Okay so I saw that takevictothemoon commented on this asking for a part 2 (it was literally in September I'm so sorry I promise I wasn't ignoring you I just haven't been on my account in an actual year until really recently) But just a quick lil update.
If you liked When Our Stars Align well guess what, It's back! I mean, I gotta rewrite it because it was cringy and rushed and I have an idea that I think was a lot better than the original. Also, I have a story up called Bad at Life, and updates on that might be slow, or not. I don't know I have a full-time job and really only write on my days off so yeah... Okay obnoxious A/N over
time for part two to Run Away With Me!!! (this takes place a few months after part 1 just so you know)
“Hey Kells? I'm home,” I call out as I close the door and drop my bag in its usual spot next to our shoes. He calls out from the kitchen telling me where he is and I'm quick to make my way towards him.
“Hey baby, how was work,” He asks as I approach him and wrap my arms around him. I simply shrug before leaning up and placing a quick peck on his lips.
“Eh, nothing much happened. I saw something in the paper though, I guess they're starting to give up on the search for me.” I almost whisper. I've never liked bringing this up but Kellin knows what happened. He knows all about the abuse I received from my father and how I came to his house looking for a friend that I later realized purposely gave me a false address but thankfully I ran into Kellin and not some creep.
“Well good, that means once they give up you're going to be all mine,” He jokes with a smirk as he wraps his arms around my waist as he pulls me close. I nod in response and wrap my arms around his neck before standing on my tiptoes as I press my lips to his. His lips turn up into a smile as he holds me even closer before walking me back, holding onto my waist and placing me on the counter.
“I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for everything you've done for me.” Kellin smiles at my comment, rubbing small circles into my hips. He leans in this time his lips connecting with my neck just as my phone starts ringing, a whine falling past my lips as I push Kellin away to answer.
“Hey don't mean to be rude but I'm kinda busy, can I call you back later?” I whimper as I answer the phone, Kellins lips returned to my neck as he hands begin to wander.
“Holy shit Vic, it’s really you!”
When I hear the voice I almost don't want to recognize it. I haven't heard from him since I left and I really didn't want to because if Mike knows where I am then he knows where I am too.
“Vic? Vic its me, Mike!” He exclaims, obviously excited to reach me while I feel nothing but fear and anxiety.
“Baby? Baby come back to me; you're okay Vic. I need you to breath for me Vic can you do that?”
I didn't even realize that I wasn't breathing or that my phone slid out of my hand. Both of these realizations somehow send me into a frenzy of panic as I grab onto Kellin and push my face into his neck as sobs wreck through my body. He's quick to life me off of the counter and bring me into his lap on the floor.
“Shit baby calm down, I'm right here, focus on me baby boy. I'm what's here and now focus on that.”
I try my hardest to take his advice, bringing my hands up to his face knowing that physical contact helps bring me out of my panic. He places his hands over mine, over exaggerating his breathing which I slowly but surely follow. As I begin to calm down I see him grab my phone and hang up, but he pauses when it beeps, probably showing a message on the screen.
“Mike? Isn't that your brother?” Kellin asks, glancing up at me. I can only nod in response as I hold onto him, feeling needy after being so anxious.
“Does he know where I am?”
Silence follows the question. Kellin tightens his grip around my waist and places a kiss to the side of my head before glancing back at my phone.
“He messaged you. Looks like him and your dad-”
“Don't call that bastard my father.” I hiss, cutting Kellin off.
“Well, they moved closer to us. I guess Mike saw you at work one day and got your number from a coworker. He wants to meet up, says he is sorry and that they both want to make it up to you.”
I look up at Kellin, my boyfriend of four months, my eyes heavy with tears. The boy in front of me has given me more of a home than my so call family ever had and I was forever thankful but I couldn't stay here if they knew where I am.
“I-I think I need to leave.” The silence following my statement is almost deafening. I can tell Kellin didn't expect it, and I can tell it hurt him too.
“So that's the end then,” He says with a dry laugh, hurt lacing his voice. I nod, quickly mouthing 'I'm sorry’ before making my way up the stairs, no protest from Kellin as I do so.
As I begin packing my bag I hear Kellin walk into our room, his room and silently sit on the bed. Surprisingly, he helps me pack all of my clothes into my bag, but I don't miss the fact that he grabs a bag of his own, putting his own belongings into it. I pause, watching as he does this, more than confused.
“What are you doing?” He simply smiles at the question before walking up to me and bring his hands to my waist.
“Now now my little runaway, you didn't think I would let you run away from me now did you?” I feel my chest clench at the statement, a fresh set of tears in my eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.
“Thank you.”
Kellin smiles down at me as he pulls away, giving me hips a small squeeze.
“Come on, we need to get going. My little runaway.”