Some scars don't heal || m.c

1.4

Songs of the Chapter-

Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

1,2,3,4 by The Plain White Tees

Trade Mistakes by Panic at the Disco

Nicotine by Panic at the Disco

*MICHAEL'S POV*

"You alright?" Her dark eyes stared up at me from her pale face.

I looked down at her, confused at her worried expression.

"You were staring."

Shit. "Erm, yeah, sorry." I laughed, trying to brush off the fact that I'd been openly staring at her.

"It's alright..." She laughed self-conciously, blushing as she looked down at her hands, one still wrapped in mine.

I looked down at that hand now, small white one wrapped inside my larger, paler, one. The small nails, painted black, contrasted so highly with her pale skin it took all my strength to look away.

"Hey, guys, I hate to interupt whatever's going on back here, but we're at the bus." Calum's voice drifted into my state of bleary-mindedness.

Taylor reached down to pull her seatbelt away from her, her hand leaving mine in the process. I felt the loss immediatly, almost as if I'd lost part of a limb. Sliding out of the car, I ran round to open Taylor's door for her, trying to make everything easier for her as I knew that this would be strange enough anyway.

"Thanks Mikey." She smiled a soft smile and turned towards the bus.

••••••

"So, yeah, that's the bus..." I trailed off awkwardly, having finished the short tour.

Calum had taken off back to his bunk as soon as we had entered, muttering a hurried "goodnight, hope you're ok" to Taylor as he left. His loud snores now filled the bus.

"It's lovely." Taylor laughed, bringing my attention back to her. The sound was musical and grabbed my attention each time. "But you really didn't have to bring me here you know. I would have been fine. I don't want to make things inconvienient for you." He expression grew worried as she talked.

"Don't bullshit me Taylor.. You wouldn't have been fine, and that's why we came to get you." THe wrods came out slightly angry as I felt my heart crack at her words. The fact that she would even have thought she might be an inconvinence made my head spin and my blood boil. The shit she must have been put through to get to the oint where she thinks noone wants her.

She swallowed and looked down. I could tell it must have been hard to even admit to herself that there was something wrong at home, let alone to anyone else.

"Sorry." She muttered under her breath, and I mentally cursed myself to high hell for not keeping control of my tone. Now she was going to think I was angry at her, and that's the last thing she needed right now.

"You have nothing to apolgise for. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. Come on, do you want to watch a movie? We have loads here; we get bored just sitting around all day." I brightened up my tone, taking her hand as I talked.

She looked up at me, due to the imense height difference, not that I minded; it just made me feel more protective over her. As I lost myself in her chocolate coloured eyes, she broke the gaze and nodded softly.

I moved towards the living room/movie area and sat down on one of the couches there. I motioned towards the massive pile, it was only growing as the tour went on, of movies that sat by the screen on the wall.

"Pick one." I grinned at her confused expression.

"I don't want to make you watch something you don't want to. You should pick, it's your bus." She shook her head and it hit me deep inside that she doubted herself so much, she couldn't even pick a movie without worrying about the other people in the room.

"I don't mind. Really. I'll watch whatever. I like all the movies here anyway. Plus, you're the guest; you should pick." Wide eyed, she turned back to the stack.

As she ran her small hands over the DVD's that sat there, she bit down on her lip distractedly, causing me to have to look away because, fuck, did she look hot, but still so innocent, doing that.

"Got one. Is this ok?" She held up the movie case as she stood up, causing me to laugh out loud.

"Spiderman?!" God, she was perfect.

"Is that alright? I know it's not a girly film or anything but I really like it..." She trailed off, worry clouding her face again.

"Yeah, yeah of course that's alright!" I hurried to reassure her. "It's one of my favourite movies!"

To be honest, I was just shocked she was even here, let alone watching one of my all-time favourite movies with me, or at least was about to.

She smiled, something I would never get bored of seeing, and put the disc into the player on the side of the TV. Looking around, she turned to go and sit on the other couch in the room. I frantically reached out and grabbed her wrist slightly, causing her to jump. Shit, shouldn't have done that.

"You can come and sit here, you know." I smiled up at her, trying not to make her feel awkward, not that I minded having her on the couch with me, in fact, I'm sure I'd quite enjoy it.

It must have worked, because she came over and perched gently on the edge. Rolling my eyes at her stiffness, I pulled her down so that she lay in front of me, while I shifted my feet up and moved to the back of the couch. A small smile appeared on her face as she shifted into me slightly, causing wamth to flood my body as the the movie started playing in front of us, not that I would be paying that much attention to it while Taylor was this close to me.

••••••

At some point, about half-way through, I felt Taylor relax and her whole body cuddle closer into mine. I looked down at her face, expecting to see the deep brown eyes staring up at me, however I was met with sligth snoring sounds and closed eyelids. She'd fallen asleep.

I took this opportunity to really take her in, soak her up while she wasn't watching. The delicate features on her porcaelin coloured face were only hightened by the gentle moonlight drifting in through the windows of the bus. Her dark eyelashes lay softly on her cheecks as she pressed herself closer to me in her sleep; nestling her head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and paused the movie as I rested my own head down on the cusions, taking one last look at her as I did so; she seemed so much more fragile as she slept, but also more unguarded.

She was beautiful.