Innocent - [scomiche]

Chapter 21

(It's been ages! Omg i'm so sorry but as i said before i've been extremely busy and November is going to kill me as i'm finishing school sooooo in order to compensate i made this chapter extremely long - at least for me - :D love you! - Vicky)

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MITCH POV:

After 3 hours of walking around the house, everything was packed and ready to go. I was actually relieved that this small weekend was over. This couple of days had been confusing and nerve wrecking, i couldn't wait to go home and be in Scott's arms again. I still didn't know how was i going to cover up the wounds. I would probably use some makeup and invent a story. If Scott realised what happened and who the source of it all was... I brushed the thought away.

I was still shaken up about the dream last night. I was starting to get some pieces of what happened but most of it was a blur. I tried to focus the best i could, to grasp any memory, to stretch my arms as far as i could but they wouldn't reach anything. They were left hanging onto nothing. Walls built up and a sea of blackness wandered around every corner of my brain. Sometimes i saw a sparkle of light, bright enough to help me get a glimpse of that memory, but it soon faded.

I finally gave up and walked with my bags towards the car. Louis was saying goodbye to his mother and exchanging a few kind words and a quick hug. I watched them as they separated before approaching to them.

"I'm ready to go" i stated. I smiled to Louis's mom and gave her a quick hug.

"Have a safe ride darling"

I nodded and headed to the car where Louis was already sitting. I opened the door and sat inside as well after putting my bags on the back of the car.

"I'm sorry" he said.

"Don't. Not now, besides what happened, happened" He didn't reply, instead he started the engine.

Hours later we were pulling over in front of my apartment. I sighed of relief, i've never been so happy to be at home in my entire life. After saying my goodbyes to Louis and unpacking my suitcase, i called Scott. He answered immediately and sounded extremely happy. I remember i told him not to call me because i didn't want any distractions but god i missed his voice.

"Wanna come over?" I asked.

"When wouldn't i come over is the question" Even if i couldn't see his face, i sensed his cocky smirk through the line.

"I expect you in 5"

"Give me 3"

I laughed and hung up. Oh yeah, loving him was just 40 percent of my actual feeling towards him. I was so lucky to have him. As promised, in three minutes he was knocking on my door. I opened up and i swear i've never seen him smile this big. His bright blue eyes were filled with happiness and joy, he didn't waste any minute and swiftly put his arms around me in a tight hug. I whined a little bit but luckily he didn't notice it. His face stood inches apart, but not for long. He leaned in and kissed me softly but with a lot of meaning behind it. His lips missed me, i could sense it. Mine did too, so when he finally broke the kiss i groaned.

"Hi" I said, running my fingers through his hair.

"Hello beautiful" i smiled and so did he. "So how was your little trip?"

My smile faded a little bit. "Fine, i guess" Scott raised an eyebrow at me.

"Okay, let's get inside shall we?"

"M'kay"

We both sat on my beloved couch. For some reason this couch was the centre of all my reunions and took part of every aspect in my life. I would never sell it, not even for one million dollars. Well maybe yes, but no one would ever pay that amount of money on a used couch so for now he's safe. I curled up to Scott and rested my head on his chest. Scott begun to play with my hair before speaking.

"You always go for my chest. I could be hanging off a tree and you would still be able to find a way to lay your head on top of it"

"I like the sound of your heartbeat, it calms me" I looked up to see him frowning. "What?"

"Are you not calm today?"

"I-i'm-No, i'm good" Jeez i'm a terrible liar "I'm just happy to see you" i quickly added.

"I'm happy to see you too. I missed you. A lot"

"I missed you too bae"

"Do you know who else missed you?" He said in a seductive voice.

"I can think of someone in particular, but it's not that hard"

"Just give him a few minutes and he'll be here" I laughed at the ridiculous direction this conversation was heading. I tried to ignore the comment he made and sat up to straddle him. He put his hands on my waist and pressed himself against me, the sudden movement was not good for my wounded hip. I hissed in pain but hid it by resting my head in the crook of Scott's neck. He noticed though, and suddenly his body was tense.

"Are you okay? Did i hurt you?"

"No no i'm good"

"Don't lie to me please Mitch" he cupped my face with his hands and stared at my eyes.

"I told you i was okay! Just drop it, would you?!" I got off Scott's lap and stood up, i quickly headed to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Seconds later Scott appeared out of the corner with a worried look on his face.

"You are hiding something from me"

"No i'm not"

"Yes you are!" He made a few steps forward and continued "We are a team okay? You can count with me on anything!"

"I'm okay! I don't want to deal with this right now and i certainly do not want to argue with you about it so please just drop it"

"I want to help you!"

"I don't need you" As soon as those words left my lips i wanted them back in. They sounded so wrong and harsh, i didn't mean them like that. Scott was taken aback, a hurtful look on his face. "No Scott i didn't mean it like that!"

"FINE. I just wanted to spend a nice evening with you! The one i love, the one that every fibre of my body missed and that's how you receive me. I just wanted to help, i thought we could count with each other but i guess i was wrong" He turned around and started walking towards the door. I grabbed him by his arm and tried to spoon him around but instead i ended up whining in pain as i hit the wall behind me after trying to catch his attention.

"Shit" I groaned.

"Mitch" He whispered. He hurried to my side when he noticed that i was slipping to the ground.

"I can't" I managed to say in between sobs. Finally everything hit me all at once. The frustration of not remembering, the anger towards Louis, the pain of my wounds, the regret of my words, everything. It was all too much, i was letting it all go. Scott was kneeling beside me, he put his hand on the back of my neck and started massaging the area trying to calm me.

"I'm sorry, i didn't want to pressure you. I know you didn't want to talk about it, it's my fault"

"No, it's okay don't worry. Can we talk about something else?" I managed to say in between sobs. I could see it in his eyes that he had a million questions i wasn't ready to answer yet so i was glad he didn't.

"Did you get my gift the other day?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Gift?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Yeah, he didn't give it to you?"

"Who's He?"

"The one i asked to deliver your gift since he was going to DC. He's quite tall, broad, pitch black hair? He told me yesterday that he saw you and that he delivered it to you. His name is Mark"

Mark

The name sounded extremely familiar, almost too familiar. Suddenly and out of nowhere a memory came back, just a quick glimpse, just a quick sound, quick words of someone saying:

"I'm not in the mood to explain, i've had a pretty shitty day so i'll just leave this over here and hope you don't get in my way. Just to make sure, you are Mitch right?"