Just another Pretty face

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~Emma's POV~

Emma_Rose🌹: L❤️ve Is (N💔t) Easy... 🥀🥀🥀

Username1: r u okay??

Username2: IT'S LIKE TEARS IN THE RAIN! IT MEANS NOTHIN'!!

clintoncave: But I Still hold On. 🌹❤️

Username3: 😍🥺😭 it's such a jam!!
😭🥺😍

Username4: 😭😭💞💞💞 DON'T FALL IN LOVE!! CAUSE LOVE MEANS NOTHIN'!!

Jesse.Boyle: 🥀❤️ 💘Beautiful.💔🥀

I put my phone in my coat pocket,and followed the boys into the venue. I went to the merch table,and started setting up.

Mitchel walked over. "Is that your song?" He asked. I stopped what I was doing,and nodded.

"C'mere." He said softly,opening his arms. I hugged him,burying my face in his chest. He held me protectively.

"I totally get why you sing about drugs so much... Emotions suck..." I murmured.

"Aw Hun. No. No they don't. Even if they seem bad,they aren't. They're just there. They'll come and go. But they help you grow,either way." "It's gonna be alright. We've gotcha. We aren't going anywhere." "We aren't letting you go anywhere. Everything will smooth out." He reassured me.

"Can you promise me something?" He asked softly,tilting my chin up so our eyes met.

I nodded. "Can you promise me you'll work on not beating yourself up? And you'll always come to us when you need help? Please stop hiding yourself away?" He asked softly.

"I promise." I replied softly.

He lightly smiled. "Atta girl. You gotta let go of the past,okay? You're not bad luck. You're not a terrible person." "We're all figuring it out as we go. It's okay now. You're loved here." "You're wanted and needed here. You're understood here. You're home here." "With us. Always. I promise." He replied comfortingly. 

He softly kissed my forehead. "Let's go give the people something unforgettable mkay?" He asked encouragingly.

I nodded. "Right." I replied. We walked backstage,and grabbed my camera. He handed it to me. "Let's make some magic yea?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

His face lit up. "Atta girl. We're all so proud of you." He said.

"And we're all proud of you." I replied. He hugged me tight,then followed the guys out on to stage.

~Later~

We were back on the bus,and I was in the lounge,editing photos,and listening to some lo-fi music,when I saw Clinton walk over. He handed me a box of my favorite Chinese take out,and sat beside me.

I saved my work and closed my laptop. I put it aside,and cuddled up to Clinton. "you okay babe?" He asked, hugging me. I shrugged. "I guess. I mean I don't feel like it's the end of the world... for once." I replied softly.

He softly kissed my forehead. "I saw you and Mitty talking earlier. I was just worried." He replied softly,lazily tracing designs on my back and hip.

I hummed in reply. "Just that song... Love is Not easy,brings back a lot of memories I've been trying to move on from.." "but I oddly like the heartache and crying to the song... It's like a big hug..." "Like being wrapped in a big fuzzy blanket. Or like pulling a thorn out.. and put a band-aid on it.." "or like... When you've clenched your fist too long.. and then u let go.." "It's a nice hurt.. all followed by a nice warm,soft closure.." I mumbled, burying my face in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

"You saying that it's your song?" He asked softly.

"Mhm." I hummed.

Clinton pulled me into his lap,and softly kissed my shoulder. "My Baby. I'm gonna keep you safe from the world." He murmured.

I held his hands tight,and kissed his knuckles. I turned around so I straddled his lap,and held him, burying my face in his neck. "I love you." I murmured.

"I love you too." He replied softly.

"We should get to bed babe." Clinton said softly.

I softly sighed. "I can't wait till we're home. So we can sleep in actual bed, and I can cuddle you all I want." I mumbled tiredly.

He lightly chuckled. "I know babydoll. I know. Me too. I can't wait either." He replied softly.

He carried me to my bunk,and tucked me in. He softly kissed me,and got in his bunk. He reached over,and held my hand,till we both dozed off.