Shourtney AU - Loving So Hard (Mature)

#29 - Wrap-Party

*Courtney*

Shayne and I were literally the last of our friends to arrive at the venue, which was at one of the producer's houses. It was absolutely huge, and there was even a gigantic swimming pool outside.

Olivia ran over to us, clutching Sam's hand as she did so.

"Hey guys, good to see you here," she said breathlessly.

Shayne and I nodded, smiling subtly as we observed the lipstick on Sam's neck, but before long, they disappeared into the crowd again. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me and I felt a kiss on my cheek.

"Hey Courtney," Jessica greeted.

We had become so much closer since our incident, and I had finally forgiven her. She had confided in me about a little crush she had on Damien, and Shayne told me Damien felt the same way.

"Hey Jess, what's up?"

"Nothing much, just hanging out with everyone outside. You guys wanna come?"

I looked at Shayne and he smiled, "Sure, let me just get a drink and I'll meet you out there."

Jessica nodded and set off, and Shayne gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me he'd also see me out there. He couldn't drink tonight as he had insisted on driving me to and from the party, letting me have a few drinks. With that, he walked outside, and I heard him speaking to Noah, Keith and Damien.

I approached the drinks table, grabbing myself a plastic red cup and filling it with beer. I took a few sips and then refilled, before trying to set off outside, however, I found my path was blocked.

"Hey," an unfamiliar voice said.

I looked up to see a man of very tall stature, fairly muscular build and Arabic descent. His eyes were dark brown and his hair was jet-black. A cup of beer floated around absentmindedly in his left hand, and he stroked his beard every now and again with his right hand.

He introduced himself, "I'm Wahlid. Wahlid Mohammed."

"Hello Wahlid. I'm Courtney Miller," I said casually.

"What a beautiful name," he said.

I didn't blush. I only blushed for Shayne.

"So anyway, how are you involved with the show?" Wahlid inquired.

"I'm not. My boyfriend is an actor who works on it."

Wahlid's smile dropped, "What's your boyfriend's name?"

"Shayne Topp," I said with a great smile.

Wahlid inched closer to me, touching my shoulder, "I don't think your boyfriend would mind if I said you were very beautiful."

I tried to shrug his hand off of me but his grip was firm. Wahlid edged ever closer, making me extremely uncomfortable. He had put his beer down and now his other hand was on my waist, and he was leaning in to kiss me. I squirmed away.

"Stop it, I just said I have a boyfriend," I cried, feeling a solitary tear trickled down my cheek.

Wahlid grinned, "I have a girlfriend. Doesn't mean anything."

His lips edged closer to my neck, and I could smell the stench of alcohol on his breath. I wriggled and struggled without wanting to make much of a scene, but he was too strong, and we were now backed into a corner, surrounded by drunkards dancing and talking. The music was over-powering and it beat down on my skull as Wahlid pressed himself against me, but I wouldn't let him kiss me. My lips were reserved for Shayne. Speaking of whom...

"Get your fucking hands off of her," a deep voice growled.

Wahlid was thrown backwards as Shayne tore him off of me, and he crashed into the snacks table, spilling food everywhere. The music stopped and people screamed and laughed all at the same time, and that natural 'High-School fight circle' developed. Wahlid jumped to his feet and readied himself in a boxer's stance, whilst Shayne stood firmly, pointing at Wahlid.

"If you ever touch my girlfriend again, if you ever so much as look at her, I'll kick your fucking ass you creep! You understand?" Shayne said with a commanding tone.

Wahlid grinned that sickly grin, "Bite me, pretty boy."

Shayne rolled his eyes and turned his back, not wanting to fight, but Wahlid charged at him. Shayne was too fast as he dodged Wahlid's lunge and used his momentum to throw him into the wall. A surge of satisfaction overcame me as Wahlid's arm collided with the surface with a sickening crunch, however, it didn't seem to have much of an effect, because he got straight back up and punched Shayne's face with force. Blood spewed out of my boyfriend's nose and I gasped.

"Shayne!" I cried.

Shayne held his nose in pain but Wahlid pushed him over and got on top, before beating down on Shayne over and over again. Blood soaked the floor as Shayne floated in and out of consciousness. I sobbed and screamed, clawing at Wahlid, trying to pull him off of my boyfriend, until he smacked me away. I clutched my face in pain, but my distraction, as well as the incentive to protect me, allowed Shayne to climb to his feet and kick Wahlid hard in the stomach. The crowd bellowed as Shayne gained control of the fight, but he took his control a little too far.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you for hurting my girlfriend!" Shayne screamed.

A torrent of strikes and blows rained down upon Wahlid, with Shayne crying as he did so. Blood soaked his arms and his clean white hoodie, and Wahlid's arms loosened their grip on Shayne's body. I really thought Shayne would kill him, that was until he looked up and saw me crying. He stood up, leaving Wahlid as a bleeding mess on the floor, and he strode over to me, not breaking eye contact. I melted into his arms as we embraced tightly, and Shayne kissed my forehead. The crowd dissipated with visible disappointment that the fight didn't continue, and people attended to Wahlid, who left the party just seconds later.

"I'm so sorry, Shayne! I'm so sorry!" I blubbered.

He ignored my apologies, "Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you anywhere else?"

I shook my head, "I-I'm fine, you saved me."

Shayne smiled, "For you my love, I'd do anything."

"Anything?" I asked in a small voice.

Shayne's piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, "Anything. I'd die for you, babe, I'd suffer for you, I'd endure torture for you, I'd fucking kill for you. I would do anything to keep you safe and keep you happy. You're my world, and it's my job to protect you."

I smiled, crying with joy, "I love you so much."

Shayne hugged me again, "I love you too."

We pulled away after a while, staring deep into one another's eyes. Blood soaked Shayne's hoodie, his lips and his cupid's bow, as well as his knuckles. Most of the blood was Wahlid's, but he still needed to be cleaned up.

"Baby, let's go outside and hang out with everyone, and I can clean you up a little? I'll get some ice," I suggested.

Shayne shook his head, "I'm fine, really, I-"

"I insist," I cut him off.

Shayne smiled, "Okay. Thank you."

He set off outside once again, and I got some ice in a paper towel, before walking outside too.