The entire ride to the hotel was weird...and quiet. I had Vanessa leaned against my side, my arm draped over her shoulder. She was watching the scenery we passed, I was watching her. At this point I was more confused than ever.
A part of me was... happy. She said she would fight for me and she did. The other half of me was still up and on guard because part of the reason this happened was because she chose him over me. I looked away from her as I felt the other half, the happy half, slightly crumble. She still, even if it was over, chose him... over me.
I felt my arm slide off of her shoulder and land in my lap, my eyes now looking out of the window. I could feel her gaze on me but I didn't look. I didn't need to see the sadness in her eyes.
"We're here." Zach called out from the front seat. The door swung open and the flashing of cameras flickered faster than ever. "Just move fast, head down." He aided and led us both through the mob, through the hotel.
"I guess they were expecting to see me in handcuffs." I joked halfheartedly, looking out of the window at the paparazzis who were still snapping through the window.
"I'll be in the restroom." Vanessa mumbled before walking away, me watching after her. I felt kind of bad about how I acted on the tail end of the ride but I couldn't help it. My mind was still all over the place.
"Y/n Y/ln." My head popped up and my eyes widened at the girl in front of me, her eyes red. "You didn't answer your phone I thought-" Immediately, I wrapped my arms around her. "You didn't call like you promised, why didn't you call?"
"I'm sorry, Steph. I wasn't thinking." I whispered as I soothingly rubbed her back, feeling her tears soak through my shirt. "I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'll be right here with you." Her frame shook slightly, arms holding the back of my dress shirt. "I thought you had work today? How'd you get to LA?"
Sniffing, she pulled back slightly. "I saw something on the internet of you being convicted. I was scared." Her voice cracked slightly and it left a pang in my heart. "So I called off and took the first flight here."
"Steph." I breathed out, holding her face as I spoke. "The charges were dropped, I'm just on probation."
More tears fell, her head dropping onto my chest. "Thank God." She muttered. "I know I told you I'd be fine but I wouldn't be. I...I can't lose you again."
"Hey," I pulled her head up and held the sides of her face, my thumb swiping away the tears. "I told you, I'm here to stay baby. Please stop crying." She nodded, her hazel eyes brighter because of the red outlining them.
Her hands stayed around my waist and I didn't protest, wrapping my arm around her shoulder as I walked us to the elevator. "How'd the charges get dropped?" She asked, her voice slightly raspy.
I looked up towards the rising numbers, breathing out a small sigh. "A miracle."
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"I'm gonna write a book." I mumbled, chewing slowly on my fry as I stared at nothing.
"A what?" Mat questioned, sitting up as he sucked on his straw.
Dropping the half eaten fry back onto the wrapped, I looked at him and smiled. "Bear, imagine I write a book about all the shit I been through?" His eyebrows raised, his hand turning his cap backwards. "Like, for real."
"It wouldn't work." He said with a pending smirk. "It'll be as thick as a dictionary."
"As thick as this.." I trailed off playfully and he laughed, shaking his head. "I don't know, I'm just missing tour and actually having something to do. Now I just...do nothing."
