Reunited - MAGCON 2017

Chapter Five - Fans and Comfort From Cameron

ALLY'S POV:

"What did you just call me?" I raise my voice, my blood beginning to boil.

"Dude, Taylor what the fuck?" Blake says, shocked by Taylor's comment.

"Taylor, I fucking swear to God-" Hayes storms towards him angrily before I place my arm on his chest to stop him from going any further.

Taylor scoffs.

"Slut," he mumbles under his breath, so quietly I almost didn't hear.

But I heard.

Everyone heard.

One of my hands are still laced with Trey's. I let go of his hand, lift his guitar to one side and stand up and run off the bus. I'm not upset. I'm not hurt. No fucking way am I upset. It would take a lot more than his childish comments to make me upset. I'm fucking pissed.

The cold air hits my face the second I step off the bus. It's refreshing but it doesn't make me feel better. I breath in deeply, trying not to focus on what just happened but my temper is rising more and more with every breath. My head is pounding and I want to scream. The only thing I can think to do is leave.

I begin to walk away, as quickly as possible but just as I leave I hear a voice calling my name. I don't know who it is and I don't care either, I'm not in the mood to talk right now.

"Ally!"

I keep walking, not turning my back.

"Ally! Ally, stop!"

I feel a warm hand on my arm which spins me around to face a familiar figure.

"What? What?!" I practically scream.

I freeze when I see that it's Cameron. He's staring at me with a hurt look on his face, I instantly regret shouting at him and guilt washes over me. He says nothing.

"Oh, I'm- oh Cameron, I'm so sorry, no please I didn't mean to shout, I just-"

He reaches out and places his arms on my shoulders, rubbing my top of my back.

"Shh, shh Ally it's okay, it's okay. Don't be sorry, c'mere."

He wraps his strong arms around me and pulls me into a tight, comforting hug. His warmth embraces me in the cold, dark night and I bury my head into the crook of his neck. He slowly rubs my back as my arms stay wrapped around his neck. I love this. I don't want to let him go.

He places his head on top of mine and places a hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair. His other hand is wrapped around me securely, rubbing my back.

I feel as if thousands of butterflies are flying inside of me. I melt into his strong figure and I can feel my anger slipping away.

"Thank you Cam," I mumble into his jumper. He strokes my cheek with his hand.

As he goes to pull away, I can't help but pull him even closer towards me and wrap my arms around him even tighter. I bury my head into his chest. The moment is just so perfect.

He seems taken aback by my reaction, but simply wraps me in his arms even tighter and more comforting than before.

We stand there, in each other's arms in the cold night for a good few more minutes before I pull away. He kisses the top of my forehead, his hands rubbing my arms, before asking, "you alright, babe?"