Shining Star - Bars And Melody Fanfiction

Chapter 2 - Instagram

After watching the scary movies, we watched a few more. I only remember one or two of them, because I fell asleep quite quickly. Leo probably watched another dozen movies because he can stay awake whilst watching them, unlike me.

When I woke up, Leo still had his arm around me, and we were both under the blanket. I was looking at Leondre as he slept, which seems really creepy but I couldn't help it. He just looked... Cute. His hair, despite being messy, still looked good. His lips were parted slightly, eyelashes fluttering a little every now and then. I put my head on his chest, feeling the rise and fall of it as he was breathing. A strange feeling washed over me, a feeling that I had not experienced before. It was like a dull ache in my chest, that I could just kiss him right now and he probably wouldn't remember. I was longing for something I knew would never happen. His lips did look nice though.

Wait, what? What was I thinking? No, I wasn't thinking at all. That was stupid, I love Leo and Charlie as friends.

A few minutes later, Leo woke up. His eyes were all sleepy, but looked as bright as ever.

"Good morning princess." Leo yawned.

"Glad to know I bore you so much." I sat up and smiled, tapping his nose playfully.

"Yes, you do, actually."

I gasped dramatically and pretended to faint, throwing myself back onto the bed.

"Give us a hug, Del." Leo enclosed me between his arms and pulled me towards him.

"Do I have to?" I complained jokingly.

"Well there are plenty of other bambinos who would like to give me a hug."

"Fine." I rolled my eyes.

We lay like that for a couple of minutes. Awkward for me, because I could feel Leondre's staring at me.

"When did you do that to your wrists?" He suddenly asked. His thumb moved in circles around my palm, leaving a trail of shivers running up my hand and arm.

"Two weeks ago." I lied; the truth was five days ago. He had never seen self harm before, so he didn't know how to tell how old a cut was. The thought of what he was going to say still filled me with dread.

"Why?" He whispered.

"A girl at school called me a fat bitch and told me to die."

"Who the hell said that? You are not fat, you're perfect."

Nervously, I thought of a reply. I knew the girl was a bambino, and was worried that Leo might find her on Twitter or Instagram. "Casey."

"Casey Turnball?"

"Yep." I muttered, no longer looking at Leo, instead staring blankly at the wall.

"Well she's about to get a shock, isn't she?" Leo told me as he reached for his phone and logged onto Instagram.