Hearts on fire. (A Vic Fuentes Fanfiction)

"Get the fuck off me!"

~Harper's P.O.V~

"GET UP YOU LAZY SHIT!" My head is pounding. A squeaky voice shot me back from my dreams, which im guessing is Jack.

"leave me alone." Now the hangover is getting to me. I feel sick, dizzy and just ill.

"nope, not until you get up." I sigh defeatidly, as i know he wont leave it.

"okay Jack. I'm up." I smile simply lifting myself up of the sofa. My eyebrows knot in confusion as i take in my surroundings.

thats it, im in the all time low bus.

"where is everyone?" i question placing my frizzy hair in a bobble.

"In bed."

"why?"

"its seven. I didn't want you to be late so i decided to wake you." Jacks devious smile spreads across the room like butter on toast.

i stand up, brushing my clothes down. Cringing almost as i realise ive been in these clothes for two freaking days.

Walking over to Jack, i grab his right cheek and pull it cutely.

"Naw whos a good Jack." I tease.

"Get the fuck of me! get to you're own tour bus before i.." He sarcastically remarks back. But obviously failing.

"Before you?" I carry on for him, when his laugh echoes the bus.

"See you later Harp!" He winks slyly, pushing me out the door.

I take a few steps out of the bus and the cold winters air hits me. the way the wind soothes my neck and finds its way into the creaks and cracks kn my clothes. Goosebumps begin to form on my forearm as i quicken my speed. My nose begins to run and om beginning to freeze, already.

"Harper?" A light, manly kind of voice caught me of guard and i realised i was walking past pierce the veils' bus.

I dont bother to turn around, i just quicken my pace, when footsteps behind me creak nearer.

"Hey, wait!" A cold hand grabbs my wrist, im spun around harshly, and i wince as his rough hands are digging into the scars.

Vic seems to notice i winced and his eyes soon begin to search mine for an answer. I rub my wrist with my other hand as i stare down at it.

I have a full sleeve done, on my left arm. its basically a memorial thing, where i can remember my family and the loved ones who have died, then towards the end i have like, flowers and a mirror on the inside of my wrist. the mirror goes around most of my scars. Its so basically i can look back and see what i ust to be like, compared to how strong i am now.

Awkward silence fills between us.

"Can i uh. Ask you something?" Vic seems sort of shaky and nervous.

"ofcourse you can" i smile taking a seat on a bench near the busses.

"are you're scars deliberate?"