I'm Yours

Chapter Six

Anna's P.O.V.

The rest of the night is a blur of cheers and screams until, eventually, every fan goes home. I hadn't fallen asleep again for fear of another nightmare. Instead I had closed my eyes and let the music drown out my incessant thoughts. A nice break from the constant whirlwind I call my mind. I appreciate music for that fact alone. It gives us the chance to have someone else vocalize our thoughts for us.

I look around and see Reed coming towards me. I force my eyes down to the couch, inspecting the dark grooves in the material. Staring is rude. Voices fog my hearing as I glance up once more, however this time, rather than just Reed gracing my sight, there's about eight other people as well. I suck in the breath and nervously pull on the hem of my sweater, a sudden envy of the unnoticed furniture piece under me. Why couldn't I just blend in.

The closer Reed gets the calmer I feel. I count his uneven steps, keeping my gaze anywhere but his unfocused eyes. My heart slows to a regular pace and relief washes over me. He's finally done, meaning maybe an end to this hectic night. I feel a soft smile form on my lips but it fades as he swiftly stumbles past me.

Where is he going? My eyes start watering and sadness engulfs me at the thought of him leaving. I don't even bother trying to hold back the tears I just sit there and let them fall as they may. I knew it was too good to be true. No one ever stays for the weird, quiet ones. The ones with hidden pasts and paint stained fingers.

I take a deep breath, about to leave, and smell it; the chocolate lemons. Not a moment later the arms that accompany it lift me up and to it's chest. I stare into crystal eyes and break, more endless tears flooding my eyes. I had already known it was Reed yet something akin to relief still cools my body at his touch. I sob harder into his chest, tightening my grip around his neck.

He stayed.

He probably regrets it.

I don't know why I'm this emotional, usually I'm closed off. A dam of unshed thoughts and feelings slowly building pressure. Why of all nights did I have to crack tonight?

"I thought you left me." I don't ever want to let him go. I don't know why. He's not mine.

That statement alone unleashes a void I didn't think existed. A void where this beautifully intricate boy wasn't holding me in his arms. A void I never wanted to think about again.

"Anna... Baby... you think I'd leave you?" He asks sounding hurt. For some reason, even though we just met, now that I think about it, it seems stupid. But this can't be real, can it? How is it possible to go from caring absolutely zilch about boys to never wanting to be away from this random one.

But that is just it. He isn't random, is he? Something is strange with this picture. After living a life where people come and go, passing like temporary tourists through my life, why now does it feel like this one is going to stay?

"Almost everyone else has..." I trail off finally, bringing myself back to the world around me.

I quickly peer back up at him, studying his god-like features. His golden hair his strewn about, some strands falling in the way of his blue orbs. I reach my hand up and push it away from his eyes, longing to look into them. To memorize the foreign colour.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Something so beautiful couldn't possibly want to stare back at me.

I gasp at the sudden pain that washes through my body. It's not physical however, rather it hurts my soul. A feeling I can only imagine to having your heart broken. I glance up once more and see his eyes glass over. My heart really does break at that. He hugs me closer to him and places his head in the crook of my neck, taking a deep breath and letting the few tears that had gathered in his eyes drop.

He's crying. However why I don't know.

"Don't ever say that, we'll never be a mistake," he says kissing my neck, unintentionally unleashing sparks against my skin. I must have spoken my thoughts out loud. Who could have possibly thought I was capable of making a, rather intimidating, boy cry.

As I digest his sentance I catch onto one word in particular.

We'll.

But wait... I've known him for six hours... at most! What's happening to me? I've never been boy crazy, why now? Why am I doing this.

Why don't I care?

"Ok..." I whisper trailing off as he carries me towards the tour bus.

Reed's P.O.V.

I mindlessly walk onto the bus, too lost in thought to do anything that requires much of it.

A mistake? Why would she ever think that we'd be a mistake..? We we're perfect together. Her body fits perfectly to mine... And why wouldn't it? We were made for each other... and I'm in love with her. But she doesn't know that, either of it. I need to tell her. If anything she deserves to know. She deserves everything.

She's wary about us... so I have to prove to her that there can be, and will be, an us. That we'd be perfect together...

That we are perfect together.

I bring her to the couch and set her down. I walk to the small kitchen area to find something for us to eat. I hope there's something left...

I share the bus with Sebastian, Jonah and Dylan. Let's just say there's never much food around here.

The girls also share a bus and 5Quad has their own.

I hear Sebastian walk in and hear, well feel, Anna's pulse quicken. At the same time the butterflies start in her stomach.

Does she... like him?

Jealousy courses through my veins and a small growl inadvertently erupts from me. My eyes darken automatically. She is mine! No one else's! Besides, he'll find his own soon...

I crush the plate in my hand and rush to where she is.

She's still sitting on the couch but now Sebastian is next to her, not that close but, with him, it'll always be too close. His stuff is piled haphazardly in the corner. She's quietly giggling at something he did.

That thought does not help at all.

Only I can make her laugh! I should've brought her with me. The counter is more than big enough for her tiny body.

I walk quickly over to her, pick her up and engulf her in my arms bridal style.

"Mine" I snarl and hold her tighter to me.

My eyes darken even more and by now I'm almost shaking.

She runs her hand up and down my chest and leans her head into the crook of my neck. Her other hand is wrapped around the back of my neck, playing with my hair. She is effortlessly calming me down. She doesn't even know what she's doing. Sawyer's always hard to calm down, let alone myself.

She kisses my neck and pushes herself closer to me, whispering the only words I'll ever want, need, to hear...

"I'm yours."