Glass Hearts

"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Austin's voice is filled with anger but sounds so far away.

"Dude, you need to calm down." I think, Aaron says to him. A snort is heard and then Austin's voice again.

"How the fuck can I calm down when this sick piece of fucking shit is still out there and won't leave Faith alone?!" His voice becomes clearer and I feel like I have been hit by a bus. Arms are holding me tightly and a soft kiss is placed on my forehead. My eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds as I slowly open them.

My vision is blurry at first but as soon as I blink a couple times, my gaze fixes on Austin's. He weakly smiles at me. I can tell he's trying to hold his anger in. I can see it in his eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He asks quietly and I then realize that the music isn't on anymore and nobody is in the room with us.

"I-I feel okay, I guess. What happened?" To be honest, I don't remember what happened at all. I remember answering my phone and that's it. His eyes darken a little and he takes a deep breath.

"You passed out." He sighs and pulls me closer. This just confuses me more. Did I pass out from the alcohol I drank? Who called me? Why did I answer the phone? Why is Austin so pissed? Who was he talking about?

"Why?" I croak out and shift a little in his lap to sit up. Wrong move. My head pounds and I instantly squeeze my eyes shut. I've only been hungover once but it wasn't horrible. This pain in my head feels like someone hit me with a crowbar a few times. I rub my temples a little before laying my head on Austin's shoulder. He rubs slow circles in my back and doesn't talk. "Austin? What happened?" I shift again so I'm straddling him.

What is with me and this position with him?

He's not looking at me but he places his hands on the small of my back. I gently grasp his face with both hands and tilt it up so he's looking at me. I stare into his eyes, searching for my answer and then it hits me like a fucking train. My breathing hitches in my throat and my hands start to shake slightly. His voice creeps back into my head.

I'm always here. You'll never get rid of me, bitch.

"I-Ian." I whisper as a few tears slide down my face. My vision blurs, from the tears, as I stare at Austin. He nods and pulls me down to him. I don't say anything. I don't start sobbing or nothing. He's not going to ruin me anymore. I sit up straight and Austin gives me a weird look. "I'm not going to let him ruin me anymore. If he tries to come after me again, I will kill him." My voice is stern and confident. A smile creeps its way on Austin's face. "What are you smiling about? I'm being serious." I laugh through my sentence as his smile widens.

"I love how strong you are." He reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behinds ear. His hand caresses my cheek and I can't help but to lean into his touch. There is like this gravitational pull he has with me. Anytime he is around me, I can feel him. Even if he is in another room. As soon as I answered that phone call the day I first met him, I instantly felt something between us. It's crazy, I know, but that's how I feel. "Faith?" Austin strokes my cheek with his thumb, bringing me out of my thoughts. I blink and focus on him.

"What? Sorry, I was thinking." He smiles.

"About what?" My cheeks burn a crimson red and I bite my lip. I stay silent and try to hide my smile. "Come on, tell me." I giggle a nervous laugh and stare down at him.

"Honestly?" I ask and he nods. "I was thinking about you and how I can feel this, like magnetic pull I have towards you." I bite my lip again and look down at his chest. He doesn't have a shirt on and I can see all of his tattoos. Every second that passes by without him saying a word, makes my heart beat faster and I feel like puking because I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way. Which would truly suck on my part, I would be heartbroken again and it would be awkward the rest of the tour.

"Do you really feel that way or are you just saying that?" He finally asks and I get the courage to look at him. A wide smile is spread across his face and his eyes are bright. I nod and smile a little, anxious for his response. "That's crazy because," he shifts me so I'm craddled in his arms with my head against his chest, "when you were in the hospital, I felt like I was lost. I felt like I was going to lose apart of me and it's crazy to say that because we had just met but I could feel that same magnetic force too. I needed to be beside you or near you." He pauses and I look up to see him staring down at me. Butterflies erupt in my stomach when I look into his eyes and realize he is being completely serious. "When you kissed me before he fucking took you, I felt this spark that I have never felt in my life. It sent shockwaves through my body. Even though the circumstances weren't the best, I felt it and I needed to save you, even if it meant risking my own life." Tears have welled up in my eyes and I feel like I'm actually wanted for once.

"I have never felt so cared for in my life." My voice is nothing above a whisper and a few tears slide down my cheeks. He reaches up and wipes them away with his thumb.

"You are the most gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, talented, and strongest women I have ever met and I feel like we were meant to meet. I'm not just saying that to be corny or cliche, I truly feel it in my heart. When I saw you in that hospital bed...." He takes a deep breath and holds me closer. "My heart broke but when I looked into your eyes and saw that twinkle that I saw the first time I met you, I knew how strong you truly are. I knew I felt something for y-" I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. I can't help it. He's just saying everything I have ever wanted to hear from a guy and I need to have his lips against mine. He takes no time to kiss me back. I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him as close to me as possible. His tongue glides across my bottom lip and I happily welcome it. As our tongues dance with each other, he stands up with me in his arms and starts walking, without breaking the kiss. Within seconds, I'm being laid down on one of the bunks, probably his bunk. I break the kiss and stare at him. "I just want to cuddle. You don't have to worry." I smile and kiss him swiftly before climbing into the bunk more so he can get in too.

