The Other Triplet - A Nolan Dolan Fanfic

Mixed Emotions

KRYSTAL'S POV

He starts to lean it, but I get up off the bed. "What are you doing?!" He looks at me confused. "Sorry, I just---" I started to get upset, "You just what, Nolan?!" He used the bed post to help him stand. I could tell he was in pain, "Nolan, you can't stand right now." He held up his hand. "Just let me do this." I stopped talking and watched him. He put us face to face. "I just love you, Krystal. You were the first person to see me. You didn't see me for my brothers, and their fame. You didn't see a broken boy, but a strong man. You didn't get annoyed when I fidgeted a little too much with my jacket zipper. You didn't care that I wear socks all the time, because I hate my feet. You don't care about me cheating on you, because you much rather see the good in people than the bad. You still want to help me, even though I broke your fragile heart. You still don't see me as the mistake that I know I am." His eyes started to gloss over, but he continued. "You are my saving grace, Krystal. I know, I sound cheesy, but it's true." I smile, because it reminded me of how Grayson asked me out. He swore he sounded like a chick flick, but I thought it was adorable. I broke out of my thoughts when Nolan reached for my face, caressing my cheek with his thumb. He softly put his lips on my forehead. "You deserve happiness. I hope someday, I could be the one to give you that." He lets go of me, and I start to back up. "Nolan, I-" Before I could finish, he cut me off. "I am not saying now, but someday." I just nodded and walked out. I go into Grayson's room and lay down on his bed. His sheets smell like him. The aroma comforted me, but I couldn't stop the tears from falling down my face. Why is Nolan still effecting me like this? I have Grayson, and I am happy, but Nolan gets under my skin and makes me feel alive. What am I going to do?

ETHAN'S POV

Her cries started to soften, as I rubbed her back. Her hair was down and left in it's natural curl. Her mocha skin paired well with her light yellow tank top and pajama shorts to match. She started to lean up, still on my lap, and looked me in the eyes. Her eyes were red, but they still shined. Her dark brown irises showed pain, but it was hidden. Her cheeks were rosy and puffy from crying. Her plump lips were swollen from biting them when she cried. I couldn't stop myself, and I leaned in. She must have felt the pull too, because she started to lean in smashing our lips together. 

It didn't take long before I swiped my tongue across her bottom lip asking for entrance. She accepted and our tongues fought for dominance. I leaned her back on her bed without breaking the kiss. She wrapped her legs around my waist, while her hands tangled in my hair. I remove my lips from her's and started leaving a trail of kisses from her lips down her jawline to her neck. She groaned when I started sucking on her sweet spot. She started playing with the hem of my shirt signalling for me to take it off. I sat up and looked down at her. Her eyes were half masked in lust. That is when the guilt hit. She was just crying on you. What are you doing?! She might be crazy, but you know better than to take advantage of her. "Ethan?" Her sweet small voice brought me out of my thoughts. I get off of her and lay down beside her. Worry flashed over her face, but it was covered with the mask she usually wore. She looked away and mumbled, "I am never good enough." I prop myself on my elbow and use the other hand to pull her face back towards my direction. "What makes you say that? You are more than enough." Her eyes started to water as she pulled her face out of my grasp. I slowly bring it back keeping the eye contact She didn't speak, but just stared at me. "Anastasia, why were you crying? You can tell me." She didn't break eye contact. "How do I know you won't leave like everyone else does?" I wipe a tear away, "I haven't yet, have I?"

A/N: So don't get mad. I was going to update yesterday, but I deleted it and rewrote it. I wanted to go a different route. I hoped you liked this chapter. It was slightly emotionally. I loved writing it! Why was Anastasia crying? What does this make Anastasia and Ethan? Is Krystal being dumb, and just be happy with Grayson or is her feelings for Nolan too strong to break? This story is sadly coming to an end soon. I am not ready. Thank you soo much for the continuous support!! It means the world to me! 2.4k reads!!!!! You all are amazing! 

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