𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 | 𝐜.𝐛

11

Noelle

When I wake up, my fingers stretch out for Colby. He's not there. Rubbing my eyes, I sit up and look around. He's not at his desk editing. My feet carry me lightly downstairs. The smell of eggs and bacon fills the air. It's an unusual but comforting smell. In the kitchen, I see Colby at the stove. Walking up behind him, I wrap my arms around his waist. His hand squeezes my arm lightly and I rest my head against his back.

"What are you doing?" I ask, sleepily.

"Fixing you breakfast," he replies. I poke my head around to see what he's fixing.

"You didn't have to. What about everyone else?"

"Corey and Devyn are in a meeting, Sam is visiting a friend, Aaron went to visit his family, and Elton is filming TFIL," he answers.

"So we have this entire place to ourselves?" I question. He takes the food off the stove and turns to me. He smiles and cups my cheeks.

"What are you thinking about?" He questions mischievously. I shrug.

"What do your fans think of me?" I ask out of the blue. He brushes a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I mean, I don't really read the comments but I'm sure they love you. It's not like you've given them a reason not to like you."

"But I have," I respond.

"What?" He asks, taking a piece of bacon off the plate.

"You. They're so protective of you. I saw when I watched your videos with other girls. They weren't happy at all, and those girls were just friends. Imagine them knowing we were-" he cuts me off by kissing me. I don't object as my hands run-up to his neck. He slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me closer. His hands grab my thighs gently and hoist me up onto the counter. His hands slip under the crewneck of his I'm wearing. He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine. "What was that for?"

"You were worrying too much," he mumbles. "Hey, only some of the fans are super defensive over me. I know that if I'm happy, then they're happy. You make me happy, Elle."

"You make me happy too, Colby." He pulls me closer to him and rests his head on my chest. "We should probably eat so the food doesn't get cold."

"Probably," he chuckles. He helps me off the counter and we fix our plates. We sit at the table at the end of the island. 

"Why did you cook?" I question, taking a bite of the eggs. He shrugs and begins eating.

"I lost. You said I had to cook for the house so I did." I laugh at the loophole he found.

"That was smart Brock," I tease. We eat and continue to talk. I ask him about Kansas. As he talks about his family, I notice he's always smiling. "Do you miss them?"

"Every day but we talk often." We finish and set our plates in the skin. He wraps his arms around my waist as I rinse off the plates.

"Did you finish editing the prank from last night?" I ask, turning around to face him.

"Almost." He cups my cheeks and I lean into his touch. 

"What's the worst prank you've done?" I ask, lifting myself onto the counter. He stands between my legs.

"Like one that's failed or one that's gone too far?" he questions, placing his hands on my hips.

"Both."

"Well, one that just failed was a smack cam prank I did when I first got into the house. One that went too far was a 'Killing My Best Friend Prank' I did with Sam Pepper." My eyebrows knit together and I play with the hairs on the back of his head. He notices my confusion. "We had to take down the video and tell the fans it was fake."

"It was that bad?" I question. He nods.

"Yeah, but Sam and I made it past that. The Sam that lives here, not Sam Pepper, I don't talk to him much anymore."

"Well, at least you and Sam are okay," I agree. He nods. His eyes scan my face and land on my lips. He licks his bottom lip and pulls the skin between his teeth. My thumb runs along the skin on his jaw.

"You're actually stunning," he compliments lowly.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are. I'm going to keep saying it until you get back the confidence that was taken from you." To respond, I pull his lips into mine. The kiss is soft but passionate. His hands slip under my shirt and rest on my hips. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, asking for entrance, I allow. He slips in and takes control. His hands squeeze my skin lightly. We break apart for a second before he presses his lips against my jaw. His lips are light and gentle on the skin. I hear the door click.

"Colby, someone's here," I tell him. He stops and looks up at me confused.

"What do you mean?" he questions. His eyebrows knit together.

"I heard the door-" before I can finish, Corey jumps out from the corner. Colby and I jump. Colby places his hand against his heart and I laugh lightly.

"You suck ass, Corey," Colby breathes. He turns to face Corey, pressing his back against the counter I'm sitting on. I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my chin on his shoulder.

"Dude," Corey laughs, "you should have seen your face."

"You okay, Colby?" I question. He shakes his head and runs his hands down his face.

"No," he drags, hiding his face in his hands.

"Who did you think I was, Colby?" Corey questions, calming down.

"I thought you were a fan or someone who just broke into our house! You all never lock the door behind you." I squeeze him lightly, assuring him that it's okay. Something's wrong.

"It's okay. It's just Corey being dumb."

"Hey!" He defends. "What were you two doing anyway?" He questions expectantly. I can tell he has an idea of what we were doing.

"Bye, Corey," I say, deflecting the question.

"Okay," he concludes, eyeing us skeptically. "Don't forget to use protection!" My cheeks heat up and I hide in Colby's neck. He hasn't said much. Corey leaves to go upstairs with Devyn. Colby turns back to me.

"What's wrong?" I ask. My hands cup his cheeks. He looks up at me with a certain look. One I haven't seen before. "Who did you think it was?"

"I thought it was Peter," he whispers. My eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Why?"

"He messaged me on Instagram the day after the party. He basically told me he had a spare key from weeks ago. He said he's not afraid to use it to get to you." He lays his head on my chest. I kiss his head and run my fingers through his hair.

"Hey, he legally can't do that. If you have to, you can go to the cops with the messages if he tries anything," I assure. He nods and hugs me.

"I wish Corey didn't walk in though," he mumbles into my shirt. I can hear the slyness in his voice.

"Oh, really?" I question teasingly. "How come?"

"Because, I really like kissing you," he replies. He looks up at me, blue eyes shining.

"You kiss me around them all the time," I laugh lightly, confused by his response.

"Not like that," he tells. "We should do that more."

"Maybe," I smile. He smiles making his dimples form deeply on his cheeks.

"Will you come to my photoshoot tomorrow?" He requests.

"Of course," I agree. "What type is it?"

"Well, the girl that's doing it has a darker vibe so... dark," he laughs. I smile and kiss his nose.