saved me | awsten knight

Chapter Eighteen ; Meet You There

The mall was a good time, sadly, we had to go now. Playing with my Yang symbol necklace, I got into the seconds Uber Lucas called today. Riding back to the venue, Awsten sat in the back with me, rubbing his thumb against my hand as lowkey as he could.

So badly did I want to show public affection to Awsten, anything to remind him that I care for him. Although if it's Awsten's idea to not tell anyone and I'll respect that.

Dropping us off at the hotel, the driver left us. Lucas told us to grab our stuff from our rooms and bring them back to the bus. After that, to get to soundcheck.

Locking ourselves in our room, Awsten and I were left with only us. Being alone with each other is always going to be the best feeling.

"This feels amazing," Awsten stated, plopping on the bed. No matter if Lucas said to do it quickly, it felt like we had all the time in the world.

Zipping up my luggage, I stood it up. "What are you talking about?" While I was at it, I stood Awsten's up too.

"Us," he breathed. It was one word but it felt like those paragraphs you get from people you love. I didn't think I'd fall for Awsten, and certainly not this hard.

While I fell for Awsten, I found him looking different with each day. It started with his eyes. They were perfect and absolutely stunning. Then it went to his hair. He looks so good with purple. Then it was his lips. I'd find myself getting lost in them more times than I thought.

He started to become the most perfect human. All his flaws that I thought I saw were disappearing, he always looked amazing. I read that this was the consequence of falling in love, and oh god I hope it is.

Rolling our bags out of the hotel, we threw them into the bus, running out to get to soundcheck on time. All soundchecks are at four, leaving about three hours before shows start. When the concert starts I'm continuously left watching from the sidelines. For once I would love to have the point of view of the fans, or at least the boys.

Deja vu was occurring with every day. The only thing I hate more than being on that tour bus each day is having to see the same show at the same perspective day by day.

Awsten was doing his warm-ups, Geoff played chords, clearly bored, Otto banged his drums, and Jawn was taking early pictures of them. Unlike them, I wasn't doing anything of significance. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, I played with the laces on my shoes.

Walking off stage, Awsten lowered to my level, balancing on the balls of his feet. "Meet me in the guys' washroom ten minutes before we go onstage," he whispered, getting too close for the environment we're in.

That's what I did. When the opener finished their setlist I snuck into the men's restroom. At first, I didn't think anyone was in there, but when his lips touched mine I knew I was wrong.

Grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling on the back of my shirt, he was into it immediately. Barely audible moans squeaked out of his mouth, vibrating my soft lips.

Navigating to the handicap stall, Awsten locked the door without looking at it. His eyes were closed, wanting to live in the now.

Pushing me against the wall, Awsten let his mouth do wonders onto mine. With his hands pinning mine to the wall, he let all his feeling out in the form of making out. Never would I have thought I'd be kissing Awsten Knight in the handicap stall on tour.

We seemed to take a huge jump in our relationship. It was only the beginning of the tour where we were just friends, now we're a week in and leapt to dating. Not really dating though, this is secret and it hurts.

Lifting my hand to his hair, I swirled a piece of it onto my finger, yanking gently when I felt good. I turned into putty when Awsten touched me, and jelly when he would occasionally moan.

"Pull on my hair," he starved. If I had to bet on a kink he had, my last guess would be hair pulling. So I did what he requested and gripped his hair, pulling on it but not too hard. That resulted in his legs shaking and using my lips as support to stand.

We were so involved with each other that we didn't hear the voices from outside, yelling for Awsten to come out. They didn't know we were in here, but they were needing him to go on stage.

Separating, we scanned ourselves down, making sure we looked fine and presentable. "You have sex hair," Awsten laughed, unlocking the door and jogging out, giving one last goodbye before being out of my sight.

He was right. My hair was sticking up in certain places, pleading to be pressed down. Wetting my hands, I ran my hands through my hair. By the fifth time, I looked good enough to make it look like I was playing with my hair.

Looking both ways before I completely exited the washroom, I peaked my head out. No one was there, everyone was probably watching Waterparks play.

Finding Jawn, I stood next to him from beside the stage, seeing as he gets angles on the crowd and on Parx. Glancing to his left, he noticed me and chuckled to himself. Maybe I didn't think I'd pass enough for Jawn.

This concert was way more energetic than the others, and I'm not saying that I helped with that but that seems like the reason. The way he jumped around and smiled was heavenly to watch, and absolutely a blessing to the audience. Little do they know, he's like this because we made out so vigorously back there.

Geoff and Otto seemed to notice too because when they got off that was the one thing they spoke about. "Dude, you went wild out there!" They were just as taken aback as the fans.

The light in Awsten's eyes was the only thing on my mind, seeing them light up when he saw me. We had this secret relationship that made any intimate second together feel like a sin. A wonderful sin that brings exclusively pleasure.

While they were putting their instruments back in their respective place, I shuffled over to Awsten. "I hate you," I smiled.

I needed to tell him about Jawn, about how he might know about us. Even if he does know, I don't think it's that bad of a thing. Jawn would never tell anyone, he got a hint of our relationship being blocked off from everyone else.

"What's up miss Sex Hair," he said, mirroring my smile. It's incredible how much he's changed since we first met. If I were to make a sex joke to him at the beginning he would most definitely be flustered. I guess now that I have unlocked his actual personality, he is the person to make sex jokes and make you feel so good while making out.

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