Protection, Zack Merrick, All Time Low

25

Kimberly

"Thank you for your help, we'll come in tomorrow." I wave goodbye to the man, ans d head out.

I've gotten myself into a mess, last night, I wanted Zack to hold me, even if I was mad at him. I needed him to kiss me and tell me it's okay.

It was stupid of me to drive away and get a hotel, but it was also an impulsive decision, but I was scared, Zack would never hit me unless it was slapping my butt. He would never lay a harmful hand on me.

I decided to call him, "Are you hungry for anything? I'm in town. Lets meet at the diner a few miles from the studio." I wanted to talk to him in a public place, I wanted to do it quietly, and to not make a scene, and in public I was determined we wouldn't.

I got us a booth at the back of the cafe, overlooking a window. "Can I get you anything miss?" A waitress asks.

"I'm waiting for someone, but I'll assume he wants a coffee, same for me too, please." I grin at the woman, my nerves knotting up.

Zack comes into the diner, with slight bags under his eyes. "I'm sorry I ran off, I didn't want to fight anymore."

"I thought you were going to leave me."

"We made a promise, and I wouldn't break it. I promised ee would get through fights, and we will." I soak quietly. "I figured you'd want coffed, so I got you some." I smile slightly, looking down at the coffee the woman lays out.

"Please let me explain that night."

I nod at him to go on.

"When you left, I didn't think you'd come back. It made me feel like Alex was lying about you actually liking me. I was angry, so I went to Vegas, just to feel something.

"I wanted to be away from the guys. So I didn't even tell them where I went. Abd then that night, I get shit faced and five hundred dollars richer. I was celebrating my win with more drinks," he explains, "Then my ex is there, and so are cameras, and she kisses me, and I guess at some point I rub my face in her chest. I hardly remember the night." He admits. "I don't think we has sex, though."

"What about the thing with your mum and you thinking Jack and I were a thing, too?" I ask.

"Mom is very difficult to work with, and she put ideas into my head," he was going to continue, but I cut him off.

"Babe, I want to know why you'd actually think Jack and I would do that to you."

"Honestly?" He sighs. "I don't think I'm good enough for you."

We order our food, and I frown at him, "If anything, I'm not good enough for you? And we aren't going to argue about this, because clearly we're good enough for eachother."

He leans over the table and kisses me, we eat our lunch, dropping the topic of breaking hearts, and continue with our day, but this time, together.