From Mine to Ours

Chapter 34: Exposed?

It's now the next day and my head has been reeling the events with Julian yesterday quite literally all night. Not only that, but with all of them. All of the sneaky glances, the kisses, the adoring smiles, the kindness, the intimacy and even their patience. Anything that involves them is on my mind and I can't stop it no matter how hard I try. Thus, any hope of some beauty rest has flown out of the open window that is now showing the beginnings of the sunrise.

I'm getting deja vu...

I've been so dazed all Saturday and all of last night, I didn't even notice all three of them waltzing straight into my room until they were sitting besides me, making me nearly fall off the bed if the dark haired man hadn't caught me in time.

"What the-"

Asher shows me an apologetic smile, rubbing the back of his bedhead with the palm of his hand, "sorry, we knocked a few times, but now answer..."

Well, I could've been sleeping... The sarcastic side of me almost replied.

I take in their disheveled appearances that most definitely match my own. Not even Sebastian combed his hair yet. This might be the closest thing I have ever seen to him not looking "put together".

I rid myself of the distractions I'm giving myself, forcefully pulling my eyes off him to chance a look at the alarm clock letting me know it's barely 6 am in the morning.

"Um... as much as I enjoy your company..." I turn back to them, pulling the covers over me a bit tighter while I sit up against the headboard. "Why are you here this early on a Sunday morning?"

The blond gives a very noticeable shove on their largest lover's back, telling me that there's definitely something urgent he's not telling me.

He clears his throat and I nearly don't catch a word leaving his mouth. I forget how even the deepest of voices still experience the wonder that is a "morning voice". How can his voice sound this deep?! The sudden harsh thumps coming from my heart brings a flush to my face... again.

I finally tune into his words, "Alexis is overseas for some business, as you know," he scoots over to my side of the bed, placing a hand over my covered knee. "Due to the time difference, she forgot how early it still is here, but she called to... inform us of something we thought you would like to know about straight away," he looks past me, probably getting some reassurance from the others.

"You're kind of scaring me..."

A nearly silent beat passest, the sounds of deep breaths covering the songs of the birds outside. "She caught wind of the media going haywire over here," the free hand not rubbing circles on my knee motions for something and a phone, Asher's to be exact, is displayed in front of me. "Well, we think you should see this for yourself,"

I carefully grab the device with both hands, the digits trembling slightly at the worry crossing all of their features. What is going on? Am I dreaming or something?

The first thing my hands take notice of is the title and my eyes nearly bulge out of their usually secure sockets. 'The one who wins hearts all over the world, Noah Huxley, finally exposed?!'

As if I was in some sort of drama, the phone slips out of my fingers and onto the mattress below me as soon as I catch sight of the first picture below that awful title.

A collage filled to the rims with photos of me from all over. In front of my apartment, at work, the runway, photoshoots, the café and so many places with... them.

Whether it's kisses on the cheek, a brush of fingers against mine, getting lost in a random fit of laughter, a lock of eyes, Sebastian wrapping his coat around me on our walk back from the end-of-year party; it's all there.
I can feel the all too familiar sting behind my eyes. The warm tears relentlessly slip down my cheeks the moment I let them fall for a few moments. I have no idea how long I've been crying, but through it all, I'm surrounded by three beyond amazing guys. Their arms carefully wrapping around whatever part of me they can find in a sort of group hug. I can feel it. I can see the way they're being extra cautious not to suffocate me, but still be close enough to let me know they're there.