Page 8 of Return To You

I laugh, my tears falling at this goofy boy kneeling before me, and I nod enthusiastically, making him grin.

Everyone cheers and laughs as he leaps off the floor, taking me into his arms and swinging me around.

I giggle then lean back a little as he places my feet back on the ground, my fingers gripping his hair. I whisper, "I love you, my goofy singer."

He grins, his blue eyes darkening as he admits, "Not as much as I love you."

My eyes tear up again, and I press my lips against his, smiling into the kiss and feeling so happy.

This right here, it's something I know I'll never forget. The teenage girl in me always keeps hold of her love, even when he destroys her….

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Noah – Age Eighteen – One Month Later

I suckon my bottom lip, playing with my new lip ring as I look in the small, dingy bathroom mirror.

I fucking hate this trailer; from how small it is, the lack of privacy, to the constant moans coming from my mother's room. I swear to fucking God, her boyfriend isn’t even here each time I hear her.

Bringing Rose here the first time physically made me fucking sick, and honestly, I can't wait to move out after I graduate, renting an apartment with my boys. At least then, my girl can stay for hours, and hopefully move in with us.

I tilt my head, assessing my shirt as my mind goes ‘round in circles.

The boys do want to start touring after we graduate so we can get signed, and I know that's what Rose believes will happen, but I can't leave without her. She still has a year left in school, and I fucking refuse to do long distance, and thankfully, my boys agree.

They're willing to wait and do gigs in the surrounding areas, which are no further than an hour from Kingstonville.

Grabbing some gel, I style the top of my hair messy, just the way Rose likes it, before taking in my black button-down shirt again. I frown and undo the top four buttons, showing the tribal tat on my collar bone, bringing the silver chain Rose bought me last year on our anniversary in view. She worked her ass off to afford it, which makes it that much more special to me.

I play with the cuffs on the shirt next. I fucking hate her spending money on me, especially when I know her father only pays for her school uniform and supplies, making her pay for anything else she wants that's not school related.

The guy is a jackass. He hates me, my bad boy image, and the fact I live in a trailer with my mom, and he fucking hates that his daughter wants me.

But tough fucking luck. She was mine the moment she sassed me for being mean to Van. I'd just had a blowout with my mother over my sister not having any new shoes, and her wanting me to buy them because she'd already spent the money Nick gave her before he went out on the rig.

She wasn't happy when I told her to fuck off, and she threatened to kick me out.

I told her to do it and let's see how Nick feels about having no food in the house because the stupid cunt keeps spending his money on booze.

Rose pulled me out of my mood and entranced me instantly, and I haven't fucking looked back since.

"Noah!" My sister snaps, banging on the dingy door, and I roll my eyes, looking at my appearance again before turning to the door.

I open it as she goes to knock again, causing her to stumble, and I smirk at the glare she gives me before she takes in myappearance and nods once in approval, mumbling, "Piper will be pissed she's missing out on you playing tonight."

I roll my eyes again and look down at my arms.

Fuck, nope, I can't do it.

I lift my right arm, grabbing the sleeve, unbuttoning the cuff, and carefully rolling it just past my elbow, knowing my girl would love it any way I wear it. Still feeling my sister's presence, I sigh and ask, "What can I do for you, little sister, and if it's to do with Piper, then you can turn around and fuck off."

I roll the other sleeve up but look up when she doesn't answer. Her eyes are trained on the tattoo on my forearm.

Rose isthe one. I know it, which is why I got a music symbol in the shape of an R. The little roses just add a nice touch.

I also have her name on my ring finger which my girl has yet to notice, and I can’t wait until she does.

"Gina," I snap, making her blink, her brown eyes meeting my blue ones.

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