Complications with Bailey McConnell

Chapter 89

*Nash*

I've got to find Summer, I've got to stop her, I can't let my feelings get in the way of this.

I run through the hotel up to her room and run through the door, nothing. I run back to my room to find her laying on Cams bed snuggled up with Bailey. Jealously shots through my veins as I look at them laying on the bed together.

Once I've controlled my temper I walk in.

"Summer, can we talk" I say looking at her.

"In private" I shoot Bailey a look.

"Okay, but warning you if you do anything to hurt her.." Bailey stands up but Summer cuts him off

"Bailey I'll be fine" she grabs his hand and kisses him in the cheek.

Dick...

*Summer*

"Summer!" Someone is screaming at me. My eyes slowly start to open and I see Bailey pale in the face with both hands either side of me.

"Babe!" He whispers as a tear rolls down his face. Slowly he leans down to me and kisses me gently on the lips.

"Nash...he said" I manage to mumble as Bailey picks me up and puts me on someone's bed. My head is sore and my eyes sting.

"Shhh. It's okay, we have time" Bailey whispers stroking my hair. I manage to roll over into his chest as he had propped him self up with his elbow.

As I bury my head into his chest I feel him wrap his arms around me, embracing my in his sent.

When ever I lay like this with Bailey I feel safe. That no one in the world can harm me - not even my self.

As we lay silently I think if everyone at home, Molly, Lily, Brandon, Joe, Livvie, Jamie, Niall and all the one direction lads.

My family.

"Summer?" I hear Bailey whisper

"Mm" I say with my hand up his top.

"Why are you crying?" He asks. Slowly I pull my self away and look at his grey shirt which sure enough had tear marks on.

"I.. I... I don't know" I cry a little harder and tear come streaming out as if I'm unable to stop them.

"Shhhh! Awe baby it's okay I'm here!" He sits up and pulls me towards him. I sit on his lap with my legs crossed around him clutching onto him whilst burying my head into his shoulder.

Why am I so weak?!

I can't go a day with out a break down.

I love Bailey. I really do. More than I can put into words, but he needs to tell me to man up.

Only weak people cry.

With that thought I slowly pull my head up and stare at the ceiling.

"What are you doing?" Bailey laughs as one hand rubs my back and the other sits on the top of my ass.

"Being strong" I sigh

"You are strong, you're little soldier, remember" he kisses my neck.

"But I'm not" I whisper as I get a lump in my throat.

"And the ceilings going to help that?" He asks

I look at him and shoot him a look but he seems so happy with his comeback and starts laughing. I try to keep a straight face but his laugh is so infectious I let out a little laugh.

" I got you!" He squeals kicking his legs up causing me to fall onto his chest.

"Shut up" I smile looking into his eyes.