trouble | i.g

four - "found you"

*if your wondering what season this ian looks like in my story, it's season 4 appearance! ^ but it'll change to season 5 appearance soon*

Bella's POV

"There you are, Bella." Ian said, lips twisting up in an amused smirk as he watched me. I blinked in surprise but didn't move from the ground, frozen in shock at his sudden appearance. The fact that he was related to the nicest girl in this place really sent me an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"Uh-" I stammered. Fiona sensed the helplessness in my voice as she suddenly moved sideways to block me from sight, and I took that as an excuse to scramble to my feet and flee into the kitchen.

"What's your problem?" I heard Ian snap as the door shut behind me, "I want to talk to Bella."

"But she doesn't want to talk to you, Ian." Fiona replied bitterly. I stood up on tiptoe to peer through the circular window on the door, proud to see Fiona holding her ground against her little brother. The customers scattered around the restaurant all watched him nervously, obviously intimidated by this tense and impatient stranger.

Ian glared, his blue eyes turning to ice, "Well, I know she doesn't want to talk to me, but that doesn't mean I won't."

He suddenly glanced over Fiona's shoulder and met my gaze through the glass, looking surprisingly like he was almost enjoying himself. I ducked down and swore under my breath. That's when I came to realize that he liked the chase - liked watching me run.

I could run for a while, but the only thing that worried me was that so could he.

Ignoring the suspicious looks the cooks at the greasy stovetops were giving me, I pressed my ear against the door and strained to hear the rest of the conversation through the wood.

"Now if you'll excuse me," I heard Ian say calmly, "I'd like to go back there and see her, Fi."

Fiona scoffed, "Well, you can't. Sorry. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you to leave or order something."

There was silence, and I bit my lip, knowing that was the wrong thing to say. There was the sudden sound of sneakers against tile, Fiona shouting, and general ruckus. The door suddenly opened and I fell forward, feeling arms wrap around me as I fell against someone's hard chest.

"Whoa there, sweetheart." Ian murmured, looking down at me worriedly. I planted both hands against his chest and wrenched myself out of his arms, stumbling backwards a few feet. I didn't like the sensation of hugging, obviously, and it was the worst of all contact because it's like your being restrained.

"Is there a reason why you decided to storm the counter?" I demanded, grabbing a nearby whisk to use as a weapon.

Ian smiled at the cutlery I was pointing at him, "I wanted to see you."

"Likely story." I retaliated.

"Okay, fine. I also want to bang you. But that isn't the real reason why I'm here."

I frowned at his provocative comment. Now was not the time, or the place. I was at work, and he can't just storm back here with that cocky smile and worn out leather jacket like he owns the place. Grabbing his collar, I began to drag him out towards the back of the restaurant. My other co-workers watched with curiosity, but I was irritated that they had made no move to help me earlier.