Bulletproof || R.R {#2}

3. |Anger|

Rose's POV

We arrive back at the hotel and take our bags upstairs.

"Alright, so what do you wanna talk about?" Dean asks, falling onto the bed.

"You." I cross my arms.

"What'd I do?" He huffs, sitting up.

"What's going on with you? You've been a different man these last few days. It seems like something really has you pissed off." I shrug.

"I'm fine." He shakes his head.

"No you're not." I squint.

"YES I AM, ROSE. I'M FUCKING FINE. QUIT ASKING ME IF I'M FINE." He yells, clutching the ends of his hair between his fingers.

"I just want you to be okay." I sigh.

He sits next to me and wraps his arm around me. "I never will be. So don't stress over me." He weakly smiles.

"I will. I always will." I shake my head.

"Why?" He tilts his head.

"I don't know." I shrug.

He nods and sighs. "If you only knew." He whispers.

"Knew what?" I ask, turning to face him.

"Nothing." He shakes his head.

"Whatever. I give up." I roll my eyes.

"On what?" He asks.

"Trying. Trying to get you to talk to me about shit. But I realize it's a lost cause. So I give up." I sigh.

"You know what? If you really knew me, you'd know I'm not the type of person that talks about their feelings. And you'd also fucking realise what's going on. Go ahead and fucking give up. Just realise, I'm the only one who's stayed by your side for a fucking reason! HELL, I'M PLOTTING AGAINST MY BROTHER FOR YOU! Open your fucking eyes for once, Rose." He growls, slamming the door behind him.

I pick up my phone and call Ro.

"Hey babe." He answers.

"Hey. What room are you in?" I ask.

"427. Why?" He asks.

"Paige has Kevin over for the night, so I think I'm just gonna come back to spend the night with you." I respond.

"Sounds perfect to me." He says.

"I'll see you in a few." I say, hanging up.

I grab my bag and head down the hall.

I immediately spot Ro's room and knock on the door.

"There she is." He smiles, pulling me in for a quick kiss. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Ro." I smile, hugging him.

"Cuddles and movies?" He asks.

"Works for me." I smile.

Truthfully, I don't want to smile. It takes every ounce of effort I have, but for Roman, I'll do it. Because he doesn't need to worry about me.

He'll have enough to worry about.

I lay down beside him, hoping he wouldn't sense my bad mood.

"You alright, babe?" He asks, stroking my cheek.

"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired is all." I shrug.

"Let's just sleep. I've been dying to just hold you in my arms." He smiles.

"That sounds perfect." I smile, burying my head in his chest.

He holds me close, as if I was about to be taken from him forever.

"I can't wait to marry you." He whispers, kissing my forehead. "Future Mrs. Reigns."

"Soon, babe. Soon." I smile.

He smiles and closes his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

If he only knew what was coming for him.

Dean's POV

I slam the door, throwing myself onto the bed.

She drives me insane. Every detail about her. Her smile. Her laugh. Her attitude. Her anger. Every fucking detail about her makes me crazier than usual.

All I want to do is hold her in my arms and never let go. But I also want Roman to be happy. And that kills me.

Wanting somebody for yourself who's already in love, who's attached to someone, who's about to get married.. its really rough.

And I really wish she felt the same way. But I know she doesn't. She truly doesn't love Roman, but she doesn't love me either.

Or does she?

I just don't fucking know.

And not knowing.. that's the one thing that truly scares me. Not knowing is what shatters me, but I keep everything together.. because hey, a lunatic can't have any problems except a prison record, right?

Wrong.

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