The Stepbrother - Noah Centineo (COMPLETED)

I need you to help me.

Arielle's PoV

"I'm sorry." Noah spoke softly, the cold air ran up my dress causing me to shiver.
I didn't say anything, just small sniffles as I attempted to calm myself down.
I didn't want to leave his arms, I really didn't but this was wrong. We can't be at each other's throats one minute then lovey dovey the next.
I pulled back, wiping away my tears. I'm very aware of how awful I must look now. I've ruined all of Jason's lovely makeup.

"There you are! I've been looking for you!" Jason's voice gave me a wave of relief. Finally.
"Yeah, I'm here." I turned to look at him. He frowned, looking between Noah and I.
"Did you hurt her?" He walked up to Noah, his fists balled up at his sides.
"No." I pulled Jason back, looking at Noah who was looking straight back at me.
"What's going on?" Jason asked me.
"We're going home." I took Jays hand in mine and began to walk away.

"Arielle!" Noah stopped me in my tracks.
"Stay..." he looked like he could burst into tears at any given second.
"Please." His voice cracked. I felt sick to my stomach. I didn't want to leave him here, not like this.
"I'm sorry." I shook my head, pulling Jason's hand again to walk with me.
My heels clicked along the gravel as we travelled down the path quickly. I couldn't look back. If I did, I would run straight back into his arms and beg him to never let me go, ever again.

I let out a shaky sigh, calling for the taxi.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Jason asked after moments of silence.
"No." I shook my head, opening up the taxi door.
"Well, did he hurt you?" He questioned as we slid into the back seats.
"No!" I snapped.
"Sorry, I-" I licked my lips.
"I didn't mean to snap like that. I just really want to go home." I sighed, resting my head on my best friends shoulder.

Jason gave the taxi man my address and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder, his hand rubbing up and down my arm soothingly.

Soon enough, we had arrived back at my house.
"Want me to come in?" He asked.
"I just really want to be alone." I sniffled.
"Okay." He gave me a sympathetic smile.
"Cheer up, my darling." He pulled me in for a hug.
"I love you." He pecked the top of my head.
"I love you too." I pulled back, pecking his cheek before exiting the taxi.
"Hey Jase..." his head snapped up to me as I stood.
"Thank you." I said.
"For everything. You really are good to me." I added.
"You're my little snugglebug, I'd do anything for you." He grinned. I gave him a small smile, closing the door before I watched them drive off in the taxi.

With a sigh, I turned on my heel, walking up the driveway. It's so cold out. I crossed my arms over my chest as I reached the door, knocking on it gently. Trust me to have forgotten my key. There was no answer so I headed round to the back gate. Thankfully it was unlocked.
I walked over the artificial grass and stood in front of the back door. Please be unlocked.
I pushed down gently, letting out a breath of relief once it opened.

The house was so quiet. I wasn't used to not hearing Noah making weird noises every two seconds.

I went to lock the door but thought against it once Noah popped into mind. He might have done the same as me and left his key. The back door may be his last resort. That's if he even comes home tonight...

My white heels clicked along the marbled kitchen floor and through the hallway until I reached the stairs. I sat on the bottom step, placing my head in my hands. I couldn't cry any more. I had no tears left to cry. All traces of alcohol seemed to have lost my system now. I leant forward, carefully undoing the strap on my shoes before I carried them up the stairs with me.

Our parents must be sleeping. I don't want to wake them up.

Just as I opened my bedroom door, the front door opened and my heart began to race. I quickly slipped in my room, locking the door shut. I don't know if I could see him again tonight.
I pressed my ear to the door as I heard him come up the stairs, however, I didn't hear his bedroom door open. Instead, I felt a light tap the other side of my door.
"Arielle." He whispered.
"Please, I need you to help me." His voice was shaky and vulnerable.
I gulped, dropping my shoes to the floor and reaching for the lock but I stopped myself just above it. Is opening this the right thing to do? He needs my help though and I just happen to be in love with this boy so I'll do whatever it takes to help the people I love.

I let out a breath, slowly unlocking the door and opening it up. Noah stood with his face completely messed up, worse than it was earlier. His hair was matted with blood and his fists were red and sore. What happened after I left?
My mouth fell agape as I noticed how red his eyes were. That's either from the weed or he's been crying. The puffiness of them gave it away that he had been crying.

"W-what- are you ok?" I rushed out.
"Will you help me clean myself up?" He asked.
"Please? I won't bug you for the rest of the night. I'll give you space." He blubbered.
His bottom lip was quivering as his sad eyes looked into mine.
"Come on." I gently whispered, taking his hand in my own and leading him downstairs.

The kitchen is probably the best place to go. We don't want our parents to suddenly wake up to need to use the loo only to find out it's occupied by two mentally unstable teens.