I stand there and stare down at him as he stays seated on the bed. "What?" I ask quietly. My voice cracks a tad and that is what I was trying to avoid.
"I...I don't want you to leave," he says softly, breaking eye contact. The simple words give me a bubbly feeling, but as soon as it starts, it is quickly taken away when he releases the grip on my hand and the empty feeling returns. His eyes shoot to the ground as he cups his hands in his lap. The sadness on his face upsets me all over again and there's nothing I want to do more than grab his face and kiss him to make things better. If only that would make things better.
I stay standing, waiting for anymore words to be spoken. Silence lingers in the air and I feel awkward for just standing here, waiting for what might be nothing. I turn my glance away from him and to the window. The curtains are open and the sun is shining through. I am almost blinded as the light bounces off of the bright blue water from the pool and into my eyes. Now I feel even more dumb, standing there squinting like an idiot. I shift so that it is no longer in my face and debate on shifting myself out of the room entirely.
"I'm sorry," he whispers. I return my eyes to his that are now staring into mine with melancholy. He looks completely worn out. Of course he is; not only did he play an entire concert today, but he also just used all his remaining strength and energy on beating the shit out of Ben. I'm guessing that finished him off, other than the stress that I have been causing him all day.
"Why are you sorry?" I ask with confusion. He's not the one that needed to be sorry, he didn't do anything wrong. I caused this mess and now I am even more upset that he is beginning to blame himself.
"For being so hateful and taking my anger out on you," he says plainly. The emotionless tone that carries in his voice is almost enough to make me question if he is serious or not, but I know that he means it. Before I can say anything, he pats the spot next to him that is still slightly indented from where I was sitting a few moments ago.
I sigh deeply and slowly take a seat on the soft bed. This time we are closer, and his leg is slightly touching mine. It is a weird feeling that I have to be excited in the tiniest bit at the ever so small touch from him. I hope this all passes soon, I wanted the happy Luke back.
"You do not have to be sorry at all," I begin. "I did this. None of this should have happened, but it did because of me. Not you," I urge him with my eyes. "I am that one that has to be sorry, and I am. But I don't care about anything that those stupid people with the cameras or the magazines have to say. All that matters is that you know that I love you, more than anything. Yeah, the whole world may think I'm cheating on you by now, after they just found out about us even dating, but who cares? We know the truth, and to me that's all that will ever matter.
"This is going to come with the fame; rumors, cameras flashing everywhere...But I don't care. As long as I get you at the end of everyday, I will be the happiest girl in the world. Please believe me," I exhale and hold back the tears.
"You're right," he whispers, "and I do believe you." A small, shy smile extends on his lips and butterflies are released into my stomach. Nothing else matters to me either. All I know is that I want you and that's it. So, can we just put this behind us and ignore the outside world and what they have to say about us?"
"I would love nothing more," I say with a smile that I can no longer contain.
His soft fingers lightly grasp my chin and he slides his thumb over my lips. My stomach is now doing a million flips, just like the first time he ever touched me. He guides me closer to him and after what seems like days, his lips meet mine. They are soft and warm except for the hint of coldness coming from the ring. The metallic taste takes me back to the first time that I had tasted it.
He pulls away and looks at my lips before looking up and into my eyes. "I love you," he says with a smile and brings his lips back onto my own. I am brought back to life as his fingers tangle in my hair and he deepens the kiss.
After moments of probably enjoying myself too much, we part our mouths and he gives me a big smile. He takes my hands and holds them in his lap. I give him a questioning look, waiting for a response on why he is all of a sudden jittery and excited.
"Come on, there's something that I want to do."
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I hope you guys are liking the updates. I've had more time to write now with my new job so I'm excited. thanks for sticking around
so i got to meet panic at the disco last night at an event that i worked and i finally got to see them live and h o l y s h i t
Brendon is shorter than i imagined but he is so fucking adorable. literally so gorgeous in person i want to cry. they were all so freaking cute and sweet. the show was amazing and if you havent seen them live yet i highly recommend it. already buying tickets to see them again in april whoops
i also met the x ambassadors and jon bellion. and hey violet....don't really care for them and they seemed kinda rude in person lol thats all ill say
anywaysssssss i started a new story and am pretty excited about it so you guys should check it out! it's a Matty fanfic called Way Out and i made it cuz i love him so much and just woke up one day from having a dream about him and it basically inspired me to write it lol. i hope you guys love it, please check it out and let me know how you feel about it!
i love talking to you guys. i go through and read as many comments as i can and you guys seriously crack me up i love you all so much
well that's all for now, nice talking to all of you. let me know how you guys have been and feel free to message me whenever!
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