The fangirl assistant (Not finished)

Chapter 9 - Pierre

Gracie's POV

My heart was racing. How could it not if we made more confessions in almost an hour than in the whole time we've known each other. I did it. I told him. It didn't make him hate me, it got us closer. I feel so fucking free, I feel like now we actually got a chance to be together. "I love you." He said, stroking my hair and pulling me closer. "I love you." I replied, snuggling against him. "So what did you do today, love?" He asked and I looked up. "Well I had a nice walk to clear my head, went to a coffee shop, did my very last exam, then I got home and did some cleaning around the apartment." I told him."So you finished school?" He asked excited. "Yes, I just need to wait for the certificate but I pretty much have to decide what I'll do next." I smiled, shrugging my shoulders. "And what do you want to do?" He asked. "Well you're stuck with me, at least until tour ends." I joked. "Then I'll figure it out." He chuckled at my response.

"Funny you think I'm ever letting you go." He scoffed making me giggle. "Five bucks that you'll eventually get tired of me." I teased him. "Nonsense." He fought back and attached his lips to mine. "Do you want to go to bed, baby?" He asked, smiling softly at me. "Not really." I said. "I think my stomach just reminded me that I didn't eat today." I admitted. "Baby, you can't do that, why didn't you eat?" He asked, sounding worried. "Honestly I guess I was too in my head that I forgot." I shrugged. "Let's order something and we can wait while we cuddle, how about that?" He suggested. "My favorite plan." I grinned.

Edgar got us McDonald's and I was currently on his lap as I devoured my fries. "I think I'm having a deja vu." He teased, pecking my cheek. "Well I really hope you don't make me throw my fries this time." I elbowed him making him laugh. "Hey, that was all you." He answered back. "I still haven't even forgiven you about earlier and you're trying to start another fight... damn Hayes." I joked. "I thought we were both starting over." He said, stroking my hair. "I really thought you were going to hate me." I admitted turning to face him. "I wanted to tell you for so long... but as time passed I really thought It'd get worse." I shrugged. "I'm really glad you did though." He smiled. "Because now we can actually be a couple." He kissed my forehead. "We can be true to ourselves at least." He said before pulling me in to kiss me. "That's all I need." I smiled. After we finished eating we both went straight to my bed, it had been a very busy and draining day for all of us, all of our emotions had been all over the place and so had our thoughts, but hopefully, this would be a new start for Eddie and I, we won't have to hide anything from each other... and I can finally say he knows who I really am.

Edgar started taking his clothes off, ending up in just his boxers and then pulled me into his arms. "I'm so glad you're mine." He murmured in my ear, carefully turning me over to face him. "And I am yours." He said before kissing me fiercely. His large hands started to roam all over my body, sending goosebumps all over. "Edgar." I moaned at his touch. "Don't act like I don't have to share you." I said. I know he's into the female attention, not just that, I know he's into many, many women, they all are and I've seen it first hand. "I know I'm not a saint, and I haven't had a proper girlfriend in a long time, but I wouldn't betray you, Gracie, I can't promise I won't make mistakes or fuck up, but I won't be a traitor, not to you, I swear on my heart." He left a trace of kisses from my cheek to the crook of my neck, making me moan. "I love how responsive you are to my touch." He groaned. "But babe, I haven't even done half of the things I want to do to you." He said in a low voice, making my insides go wild. "Then show me." I whisper against his lips. "I will, bonita." He chuckled. "Just not tonight, baby." He smiled kissing my forehead. "Wouldn't want to scar my sister for life." He joked making me giggle. "Good night, Eddie." I kissed his lips and snuggled closer to him. "Good night, Gracie." I felt his strong arms around me.

I could feel his calm breathing against my neck but my mind wouldn't stop racing. Okay, here we go again. I'm laying here in his arms, he's in my bed. It's like my mind is stuck in a loop of doubt and insecurity. How did I get here? I thought I was okay with this, but now every little thing he does is amplified, and I can't seem to turn down the volume on my fears. He says he's changed, that he's not that person anymore. I want to believe him. I really do. But there's this gnawing voice in my head that keeps whispering, "What if he's just telling you what you want to hear?" I know it's not fair to judge him for his past, but it's like I'm living with this shadow that just won't go away.