Harmony's pov: "God, don't you know that makes me look!" Daniel yelled at me. "I really don't care!" "well when you're walking off talking to other guys, it's makes you look like a slut. and it makes me look desperate to be with you" "like that's the worst I've been called" I mumbled. "how do you even know that guy? he's famous!" "I met him 4 years ago in Nashville" "well I don't want you talking to him anymore!" "yesterday was the first time I've seen him in almost 3 years ! And don't play that. I saw you dancing with other girls last night" "they were my friends!" "yeah but Brantley is my friend too!! how is it okay for you to dance with other girls, but I can't talk to another guy who's just my friend??!" "that's exactly why, he's another guy." "and those are other girls!"
He stopped the car. and pulled over. "you're not going to make me look bad over another guy. you can either stop talking to that disgrace or get out my car, you filthy whore!" he yelled at me. I grabbed my purse and got out his car and started walking back up to the club. I felt really hurt by what Daniel said. I just wanted to cry. I walked around back where boys were loading B's equipment onto a semi. He stepped off a tour bus. "hey B" I said softly. "Hey, what are you still doing here?" he pulled me to the side. "I need a ride and your the only person here." "my trucks right over there, I'll be there in a minute" he handed me his keys. "thanks B" I took the keys and walked to his truck.
Brantley's pov: I know the look on Harmomy's face. She looked hurt. That face has been burned into my mind from the last time I saw her. I'd really do anything for her.
"I'm heading out early" I hollered and walked to my truck. I opened the drivers door and got in. "what'd he do?" "Please don't" "Harmony I know he did something." "he started yelling at me" "why'd he yell at you?" "because I talked to you. but he was dancing with other girls. Brantley, I just don't know what to do." she sniffled. "let it out baby girl" I said putting the console back and
pulling her over to me. She cried into my chest and I was holding my temper back to not beat that boys face in."you can stay at my place tonight and I'll take you home tomorrow, if you want" I said. she nodded. I exited the bypass around Jefferson and onto the little backroad I live off of. I opened my gate and parked. I carried Harmony to the guest room downstairs. She fell asleep on the ride home. I walked upstairs to my bedroom. I changed and went to sleep.
Harmony's pov: I woke up in Brantley's guest room of his house. I got up and walked into the hallway to the living room. I walked up the stairs and into his room. I didn't even ask. I just pulled the covers back and snuggled into his side. I know he wouldn't care. He woke up halfway and wrapped his arm around me and kissed my forehead.
I woke up on my stomach with Brantley partially on top of my. It was warm though so I didn't care. His chin was on top of my head and his arm around my waist. He woke up and toke his weight off me. "good morning" he said all groggy. "good morning" I side as we lay face to face in his California King bed. "of this whole bed, how to you always end up on top of me." I said remember the times in the past. "because you're comfy" he kissed my nose. He leaned in and kissed lips. We started making out and his hands were all over me.
He broke the kiss. "is this make-up that's 3 years late?" he cracked. I smiled and kissed him passionately. "I never... stopped... loving you" I said between breathes. "me neither" he choked out. His hand rubbed down the back of my thigh and up my butt.
We laid in bed together for another little while. I drew circles with my finger on his chest and abs. I know that drives him crazy. "I miss this" he said starring out the big glass windows on the other side of the room. "me too" I said. I smiled.
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Saving Amy
FanfictionA Brantley Gilbert Fanfiction Tragedy strikes 18 year old Amy Westley's life right before high school graduation, what will happen when she meets 25 year old Brantley Gilbert?