Picture Perfect (A Zak Bagans Love Story). [ Editing, and on hold. ]

Umbrella

A/N:

Hey everyone. Prepare to wobble. *starts wobbling, stops* alright. Not that I've got that out of the way, RECAP TIME!!!

For those of you who haven't read this, realize I updated since forever ago, and have no idea what happened, here you go. For those of you who happened to continue reading the previous 8 parts and remember, you can skip ahead.

Redland, her sister Autum, and Autum's daughter Anna are all victims of abuse by the same man. Their dad, well, to Anna, grandpa. Redland was given a chance to escape by her mom after she forced her father's hands from the steering wheel of his truck. She ended up I the hospital by none other than Zak Bagans himself. He decided that she would go home, only to find that her dad does abuse her. That's why she needed to leave before she fully healed. Now, he invited her to stay with him, and best friends Nick and Aaron. She I just getting used to life now, and may actually be happy for once in her broken life.

STORY TIME MY CHILDREN!!!

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I stood there, wrapped in only a towel. A 25 year old girl to however old he was. Not exactly the best mix ever. But it's whatever. Given the years  of abuse and having to watch my sister go through that, it was nothing to me, it really wasn't.

"UM.. Can I have a minute?" I pulled the towel closer around me.

Finally getting a clue he said, "Oh! Yeah. Um. Sorry."

After he left I shut the door and began to change rather quickly, not paying attention to whether everything was in the correct place. Luckily, it all was. When I stepped out, he resumed to being his shirtless self, not that that was exactly a bad thing.

"You okay," he asked.

I shook my head, attempting to clear my thoughts from his very clothing. "Yeah. I'm fine."

"You don't seem alright."

Slowly he made his way towards me from the other side of the room, the distance quickly closing between them. Damn. I then noticed the larger details about him. His muscles were definitely chiseled. His biceps were perfectly formed, and they looked like they were made just for me. 

((Sorry But I Must Switch To Third Person P.O.V. I Suck At Writing In First Anymore. My Apologies But From Now, This Story Will Be In 3rd Person. Enjoy!!))

NO!! She tried telling herself. No matter what, it never seemed to work. Sure, she had seen Lane shirtless and even in his boxers on a few occasions but never before had she seen someone so perfect before her very eyes. Once he reached her, he put his arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Someone had to understand. Maybe he did. She prayed he did.

He slowly leaned down and stopped inches from her own lips. "Tell me if you don't..."

She smiled. "If I hadn't wanted you to, I would've said something already." She smiled and stood on her tip-toes, their smiling faces only an inch form each other. She decided to close that small distance herself.

Their lips finally met for the first time since they had met. And it was an amazing feeling.

Freedom.

Peace.

Neither of them realized this but Nick and Aaron stood in the door, admiring the sweet moment. Their leader finally experiencing happiness himself. It was a great night for everyone. But that sweet moment was interrupted when Nick knocked on the doorframe, gathering their attention.  He threw a crooked smile at them.

"So, is it official?" She wasn't sure of the exact answer and was a bit afraid of the answer that would come from the sugar sweet lips she had just Left.

"It's official," he whispered.