Can you blame me? Scirstie fanfic

Anonymous

Scott's POV
I stare at the text on my phone in shock..repeating the anonymous writers words over and over again in my head...

"She's mine." Was all the texter had sent..but I recognized the number, and everything about those two simple words gave me an uneasy feeling.

I soon realize we are still on stage. I snap out of my shocked faze and wave goodbye to the fans before stumbling off of the stage.
As soon as we exit the stage, I run to my dressing room, locking the door behind me.
A million thoughts swirl through my head. I was unable to think.. was this anonymous person bluffing? Were they a crazed fan that managed to get my number?? I don't know..all I want is to keep Kirstie safe.

Should I tell her?
No..that might ruin her happiness..
It'll only make her worried..

*later at Scirsties house*
Kirstie's POV
I sit on mine and Scott's living room floor, tossing Olaf's favourite chew toy across the room. I watch the white shaggy husky run to retrieve it and bring it back to me.

"What a good boy Olaf!!" I coo playfully.

He barks in return. I watch as Scott walks in, grinning ear to ear.

"Hellloo my beautiful Fiancé!" He beams cheerfully.

Olaf's head cocks to the side to stare at Scott.

"Say hi daddy!" I say, looking down at Olaf.

Olaf lets out a loud howl, while wagging his tail at Scott.

"Hi Olaf!!" Scott smiles, "I'm gonna go take a quick shower." Scott says looking over at me and kissing the top of my head.

He then sets his phone down on the table and walks down the corridor, disappearing around the corner.
I then continue to play with Olaf and watch T.V when my throat begins to get a little scratchy from our recent tour.
I sit up from the floor and get the kettle running to make some peppermint tea with honey.
I wait in the kitchen as I begin to hear a low rumble from the kettle, followed by a ring from Scott's phone.
Being the curious bitch I am, I walk over to his phone to see who he was texting.
My eyes widen as I read the text.
"Surrender the slut or we're gonna have a problem, Scottland."

I immediately recognize the number, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I decide to open up his phone to notice he also had two other texts from earlier from the same anonymous person;

"She's mine"

"You're gonna regret this, Scotty Boy.."

No. No. No. No. No! All I wanted was to settle down and get over this sh!t.. Is that too much to ask?! Millions of thoughts and emotions take place in my mind.

I examine the unknown number, determined to find out who it is..when I remember...I cup my hand over my mouth in shock as Scott walks into the room with wet hair.

"What's wrong?" He asks concerned.

"You should know, Scott." I say with a hint of anger in my voice as I pull out the text messages for him to see.

"Listen..Kirst, I didn't want to tell you because I wanted you to be safe and most importantly..happy." He says, bowing his head down in guilt.

I can't help but blush at his caring words.."I know Scott..I love you soo much. I understand, I would probably do the same for you, whether you would have appreciated it or not." I explain, rubbing his shoulder.
"But..that's besides the point.." I continue, "I think I know who this anonymous bastard is....and we're going to get to the bottom of this.."

A/N: Soo..I know y'all are probably gonna slaughter me for leaving you at another cliffhanger, but I guess the purpose of these stories is to raise your suspicions and get you thinking who anonymous is..but you'll find out soon enough ;)-xoxo, Jay