The Swap // Denis Stoff

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I ended up going back to a hotel with Derek and Anya. I feel so bad for her to be up and moved around constantly; she's only a tiny baby. She should be in a nice cosy home being adored by both of her parents but instead we are fighting and I don't even know where to call home at the moment. I feel so low right now as I sit and look out of the window. Anya is sleeping on my chest and Derek is having a shower. I feel so out of place; I know I shouldn't be here. My phone keeps going as Denis tries to call me and I just stare at my phone blankly. All of his messages seem confused and pleading at the same time but I don't even know how to react; I feel so exhausted and numb.

'You okay?' Derek asks as he strolls through the room, his hair wet and a towel hanging off of his hips. I snap my glance away from him.

'Yeah.' I say quickly. 'This doesn't feel right Derek.' I blurt out. 'I haven't even heard Denis' side of the story yet. I need to hear him out.'

'Why?' Derek spits. 'You've seen all the evidence for yourself.'

'But I need to talk to him.' I stand up and grab my phone. I lay Anya in her rocker and look in the mirror. My eyes have dark circles under them and my face is like a sheet of paper; so white and fragile. I feel so sad; this isn't where I should be. I feel so wrong.

I look down at my phone and unlock it. Derek scoffs and storms back into the bathroom, slamming the door. I furrow my brow and forget about his nonsense, looking back down to my phone. 

Baby I don't know what is going on. Something is wrong. Why won't you talk to me, I don't understand what I've done wrong? One message reads. Then there's another 3 minutes later.

I've just been on twitter. What the fuck is going on? Why am I being sent all of these pictures of me with Ashley? They're all photoshopped!!!!!

What? Surely he can't be that dumb to make up the lie that he thinks they're photoshopped. I don't read the newer messages and just reply back to that one.

What do you mean you think they're photoshopped? Don't be ridiculous. You don't even have a clue how stressed I have been seeing all of these photos of you and Ashley.

Denis gets back to me instantly.

Amber I am telling you the newer ones are fucking photoshops! When I was out the other night she was fucking following me! The photos that night are of me asking her to leave me alone! You have to believe me! Amber I just want to see Anya!!! Please!!!

I sigh and he tried to phone me a few times. After the third try I pick up.

'Amber!' He says breathlessly. 'Where are you! Please! We need to talk! So much shit is being stirred you need to let me give my side of the story!' His voice is cracking like he is crying.

'Denis... okay. We can talk. But in your house. I'll meet you in an hour?'

'Yes... yes please. Thank you so much. This is all so fucked up. I'm so sorry for snapping earlier but I'm so frustrated with all of these lies and people trying to break us up! Amber I love you!'

'I love you too.' I whisper through tears.

'An hour, okay? Please come. Please.'

'I will. I promise.'

I hang the phone up and Derek is standing behind me with Anya in his arms.

'What are you doing?' I ask, stepping towards him. Her little face is looking at me as Derek holds her tight.

'You're not going.'

'What... what are you talking about?'

'I said you're not going. He's not good for you Amber. I am. Me. You have everything you need now and you need to stay here.'

'No! Derek what the fuck! You know for a fact that you being weird is the last thing I need right now. Give me the baby.' 

I walk towards him and he jerks away from me. I grab at his arm and he turns, his back to me. 'Derek what are you doing? Give me my baby!' I shriek and dig my nails into his arm. He seethes and turns around, almost throwing Anya at me. I catch her safe and sound and hold her tight against my chest. 'Who throws a baby!' I scream, darting away and grabbing my coat. I grab Anya's baby bag and storm past Derek and out of the hotel room. I run down the hall with Anya in my arms, feeling tears prick in my eyes. What the fuck just happened there? One minute Derek is all happy go lucky and the next he's crazy.

This is all my fault. I should have heard Denis out from the beginning and stopped believing all of the rumours. The pictures were so realistic though. I'm such a fucking compulsive idiot.

I grab a taxi back to Denis. It's been well under an hour but I can't wait that long. I get to his and the front door is locked. 

'Denis!' I shout, banging on it with my free wrist. I ring the doorbell multiple times and chap the letterbox too. I see a light switching on in the hall and take a step back as he opens the door. 

'Amber.' He breathes, throwing himself into me. He hugs me quickly and then takes Anya from me, hugging her into him. I feel tears in my eyes as I look at how happy he is holding her. He looks back to me and I see so many emotions in his eyes. 'I don't know what's been going on Amber... but this is all wrong... I haven't done anything...you have to believe me.'

His eyes plead and I walk into the house with him. He takes me hand and I squeeze it so hard it goes white. 'Denis I am so sorry. I have been the most terrible person over the past few days. I should have listened to you.' I fall into him and cry into his shoulder. It feels so good having him against me; I missed his scent. Denis holds me and Anya close and I sob away, regretting almost every decision I have made over the past 48 hours.

I pull away from Denis and he kisses my forehead. I gulp and the guild hits me instantly; I kissed Derek... hard.

'Denis... I have to tell you... I made out with Derek.'

He sighs and looks up to the ceiling. 'I know. But can we talk about this another time. I'm exhausted... and so is this little one.' He boops Anya's nose with his finger and turns around, walking up the stair with her. I stand and watch at the bottom in awe; he is such a caring father. He walks slowly up the stairs and turns at the middle, gesturing for me to go with him. 'Come on then.' He says softly, holding out a hand. I smile and follow, taking his hand gently in mines. He sets Anya down in her cot and sits on the edge of the bed.

'Are you sure you don't want to talk about it Denis?' I say quietly. 'It's been an insane few days.'

'No. And I know. I'm just glad to have you and Anya back. I was going insane thinking you wouldn't come back to me because you believed all of those lies. We are going to get to the bottom of this though and find out who's doing this.'

'Yeah.' I smile, leaning my head on his shoulder. 'I love you.'

'I love you too honey.'

I look at our little baby. She's so tiny and fragile yet her life has been full of drama already thanks to me. I feel so guilty and stressed out but hopefully after a good sleep I will feel a little better. Her little eyes slowly close as she falls asleep and Denis and I just sit and watch her. He takes my hand gently in his and strokes it with his thumb. I glance down to his hand every now and again and feel so warm and loved. This is where I was meant to be the whole time, and I am upset that I even thought any different.

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HELLO! I have a new story out which involves Andy Biersack, Denis Stoff and Luke Hemmings. It's mostly about Andy but hey! I couldn't resist putting a couple more lovely looking guys in there too. Oh and if you like smut this is one for you... hehe. Go give it a read I dare u X