In the arms of no one (Completed)

18. Dancing Guardians (Edited)

Valen's POV
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I'm standing in the wardrobe after getting out of a nice warm shower, I am contemplating what a good outfit for today would be, when it suddenly hits me...dress similar to the boys sitting in my living room.

I can't believe that they thought dressing in drag and acting like queens would be the best way to cheer me up after the heaviness of last night. I mean, it's definitely put a smile on my face that hasn't moved since they showed up on my doorstep, which almost never happens; so in that respect, their cheer tactic is working wonders.

I hunt around my wardrobe for the white tight tank top that I brought from home with me and the striped skirt that I bought on my shopping trip with River, Hope, Kara and Blake. I hope that the colours of the stripes are right, otherwise it wouldn't have the effect that I want my outfit to have.

Finding the skirt, I pull it out to see if the bright colours are correct, squealing in happiness as I realise that I am going to match all the boys in my living room. This is going to be epic and I can't help but feel that me wearing something that matches each of the boys, will be a representation of me bonding myself to them; or vice versa.

Or maybe I'm being an idiot and reading more into their actions or my own.

Shrugging my shoulders because really who gives a fuck, I finish getting ready making sure that my make-up is done lightly, not wanting to match the boys in that regard. I put on my clothes and turn to admire myself in the full length mirror on my wardrobe door. The mid-length skirt with the bold stripes of black, green, yellow and red looks amazing with my white tank making my legs and ass look extra good today; my boobs are poppin'...and for once I'm glad that I am generously endowed in that department.

Hh-hmmm...where did I even get my fat boobs and ass, because both my mums are tiny, so not from them, maybe it's from my dad's side.

I decided to leave my hair out to dry naturally, not really caring about how it will fall. I put on a pair of thin socks and my heeled combat boots and black leather jacket to complete the look.

I walk out distractedly zipping up my jacket half way before I look up, "Let's go ma bro's!" I shout when I notice that the boys are staring at me wide eyed in different positions around my open space living area.

Kaiah is in my kitchen standing at my fridge, mouth stuffed and overflowing with the cake I baked the other day. GROSS!

Brody is sitting on a one seater trying to look demure with his legs ridiculously girly crossed.

Storm is standing at one of the many windows like he was looking outside, but turned slightly to watch me.

Mikaera was standing by one of the book shelves that lines the wall, in his hand a photo that brings me much joy; it's a photo of Brody, Mikaera and I at Hokio Beach before any of the bad stuff happened.

I smile at him knowing he is remembering that day just like I am when Kaiah scream shouts like a fucking BTS fangirl, "Ggi-irl! Who is your stylist because I need me some of that honaye!"

I can't stop the bark of laughter that erupts from my lips as I take in his chocolate covered lips, I reply with some clever little finger snapping, "O-oohh girl! This is all 'Valen Couture', hollah at ya girl and I'll hook you the fuck up!"

He slowly makes his way towards me like a run-way model, "Y-yaass girl, hook it up! Hook. It. Up! Especially with the fuck part!"

Loud growling can be heard from two areas in my living area, Brody is standing in front of me in a heartbeat, Mikaera standing behind me just as quickly pushing me closer to Brody.