Fight For You (A WWE fanfic) (Sheamus/Randy Orton Fanfic)

Chapter Three

Maybe He really Cares? What now!?

My hand over my mouth I had tears filling my eyes. I slowly walked to the bed and knelt down beside him lying there crying.

"Steve.." I said quietly with a tear rolling down my cheek. He didn't even look at me. He just lay there crying his heart out on that pillow.

Laying my hand on his arm, he cried harder and shook like I never saw someone shake before. I put my hand on the back of his head I said "Stephen.. Look at me.. Please.."

He tried to get it together a little before he looked at me, but it was hard for him..

"Be.. Bella.." He said wiping his tears.

"Steve.. What happened.. What's wrong why are you crying.."

"Bella.. Because, you were with.. Randy. You two hated each other. And now you're all around him and he's calling you beautiful and.. Bella I.. I was there for you before him. He hated you. Now you're running around with him."

"Stephen. We are just friends.. Please don't cry.. It's okay we are just friends.. Really.."

"Bella but.. You two seem so close.. You stand half and inch apart and you walk together.. I.. I don't know what to say.."

Tears flowed from his blue eyes. I laid my hand on his wrist and wrapped my fingers around it. He laid his face back into the pillow.

"Stephen Farrelly. Look at me. C'mon. Do it."

"No Bella."

"Dammit Stephen! Look at me!"

"Bella I don't-"

"Look at me!" I snapped.

He wouldn't lift his head. It hurt that he wouldn't even look at me now.

"You know what Steve? I tried! You won't even look at me! Randy is just a friend. You don't seem to understand that though. This is your last chance. Either look at me now, or never again. Because if you want to be this way I can be too."

"Bella.." He whispered.

"Look at me." I said annoyed.

Finally. He lifted his head until his blue eyes met mine.

"Listen to me Steve. Randy is a friend. Stop crying. Please."

"I know Bella but if he hurts you.."

"Steve don't think about Randy. Let it go. If I ever was with Randy you already know that I would still be your best friend. Whether you hate me inside and our or not."

Steve didn't answer.. He laid there with his face in that damn pillow crying his Irish heart out. All I could think was he hated me now. That maybe, just maybe he would never talk to me or look at me again. Maybe he would kick me out of the hotel room, and not even come close to me anymore..

I got up from beside him and walked around to the other side of the bed. Slowly crawling in, he still cried, even harder than he was before. I moved closer towards him and laid my arm across his back. Lying there beside him I held his wrist with my other hand and laid there as he cried and shook.

"Stephen Farrelly, look at me. Do it."

"Bella. No."

"Stephen look at me!" I yell whisper.

He didn't look up, so I has one choice. I put my finger on his back and slowly ran it down.

"Bella.." He chuckled a little.

"Stephen. Look at me."

Finally he looked up and his blue eyes hit mine. A chill shot up my spine.

"Stephen. Listen, don't just ignore me and forget this because it's all true. It's straight from me, no WWE involved. You might not understand it Steve, but you mean the world to me. You don't even understand how much I worry about you. You have no idea how bad I feel that I wasn't there to keep you from being beaten with that stupid belt. I feel like a total ass that I wasn't there for you. I screwed up. Stephen I'm sorry for that.. You've got to stop crying though because when you're crying.. It's painful. Especially when I know I'm the reason behind it. Stephen I just want for you to be happy. You might not even care anymore.. But whether you do it not, always remember that I do."

I softly placed my hand on the side of his face and wiped his tears away.

"Bella.. Do you mean that.."

"Steve of course I mean it.."

"I mean this too.."

He closes his eyes.. Lays his hand on my face.. Leans in.. Our lips connect.. We kiss romantically.. And finally after at least two minutes.. It ends.

"Stephen.."

"Bella."

"Steve that was.. That was perfect."

He smiles and brushes his hand over his ginger hair, his face becoming red.

"Awh Steve!" I whisper lying my hand on top of his.

"What?" He answers.

"You're blushing! It's cute!" I say smiling.

"Shush Bella!" He says chuckling slightly.

"Steve I'll get you a beer fella, just stay here, I'll be back. Haha."

"I was hoping you'd say that!" He says happily.

I walk to the kitchen only for my phone to go nuts in my pocket...

I turn it on, only to see Randy has texted me three times, and is now calling me.. Should I answer..