"What time is it anyways?" I mumble through a yawn. He laughs as he jumps into the bunk and lays down, pulling me to his chest.

"It's three in the morning. We can get a few hours of sleep before we have to get up." He whispers, making sure not to wake anybody else. I pull the blanket over us and cuddle against his chest.

Well this is new to me. None of my exes, well I've only had two boyfriends, wanted to cuddle with me at all. I could get used to this.

My eyes slowly drop as I listen to his heartbeat and I feel relaxed for the first time since I met him.

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"WAKE THE FUCK UP BITCHES!" I jump at the loud screaming causing me to hit my head on the top of the bunk. I groan and fall back on something, or should I say someone. A deep groan erupts from below me and I instantly shift onto my elbow to stare down at the gorgeous man below me. His arm is slung around my back and his other arm is across his eyes. I can tell he's awake because of the way his fingers are circling my back.

"Good morning, gorgeous." His voice is raspy and laced with sleep. Dear god, that's the sexiest thing ever. Fuck! I could die from hearing his voice right after he wakes up.

"Good morning, handsome." I reply and kiss his cheek. He smiles and moves his arm away from his face. His eyes are half open and a lazy smile is plastered on his face. He raises his hand and brushes my hair from my face.

"I could get used to waking up next to such a gorgeous woman." His voice right now is just the sexiest thing ever and what he just said, made butterflies erupt in my stomach. I smile and lean down to place a kiss on his lips when the curtain to the bunk is yanked back, revealing a very excited ginger princess. Literally, he has a tiara on his head.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" He screams making Austin and I cringe. I hide my face in Austin's neck and smirk as he wraps his arms around me. He laughs a little, making his body shake against mine.

"Nothing Princess." He mumbles and laughs from something I can't see. "Don't pout." He laughs harder and I have to see what he's laughing at. When I look up, Alan has his arms crossed over his chest and his bottom lip is jutting out in a pout. I giggle and he shoots me a playful glare.

"You're taking my Aussy from me!" He whines and stomps his foot. This makes me laugh even more and try to climb out of the bunk when Austin pulls me back to him.

"No! If you leave, I'll be cold!" He whines just like Alan and I roll my eyes.

"What is with you two and whining?" I laugh and cuddle back against him. Alan is still glaring at us. "Alan, where's Zoe?" He sighs and rubs his eyes.

"She went to go set up the merch tent but I'm serious. You two need to get up. We have to be at the merch tent in like twenty minutes for our meet and greet, then our set time is at 3:15." He sounds like a mom and I just shake my head.

"What time is it anyways?" Austin yawns through his words and sounds like a bear or something. I can't help but to notice his hand rubbing circles against my hip. It is very soothing but it's making me tired at the same time. Alan glances at his phone then looks back at Austin.

"It is 12:35 so you two need to get the fuck up because it is the FIRST DAY OF WARPED TOUR!" He screams the last part and I cover my ears. This is going to be a riduculously long tour with these fuckers. I laugh to myself and climb out of the bunk, despite Austin's protest for me to stay in.

"I have to get dressed and get my equipment ready to take pictures of you fuckers." He laughs and lets me go. I shake my head and quickly get dressed in black jean shorts, a cut off Slipknot shirt I've had since I was like eighteen, a red bandeau underneath it, and some black vans.

"Do not go into the bathroom! I need to go in there!" Austin yells from somewhere on the bus and I groan because I really need to do my hair and wash my face. An idea pops into my head and I spin around. "Faith! Don't. You. Dare." Austin threatens with a laugh. I look over at him and smirk. His face drops and he takes off running. I scream and dart to the bathroom, quickly closing the door right as he reaches it. "Damn it!" He starts laughing and snorts a little which makes me laugh.

"I'll be out in two minutes!" I yell and quickly do everything before making sure I look decent in the mirror. Once I'm satified with how I look, I open the door. Austin is leaning against the wall across from the bathroom. When he sees me, he stands up straight and smiles. A few seconds pass and he's still staring at me. "Austin, why are you staring a-" He cuts me off, placing his soft lips against mine and I completely melt at his touch. Before I can really register what is happening, he pulls away and smirks.

"You're just so fucking gorgeous and we match." I give him a confused look which makes him tug at my shirt. "We are both wearing Slipknot shirts." He laughs and kisses my forehead. "I like that shirt on you. Very sexy." He winks and walks into the bathroom, leaving me there feeling like a million bucks.

Oh yeah. I could definitely get used to that!

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