My Missing Puzzle Piece, (Katy Perry And John Mayer Fanfiction).

24- Aren't We?

(John)

Slowly, I fluttered my eyes open and looked around the room before looking back to my left arm. My precious girlfriend was cuddled up around my left arm, but the weirdest thing is that I could see dried tears on her cheeks. I quickly sighed once I realized the whole Russell incident was probably why she was crying.

I brushed the little hairs off her face and kissed her forehead gently, God. She really doesn't deserve any of this, I swear her life just got back on track and now she's depressed again. I want to help, I really do. But Katy just has this habit of shutting people out and she thinks it's the best option when it really isn't. Holding that all in her heart is horrible, I can't imagine feeling like that. Seeing her cry hurts. A lot actually, it feels like you've been stabbed in the heart.

She's sensitive, fragile, and too young for this stuff to be honest. And considering the fact that tomorrow is her birthday and she's depressed is bad, it's so fucking bad. Thankfully, with the help of Jack I finally got the privilege to actually buy her a meaningful gift. I grabbed my phone and dialed Jack's phone and it took a few rings for him to answer.

"Hey dude," he greets tiredly and I immediately chuckle, "Hey, the present is all set. Yeah?" I ask curiously and I could hear him hum in response. "The present, the party, and the cake is all set. Don't worry. You can count on me." He chuckles and I sigh in relief.

"Don't forget to get roses. Red ones." I add and he hums again. "That's all?" he chuckles and I giggle quietly. "Bitch, I didn't ask for too much." I shot back. "Yes, I can start counting."

"I really have to go, Katy I sleeping right now and I really don't want her to wake up. But seriously thanks a bunch dude, I don't know how the hell I would've done this without you."

"Yeah, yeah. Anytime," he chuckles before we exchanged our goodbyes- and ended the phone call.

I looked back at Katy and sighed. God- I never felt this way towards any fucking human being. I just feel sympathy and love. Nothing else- like honestly. Whatever I'll be thinking off will just evacuate and I'll focus on her. Just her. No other fucking person.

I stroked her head very gently and leant down to kiss her temple. She looked so peaceful- so beautiful, so angelic. It's fucking surreal.

I rested my head back at the pillows and continued to observe her features as I stroked her porcelain skin with the tip of my fingers delicately. Her sweet essence of vanilla was very relaxing as I tried to close my eyes- and fall back asleep for a couple more hours due to my exhaustion. I couldn't really fall asleep early because we had to leave Escondido early, and drive extra miles as we passed LA and we came to Santa Barbra for me to meet Katy's parents, and also for Katy to have some time with Angela before she'll have to work on her new album- Which still doesn't have a name.

I slowly was drifting off, and I could feel Katy's soft breathes against my arm, I could even feel her soft raven hair sprawled on my shoulder- and I just- didn't fucking care, I don't care if she even drooled on my arm. As long as she's asleep peacefully I am ready to be her pillow y'know? It's just- she's so fucking fragile, anything would wake her up these days, Just a slight movement would wake her up and she'll have a hard time falling back asleep- I don't fucking want that I just want her to sleep. To relax and brush all of that stress off her shoulders.

I let my eyes close again and fall slowly asleep.

*

"John."

"John. John. John."

I groaned and Katy did nothing but giggle cutely and started stroking my hair. "Whattt." I whine again hiding my face in her chest. "I have to give you something." She happily replies resting her head atop of mine- still running her fingers through my head. "Go ahead baby," I chuckle- hearing a soft sigh from her side. "Love it when you call me baby." She murmurs before I buried my head deeper in her chest. "Baby," I reply.