Love Bites

Chapter 5

You got out of the taxi and extended yourself, yawning. From the station till the hotel, you travelled stuck between Joe and Charles, and your legs felt it. During the ride, you had to listen to Charles rambling about God knows why. From time to time, you had turned to Joe for support or distraction; but the singer had been incredibly calm. You assumed it was tiredness and didn't insist. The whole little group and luggage had been separated into two cabs, that just stopped in front of their destination. Joe got out after you and went in the car boot without addressing a word to you. Nice. Was Sav's thing against you contagious?

You all entered and headed to the reception. Joe spoke for you all, and the receptionist gave you the keys. After that, they quickly evocated the little representation the band will give the day after, the man giving the details.

Once in your room, you started undoing your package when you heard a knock at the door. You opened: it was Joe. You weren't expecting that and eyed him, waiting for him to say something. He opened his mouth, but closed it right after. He looked weird; worried. You frowned. "Do you want to enter? Just sit on the bed while I unpack, okay?" He nodded and obliged, playing with his hands. When he sat, he scrubbed them on his thighs, like to wipe his sweat away. You noticed that from the corner of your eye, but didn't say anything. You bent above your bag and took some shirts to put them in the drawer.

"y/n, I..." You didn't even face him, but heard him gulp. You shrugged; you nearly found this comical. You moved to the little desk in front of the bed and jumped sat on it. You looked at him and gave him an encouraging look. "Yeah?"

"I... Well. Sorry."

You frowned and let out a laugh. "Just breathe deeply and push, ma'am."

He didn't laugh to your pun and said quickly, as it was one long word: "I-told-him."

You didn't understand. Told what? Who him? "Joe, honey, I don't-"

"Sav. I told him. You, the police, everything. I'm sorry."

You blinked. It needed some seconds, but you got it. Your breath got cut; you couldn't believe it.

You got down from the desk and turned, taking support on your hands and turning your back to him. You closed your eyes. You heard the bed squealing behind you and steps approaching on the carpeted floor. "y/n, I-"

You lifted your head and looked at him through the mirror. "Is this too much to ask? A little bit of trust?"

For some seconds, you felt a bit out of place to say that, being yourself in a position of not complete transparency, but wiped this thought away from your mind. After all, everyone knew your little secret now.

His eyebrows were lifted and his forearms raised against his torso in defence, like you were going to beat him. Well, you were thinking about it.

You turned face to him, and pinched the bridge of your nose. You sighed. "Why? Why did you tell him?" You crossed your arms. He scratched his head; your question looked like it worsened his worries. "I... For nothing."

Your mouth opened in shock: "What? You mean you told him like that? Without a fucking reason?" Your arms fell at your sides. You felt betrayed.

The skin of his face got redder and he started to play with his hands again. He stuttered: "No, wait... There is a reason."

You lifted your gaze towards him. It felt like a dialogue between deaf people. He approached you and put his hands on your shoulders. "y/n, believe me. I told him because of a reason, and trust me, it was a good one." He planted his eyes in yours. They were filled with an unnameable expression. "But I can't say which one."