself turning bright red, but it wasn't visible under all of the make-up, so he was none-the-wiser. Her mouth opened, but she couldn't string a sentence together.

“You're not alone.” He said, as if reading her thoughts. “Your mum might be a...” He cleared his throat instead of swearing. He respected her, more then he had respected anybody else in his life. “And your friends might not care, but you don't deserve to be alone.” He said. She was confused. She didn't know him, but from what she'd heard he was loud-mouthed and rude. The Beau she was seeing was not like that at all. “Give me your phone.” He said, after a second of silence.

“Excuse me?” She exclaimed.

“Give me your phone.” He said again.

“Are...Are you going to rob me?” She asked nervously.

He laughed, a sweet, charming laugh, unlike her mother's. “No, just give it here.” He told her. She handed her IPhone 5 over to him. He added himself to her contacts. She timidly laughed at the love heart he'd added after her name. He gave her his IPhone, and she added her name, without the love heart. Seeing this, Beau frowned slightly before putting his phone back into his pocket. “Call me, whenever you feel like doing this, ever again, alright? I'm here for you.” He told her sincerely, holding her hand. He leaned in, and kissed her on the forehead lightly. Electricity zapped through her body as his lips touched her skin. “I'm going to go, before the boys find out I'm in the chicks toilets. But don't forget what I said. It's been nice meeting you, Paige.”