Every Breath You Take (Denis Stoff, Denis Shaforotov, Asking Alexandria)

9

Denis-

"You like my sister." Hannah smirked immediately as the door clicked shut.

"I don't know what you are talking about." I said, playing it cool.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't be coy with me, I can see through my brother therefore I can see through you. I know your type." She smirked.

"Do not." I rolled my eyes.

"Stop playing it cool rockstar boy. I know you have the hots for my sister. So just spill the beans. I'll tell you a secret if you do." She bribed me.

"What kind of secret?" I raised my eyebrow, intrigued by her offer.

"One about Emma." She smirked.

"Deal. You first." I tried.

"Nope. Admit that you like my sister." She smirked.

"Fine." I sighed. "Your sister is gorgeous and stubborn and I like her a lot. Happy?" I rolled my eyes.

"Now that we got that out of the way, tell her." She smirked.

"What about that secret?" I exclaimed.

"Oh, Emma thinks you are cute. But I guess that's not exactly a secret from the way you guys talk."

"Cute?" I raised my eyebrow. "Not sexy? Not hot?"

"It's how girls talk idiot." Hannah laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Oh." I chuckled, looking to my side to see Emma's phone sitting on the couch. "She's gonna flip when she realizes she doesn't have this." I laughed. "I'm gonna bring it to her. Will you be okay on your own for a few? James should be back momentarily."

"No problem." She smiled as I dashed off the bus and inside towards merch.

"Hey Denis." Our merch manager smiled as I approached, a bit confused as to where Emma was.

"Where's Emma?" I raised my eyebrow.

"I don't know."

"You paged for her and she hasn't returned." I volunteered, quite concerned about her well being.

"She went with some guy that way." She pointed towards backstage.

"A guy?" My heart sank. Did she really have a secret boyfriend and was lying about it to me.

"Clean cut, nice looking. Very polite." She smiled.

"Whatever." I muttered, taking the backstage hallways back towards the bus, not wanting to try and find Emma as she was having a rendezvous with a mysterious lover, when I suddenly heard her voice from a few hallways over.

"Get away from me!"

My feet suddenly weren't in control anymore as my body just ran to protect her. I didn't know what I was about to face, but as I turned the corner my blood began to boil.

There was a trickle of blood running down her cheek, and she looked terrified as a man twice her size held her to the wall, fury in his eyes.

"Denis." She whispered thankfully as we made eye contact, the man turning towards me.

"Who the hell do you think you are." He glared, releasing Emma and stalking towards me.

"Depends on who you think you are." I retorted.

"Tough guy aye?" He muttered.

"Leave her alone." I said firmly.

"What kind of an accent is that faggot?" The guy glared. "And don't tell me what to do or not do with my girlfriend."

"She's not your girlfriend." I said through clenched teeth.

"She is what I say she is."

I glanced at Emma's fearful face and then back at him, my blood boiling with anger as I swung, my fist connecting with his jaw, making a sickening crack as he fell to the ground, backing away from me obviously terrified.

"Never come near the Cassells family again." I glared, as the coward ran away, I hadn't even hit him that hard.

I quickly squatted down onto the ground where Emma sat against the wall as I softly clutched her face, assessing her wounds.

She was Pale, as if she had seen a ghost, tears streaming down her cheeks, a fresh cut on her cheek, and swollen lips, around with red marks on her wrists.

"Thanks." She whispered, not looking me in the eye, still a bit spooked from what had just happened.

"Anything for you." I kissed her forehead lightly as I sat down next to her against the wall, carefully pulling her into my arms gently to help her calm down.

Had I really just said that?

She subconsciously leaned into me, sighing contently.

"So who was he? If you don't mind me asking of course." I looked down at her, wiping the dried blood from her cheek and drying her tear stained cheeks.

"His name is Trevor." She bit her lip. She was so cute when she did that. "We dated the two years that we were at university, and he was one of the reasons that I left. Sure art is my passion, but I just needed to get away from him." She sighed.

"Bad breakup?" I raised my eyebrow.

"No. He had a quick temper and would hit me when he got angry. It got to the point where I left to escape it. That's why I have this shell built up around me, to keep me safe."

"So that's why you told me you don't date." I ran my hand through her hair softly.

"Yeah." She sniffled a bit. "He just lowered my confidence and I don't want to have to deal with anybody hurting me anymore."

"They would have to be an idiot to hurt you Em. I mean it. You are gorgeous, smart, talented, you have quick wit and you keep me on my toes. Hell, if you hadn't told me that you don't date, I would have kissed you by now because you are that irresistible."

She stared at me, a bit shocked by my statement.

"Denis I-" she stumbled for worlds.

"It's been a long night. You've been through a lot, let's get you back to the hotel." I said, scooping her up into a bridal carry and began taking her back to the bus.

She buried her face into my neck and whispered.

"Thank you for being here." She said, pressing a long kiss onto my neck, sending shivers down my spine as she clung to me, afraid to let go in case anybody would hurt her.

But I wouldn't let that happen, I wouldn't let anybody hurt her.

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A/N: My holiday is over! So I'll be updating some tomorrow probably! The first thing I have to do though is write chapter 13 of 'The Road' again because it was cut off and eventually my copy was deleted. So that should be up soon! Leave your feedback for faster updates. Much love! -Anon ❤️