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Three Days 'Til New Years (Part Three) - Exhibit of Love.

Jacob's pov

"Wait- how did you get here?"

"That's my cue, I gotta go baby, but I'll be back, okay?" I assure, my heart aching at the thought of being away from him again. 

He nods, "Please be careful."

"Of course." I promise, leaning over and kissing his forehead.

He shies away, nudging me away.

"Go." The boy whispers.

I crack a smile and teleport out of there, finding myself in the hallway leading to my father's room. He stands there towering over her, ready to crack her skull.

This, Ladies and Gentlemen, is the Exhibit of Old "Love".

She looks to the door for help, making my father whip his head around to my direction. I make myself invisible and quickly teleport her out of the room.

"Hide. Wherever you go, hide. I'm not responsible for your safety anymore." I grumble, dragging her along my the arm through the hallways of the palace.

We trail through hallways, ball rooms, and the dustiest of places to get underground. Andrea complains about how filthy the place is and that "we need a woman around to fix this place up", to which I responded for her to shut the fuck up, of course. She has no right saying such words in my house. She is lucky I saved her.

As we get through the door to the old torture chamber, Andrea looks in what she guesses is my direction and gulps nervously.

"Are you just gonna leave me down here? What are you doing? What about me?" She questions.

I scoff, making myself visible, "What about you? I have to go fend for myself, Andrea. You know, like I have my whole life."

She sinks back, frowning at me.

"Jacob, please-"

"Don't call me that, ever. There's a portal back to London somewhere in here, find it and run. Don't come back." I order, careful to portray myself as nothing but stern.

"I'm so sorry, I never realised how much this must have affected you. You don't even have a girl to call your own-"

"Shut The Fuck Up, Leave." I interrupt before she can continue.

She looks down to the floor and nods, turning away her back to me. Not my fucking problem anymore.

I quickly teleport back to Troye's cell to find it empty.

Where is he?

"Where is he?!" I shout, banging my fists against the metal cell door.

A low chuckle echoes through the halls.

"Come find him, son."

Storming to where I'm already sure he is, my heart breaks and my chest tightens, but most of all, I'm infuriated.

"Get the fuck away from him." I seethe.

There's my father sitting up on his throne looking arrogant as ever, only now he's got a boy, my boy, sitting on his knee. Troye looks at me with such frightened eyes, visibly shaking on Vaughn's lap. Not a glimmer of his pretty aura is shown, while I can feel mine buzzing off my skin.

He smirks at me and tangles his fingers in Troye's hair, pulling his head back. Troye whimpers and gulps harshly.

"What do you say to me giving you an early New Year's present, aye?" Vaughn asks.

Troye looks down to me, "Please don't."

"I'm giving you one last chance to step away from him. Right now." I threaten, my voice laced with such venom.

Though he scoffs, he rolls his eyes and pushes Troye off of his lap and onto the floor. The boy falls to the floor like a rag doll but is quick to sit back up, obviously trying his hardest not to cry. I rush over to him and hold him up, helping him to his feet and glaring up at my father.

With just the simplest of touches, we both begin glowing.

"The fuck is that?" Vaughn inquires.

"Back, get back!" He shouts.

We separate in seconds, the glow dimming.

"Now touch." He mutters, narrowing his eyes at us.

I sigh and hold out my hand. Troye takes it, making us shine ever so bright.

"No more. Put him back in his cell, now. If you try anything I Will find you two and I Won't show mercy." He warns.

"Shut the fuck up, Vaughn." I take my love's hand again, against my father's wishes, and lead him out of the room.

He grumbles some nonsense I couldn't possibly care enough to listen to as we step out, Troye clinging to me the second we're out of his view.

"Got so scared." He whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist so tightly.

"Baby, you're alright." I murmur, hugging him back and setting my chin down on his head of curls.

"I'm sorry- I just, I don't know what he would've done." He mumbles into my chest, tears beginning to soak down my skin.

"You're okay, deep breaths. Come on, focus on breathing."

"You're okay, baby, just keep breathing."

Many coaxing words, kisses, and hugs later, he's calmed down and simply sniffling to himself.

"I gotta put you back now," I whisper, not able to look him in the eyes. I'm doing this to him.

He nods, "I know."

"Will you be okay?"

"I'll be okay, yes." He murmurs.

"I'm so sorry, Troye, I wish there was something I could do."

"It's okay, I do too... I do too." He trails off.

I place a hand to his chin, making him look up at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

"I love you," I whisper, staring deep into his eyes that look so lost yet so focused that it confuses me.

Though tears well up in his eyes, he glows so bright and beams at me.

"I love you too." ... "I really do."

Now that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is an exhibit of love.

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a/n: you! always always always remember to drive safe please. all that should matter on the road is getting to your destination safely and time efficiently, everything else can wait. be safe and smart out there please.
ilu guys goodnight