Guarded Soul.

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When Lance woke up, he felt cold.

He groaned and opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the sunlight filtering through his silk curtains before sitting up. As his senses grew accustomed to the land of the living, Lance heard water running in his bathroom... the shower.

He blinked and then got out of bed to go and investigate. He pressed his ear against the door and heard a familiar voice humming.

Keith.

Lance smiled softly but sadly as he remembered the previous evening. He went and sat on his bed again, now deep in thought.

He didn't want to admit to himself that he had fallen hard for Keith. He didn't want Keith to know either, however now that he'd kissed him it was definitely inevitable.

What the hell was Lance supposed to do...

This whole... thing... with Keith could jeopardise everything.

Lance felt himself shiver as he thought about Keith being hurt again, the memory of him being attacked still fresh in his mind. Lance couldn't handle seeing Keith like that ever again, so fragile and vulnerable and pained.

Keith is strong.

Keith is perfect.

Keith doesn't deserve someone that will only bring destruction to his life.

Keith doesn't deserve Lance.

Somewhere along the line Lance had gotten himself dressed without realising, still immersed in his thoughts and fears. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, which had gone curly.

He grabbed a pen and some paper and scribbled a note to Keith before practically running from his house.

He grabbed his helmet and got on his motorbike, turning on the engine and revving it before beginning to drive.

He didn't know where he was going... it was a Saturday. He just knew that he had to get away to think. Away from Keith so that his judgement wouldn't be clouded.

Seven rules.

Holy shit Lance had broken seven rules now.

He couldn't help but gulp at the thought of his punishment if anyone found out.

He'd probably be killed.

Surprisingly the thought didn't bother him that much. But the next one did.

What if they hurt Keith...?

Lance skidded to a stop, his rubber tyres screeching against tarmac and making him cringe. He got off the bike and removed his helmet, throwing it on the floor hard in frustration.

"Fuck, what have you done!?" He yelled loudly.

He had driven to an almost abandoned, desert like road. There was literally nothing there but dark red sand and a few plants, the road stretching out for miles.

Lance kicked a large stone nearby and groaned before falling to the floor and putting his head in his hands.

He never meant for any of this to happen.

He was just supposed to watch Keith from afar and now he'd gone and fallen in love with the gorgeous little prick.

The brunette was very conflicted.

He knew that he should've been more responsible when it came to the rules. This shit isn't a joke. They will without a doubt give him an atrocious punishment for breaking them.