Jay McGuiness FanFiction: There's Nothing That Can Hurt You, Nothing.

Chapter Two - I Just Want Your Love Now

I wake up to be next to Chris this morning, wondering how late he was last night, why he did what he did. Pulling myself out of bed and stare into the mirror, heartbroken, shocked eyes stare back as insecurities fly through my mind. How did we get here? Everything was great. I raise my PJ top up to witness not a bruise in sight. That’s weird. But to be fair he didn’t hit that hard, I was more scared that anything. It’s the thought of him doing it all again, but leaving me scarred on my skin that scares me the most. I lay beside him until he wakes up as he looks at me confusedly.

“Lacey?” He coughs holding on to his head, “I’m so sorry about last night…”

“Chris… Why did you do it?” I ask tears in my eyes.

“I was drunk-“

“That’s no excuse! Did your new friends tell you to?” I shout as the tears drench my cheeks, I still can’t believe what happened last night.

“Lacey…” He says attempting to hug me but I can’t help but flinch, “did I hurt you?”

“Didn’t leave me bruised, but who made you do it?” I say, wrapping my arms around myself tightly.

“They told me they saw you cheating on me with Jay…”

“Unbelievable… You fell for it? After a whole year of being together!”

“I’m so sorry Lacey! Why don’t I take you out to the beach today, like we did on our first date?” He says as I watch tears fall from his eyes too.

“But it won’t be the same…” I cry, “I can’t look at you in the same way.”

“I’m so sorry Lacey; you don’t even know how sorry I am, just try for one day… yeah…?”

I get changed into my purple swimsuit and a denim skirt over it as Chris appears in his swim shorts, and his surf board. Can’t believe I’m going along with all this.

“You going surfing?” I ask happily, I love seeing him surf.

“Yeah, why not?” He laughs grabbing my hand gently as we make our way out of the garden to the now crowded beach. I lay down a towel and grab my book from my bag and begin to read it while Chris surfs the waves, trying to get last night off my mind. As I put my book onto the sand I see Chris put his board on the floor and lay next to me, revealing his six pack, dark brown eyes and his wet brown hair as he wipes it back, off his eyes before kissing me. He’s being so gentle today, I’m so confused. I should trust him, but in the back of my mind I know I no longer trust him. Kissing Chris with all this results in me thinking of Jay, no this is all wrong Chris is who I love Jay is just like a best friend to me. When we break apart I look into the crowds to see Jay along with Tom. They are with a group of girls but Jay’s just staring at us. I can’t help but stare back.

“That’s Jay right?” Chris says investigating, as I wave at him.

“Yeah he is…” I mumble as he waves back.

“Do you fancy him?” He asks.

“No! You know I only love you, Chris!” I say, Chris isn’t like this with all the other boys I’m mates with.

After a while Chris suddenly has to leave to go to somewhere – he didn’t say no matter how hard I tried to get it out of him. Sitting indoors worried to see Chris wherever he’s gone I decide to call Jay and tell him to meet me at beach at 11.                 I make my way over to the beach to see Jay sitting there; cross legged staring up into the dark sky as the waves crash beside him. Without hesitation my worries seem to dissolve in the sea, as Jay turns around and smiles, gleaming as he runs over and hugs me. Pulling apart we sit down and watch the waves crash, laughing if it caught us.

“Lacey…” He begins as I throw a rock into the sea, “Why did you want me here?”

“Chris is out, got bored, wanted to know more about you…” I say, I do want to know more about Jay, he seems so interesting yet when I see his face, when I see his blue eyes sparkling, reflecting the colour of the sea, his curls, his laugh, everything about him lets me forget about the world around me.

“What do you want to know?” He laughs making marks in the sand with a stick he found randomly.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you!” I say energetically.

“Ermmm…” He thinks aloud, “I used to be a tap dancer when I was younger…” He laughs.

“No way!” I laugh as he looks back to me from staring at the sea.

“Yeah way!” He jokes, “Used to be like the only boy there.”

“What got you into tap dancing?” I ask.

“Family are big footie fans but I’d prefer to watch TV eating crisps when one day my mum hurt herself playing football, so she couldn’t play it ‘til she recovered. So in the meantime she would go tap dancing to keep fit, I asked if I could go and I loved it when I went… And yeah it kinda went along like that.” He explains.

 “Tell me something about yourself now?” He says grinning towards me.

“I paint…” I simple say looking out to the sea, “mainly paint this sea from the garden, sometimes other things but mainly the sea…”

“That’s cool!” He says enthusiastically, “let’s see some?”  I nod taking his arm and rushing into my garden then into the living room and show him the paintings framed on the walls. They’re the ones Chris love. I grab a load of canvases that I painted from the table and hand them to him.

“Wow Lacey you have a real talent!” He laughs.

“Now you’ve seen mine, let’s see your talent!” I joke, he nods rolling his eyes at me.

“We need to find a hard surface to do so…” He says.

“To the garden patio we go!” I laugh taking his hand and taking him to the garden patio. He shows me a few tricks despite him not having the right shoes.

“Teach me…” I say.

“What?”

“Teach me how to tap dance.” I laugh as it almost becomes an order. He shows me a few tricks as laughter fills my heart.

Out of nowhere I hear the front door whack close. My heart rate doubles as one thought echoes my brain ‘shit I have to get Jay out of here.’

“Well, Chris is back, looks like you got to go, it was nice seeing you Jay, bye!” I panic practically pushing him out the gate and running into our bedroom and taking my skirt off. Before I manage to take my swimsuit off and put my PJ’s on Chris stumbles in slurring abusive words to me. He’s drunk yet again. I know exactly where he’s been.

“Was that Jay going out our garden, Lacey?” Chris shouts, violence filling his clenched fists and angers overpowering his eyes. The colour I used to love.

“Jay’s just a friend, I told you that Chris, you’re who I love, Chris, listen to me!” I cry as yet another punch is thrown at me. Another one, another one, another one. This time they hurt, and I’m twice as scared this time.