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Night 2 part 2 (Audrey)

I could feel Brandon's arms flexing as we walked up the stairs with him carrying me bridal style. I was pretty light, but he was acting like carrying me wasn't even a struggle at all. I wanted to ask how often he worked out. My face hurt like a bitch, but for some reason I wasn't mad. Maybe it was because of the alcohol that was still running through my veins, or maybe it was because of how close I was to Brandon. Either way, any effect I was feeling form the shots before was totally gone now. The soberness had hit me like a punch to the face. Literally. We reached the familiar room and Brandon set me on the bed. At some point during our journey I had grabbed the ice pack and had started to hold it against my face. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Brandon seemed concerned. I pulled the ice pack away from my face to show him just how fine I was, but his eyes just widened even more. When I looked at the ice pack there were a few droplets of blood running down it. I could feel a few stray tears running down my face. I was surprised I was able to hold them in for so long  "Jesus fucking christ." Brandon grabbed my hand and guided the ice pack back up to my face. At this point I was basically sobbing. The punch had hurt, but I felt like some of the tears were just a result of the stress I was feeling. I'd never been punched before, and certainly never by a guy who I imagined was strong as hell. I hadn't noticed Brandon had left until he rushed back from the bathroom with a rag in his hand. He sat down on the bed beside me and began to dab at my cheek. It hurt like hell but I let him. "I'm so sorry, Audrey." 

"It's okay. It's not your fault." I realized he was the only person I'd talked to all night. He ran his hand through his hair, something I'd noticed he did a lot, and continued to wipe at my face. "I don't think Nick meant to either." 

"That doesn't change the fact that he did. It's his fault for being an impulsive asshole." I nodded and smiled a bit. Brandon seemed happy that I was in good spirits however I did not feel that way on the inside. My whole body was aching. It was late already, and I'd been drinking. I felt my eyes begin to flutter. Brandon shook me out of my daze. "I'm gonna fucking kill him." Brandon stood up fuming. I rushed to my feet a bit too quickly and swayed slightly. Brandon's anger intensified as he headed towards the door.

"Brandon stop!" I yelled. "Why the fuck do you even care?" My voice lowered as I continued to cry even harder. He turned around and opened his mouth as if he was going to yell back but stopped immediately. 

"Fuck I'm sorry." He ran his fingers through his hair again. "I-I don't know. I just was thinking about how he hurt you and I just couldn't help it. I sat back down.

"Why do you feel that way?" I cried. "Just this morning you told me there was nothing between us." I flashed back to the morning I'd been reliving the whole entire day.

When I woke up I was a little confused. There was a dull ache throbbing through my head as I squinted my eyes away from the bright light coming through the window. I started to turn over and away from it, but something was restraining me. At first I panicked, but when I looked over and saw a messy pile of brown hair, every single muscle in my body relaxed. Brandon. His arm was thrown over my stomach. He had his face down in the soft pillows and his shirt was riding up a bit. I could see his back muscles that I was all to familiar with from my unconventional ride to his room last night. I was tempted to pull his shirt up more, but then he opened his eyes  groaning and looked at me.

"Fuck what time is it?" He questioned while quickly pulling his arm back away from me. 

"Like 8:45ish I guess." He stuffed his face back into the pillows before sitting up and yawning.

"Well that was an interesting night." 

"Yeah. You're telling me." He chuckled.

"Just so wer'e clear," He seemed a little uncomfortable. "Ya know. This doesn't mean anything." I was a little shocked that he'd been so blunt. I mean it's not like I was in love with him or something crazy, but that still didn't explain why there couldn't be anything between us. He'd never given it a chance.

"Yeah, right." I responded a little more passive aggressively than I'd intended.

"Okay cool. I just wanted to make sure you hadn't gotten the wrong idea."

"Of course." He walked towards the bathroom and I heard the shower start up. He poked his head out from around the corner. 

"There's a guest bathroom downstairs if you want to wash up." I left without saying a word. 

Now, back in the present, Brandon was staring down at his feet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that upset you." I started to get up and walk downstairs. He grabbed my wrist before I could leave and stood up to face me. "Fuck, Audrey just wait." He looked at me sadly. "Look the truth is that my girlfriend broke up with me not too long ago. I was so fucking in love with her." My heart sank for him. "I just, I guess part of me still believed that I could get her back so I haven't even looked at any girls since her. Well at least until I met you." 

"Why didn't you just tell me that Brandon?"

"I just thought that I would sound like too much of a heartthrob. Everyone thinks I'm this hardworking, motivated guy. Saying that I'm still in love with a girl who broke up with me a month ago doesn't really support that cause."

"Well I'm sorry that happened."

"Me too."

"Well I'll just go sleep in a guest room." I cut the conversation short.

"Audrey wait." His hand was still on my wrist and he showed no intention of letting go of it.

"What I said this morning. I-" He stopped talking. I widened my eyes a bit to encourage him. "After spending all this time with you, I finally feel like maybe I could get over her." I smiled at him sadly. "Just stay here okay? I don't know what I'd do with myself if anyone else got near you down there."

"Okay." I laid down on the side of the bed I'd slept on the night before while Brandon turned off the lights. My face had a nasty bruise on it, but the bleeding had stopped and Brandon had wiped away any extra blood. I heard a small creak as he laid down next to me quietly. I closed my eyes. Even though we weren't touching, there was something so relaxing about having him next to me. I could smell him on the sheets and I inhaled deeply. 

"Auds?" He called into the darkness.

"Who is Auds?" I said referring to the nickname he'd given me.

"You know what I mean."

"Okay whatever. What do you need?"

"Come over here?" I scooted closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I felt the both of us relax, and after I'd taken another breath of him into me, I let sleep take over me.

Audrey

Brandon