Hearts on fire. (A Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

"That has to be personal. I wont ask her about that."

~Harper's P.O.V~

The cold metal sticks to my ear as i walk frantically around campus at three in the morning. I dont feel like going back to our tour bus yet, though.

"Alex.. im so sorry man. but are you up?" His loud grunt echoes through the speaker as i realise ive just awoken him.

"i am now. The doors open as usual." He hangs up almost immideatly as i make my way to their bus.

I get there in just a few minutes. i dont bother to knock. When i reach the insides im greeted by the warm air that the heaters have been creating.

"What the fuck you done to you're face?" Alex's sharp tone catches me.lf guard. His huge feet take steps towards me as i fall on the sofa.

"shush Lex! people are i asleep." i hush him, avoiding eye contact, even though i can feel his googly eyes staring at me.

"so what the fuck happened?" His right arm flows around my cold neck, as he pulls me in for a satisfying cuddle.

"Jess slapped me" i sigh, nuzzling my head in his bare, hairy, gross chest that i was never really fond off.

"She slapped you and you bruised from it?" He seems to be chuckling from the information, not believing a word.

"im serious Alex. she slapped me." i huff.

"why?" his fingers trace circles on my right arm as i proceed to talk.

"Vic got all personal. He heard Hime, basically.. Hime f-" i choke on my own words as they cant seem to flow out of my mouth fluently enough.

"God dammit Harp. Spit it out."

"okay, Hime-sort-of-fingered-me-in-the-shower-and-Vic-overheard-and-i-felt-bad-and-jaime-got-out-the-shower-and-went-to-bed-because-i-was-ignoring-him-because-i-felt-horrible-for-vic-i-then-came-out-in-a-towel-thinking-no-one-was-awake-when-vic-was" i take in a huge sigh hoping Alex and heard and understood all that.

"and-then-i-sat-with-him-and-he-noticed-all-the-scars-on-my-thighs-and-asked-about-them-then-we-rowed-and-jess-woke-up-and-she-started-so-i-hit-her." His glare meets mine as he stares understandably.

"Jesus." he huffs pulling me tighter.

"But what else was i supposed to do, Lex. He wanted me to explain and show him the scars but i couldnt. i cant just tell him. i dont want his fucking pity either. I just didnt want to tell him because he's not you. He's not my bestfriend." Tears brim my eyes as i feel so pathetic.

"i understand. You're playing main stage tomorrow so an early start! Get some well rested sleep." He kisses my temple lightly and humms, as i fall into a deep sleep, from counting sheep.

~Vic's P.O.V~

"I swear Hime you best tell me the truth!" my voice raising from my obvious anger.

Jess has left in a huff, which i couldnt really give a fuck about. Im just pissed as Harp said they didnt fuck. at first anyway. Then she just admitted she did.

"what no! i've already told you i used my fingers what more do you want!" Jaimes tone annoyed.

"so, you didnt sleep with her?" Tony adds.

"Ofcourse i didnt. Ive only known the girl a few hours. Shes lovely and shit but neither of us wanted that. it was just a bit of fun." he huffs running his wide fingers through his hair.

"besides. She ignored me after. She looked a little upset." He sighs walking back to the bunks.

"Thank fuck Jess has gone though." Mike sighs and yawns at the same time.

"Fuck off Mike."

"Woah chill dude. Whats pulled you're guitar strings jeez? I'm hitting the sheets. Main stage tomorrow boys."

So they really didn't sleep together. So why did she say she did? Probably to hush Jess.

"Yeah, im napping to. See you losers in the morning." Tony follows shortly behind Mike.

"I think you should talk to her, man." Jaime's voice is honest, and shaky.

"why?"

"Because you obviously have taken to her or something. Stuff like this always happens. We was drunk." His comment sort of satisfys me.

"I dont know Hime." i sigh.

"Did you see the scars on her thighs when you, you know?" His eyes open wide and meet mine.

"i umm, yeah. But i decided not to say anything because it was the wrong moment but god, theres loads. I dont know if you have noticed, but she has a full sleeve doesnt she?" He continues.

"Yeah?" i raise my eyebrow.

"Well, at the bottom, like near her wrist she has like, a mirror and in the mirror is loads of scars. not like, tattoo scars, her own. I dont know i think its just like something about her past life."  He takes a huge gulp of the drink, and sighs.

"That has to be personal. I wont ask her about that."