Reliving the Nightmare

♡LOLA'S POV♡

I frowned in confusion. His wee face was lit up with excitement and his knee was bouncing rapidly against my own.

"Tickets?" I drew out the word to express my unsurety. "What kind of tickets?"

He smiled reassuringly at me and clasped my hands tight.

"Plane tickets," he blurted out proudly, sitting back with a smug expression, as if he had invented them rather than suggested them.

"That's great, Bri," I said, rolling my eyes at him. "Plane tickets where exactly?"

His grin grew wider and I watched as the man in front of me transformed into a ray of happy sunlight. He practically exuded excited energy.

"A plane ticket back home. My home in California, you know with the boys and all that?" he clarified.

My jaw dropped and I struggled to find something appropriate to say. Thoughts whirled around in my mind but my body wouldn't work to express them. The silence between us grew and I could feel Brian's excitement slipping as I continued to flounder.

"Lola?" his voice had turned uncertain and his chocolate eyes were wide. "Is that not what you wanted?"

It tore at me that I was dampening his enthusiasm, especially as it was a side that he had rarely expressed in front of me. But I couldn't leave Scotland. It was my home and I loved it; the beautiful rolling green hills and the mental people that inhabited it were a part of who I was. I had planned on living in Scotland all of my life so the idea of leaving it because a guy asked me to was absurd.

"Brian, not that it's not a great idea, because it is, but-" I began.

He jerked up off the sofa causing me to collapse onto where I had been leaning on him. I righted myself then bit my lip as he stood, rigid, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"But? But what?" he asked me, still facing the opposite way from me. He didn't sound angry, just very unsure of himself. He had put himself out there and I had left him alone. Damn this was confusing.

"Brian, please," I soothed him as I stood up and joined him, wrapping my arms round his waist from behind and resting my face against his back. "It's just a big decision to make and I'm not exactly mentally stable right now. I don't want to make a hurried decision now and then regret it later."

"I would take care of you," he promised quietly, placing his hand over mine where it rested on his stomach.

"I don't doubt that, Brian. I really don't. You're perfect and I want to be with you, but Scotland is my home. I feel safe here, I fit in and I connect with everything about it. I don't think I would say the same about America," I whispered to him, tracing patterns on his stomach.

He turned in my arms and looked at me hard. I could see his mind at work, trying to think of a way to convince me.

"Lola, I don't want you to not feel safe in America. But there's something more important than that."

"And what's that?" I raised my eyebrows at him, wondering where this was going.

He took a deep breath. Then he got down on one knee. I gasped involuntarily and my hand flew to my mouth. What was he doing?!

"Lola, I want you to feel safe in different places, I really do," he began as I was still in shock. "But that doesn't mean as much to me than if you felt safe anywhere by my side. I want you to be able to go anywhere in the world feeling secure because I'm right there with you. Or even if you're by yourself, I want you to know that I support you and am only a phone call away or whatever. Basically you need to know that I'm always going to be there for you. So please stop worrying and just be spontaneous for once. Live your life and come with me, because I..." He paused, "I, um, I really care about you," he finished stuttering.

My eyes had filled up with tears at his heartfelt speech. Nobody had ever said anything so supportive or real to me. It was exactly what I needed to hear from him and it alleviated the stress that was holding me back.

"Oh and I don't know what I'm doing on one knee. I just kinda did it and then realised it was fucked up," he admitted, licking his lips nervously. "I'm not really used to saying stuff like this."

I laughed and wiped away my tears of joy, then I I joined him on the floor. I kneeled with him and touched my forehead against his, tightening my hand in his silky hair.

"It's ok. It was perfect, you're perfect," I smiled at him, fixing his lips into a smile with my other hand.

He captured my hand with his and stroked his thumb on my skin. I shivered at the intimacy of it all, I had never experienced anything so sweet and pure as my relationship with Brian.

"So what do you think? America or Scotland?" he asked me, his voice catching a little.

I brushed my lips across his cheek and whispered, "I choose you. So if that means going to America, then so be it."

His hand left mine and fisted in my hair, pulling me to his face hard, celebrating my choice. Our lips smashed together and our hands roamed over each other, feeling every dip and bump. I left his muscular body and put my hands on his face, stroking my favourite part of him, the part of him that had brought my attention to him when I first saw him: his cutting cheekbones. They were smooth beneath my touch and I trailed a pattern of admiration from them down to his sharp jaw. I could not get enough of this man.

Apparantly he felt the same way about me, as his hand made its way down past my hips and waist to reach the hem of my shirt. His long fingers found their way past it to touch the bare skin of my stomach. I moaned and deepened our kiss, sweeping my tongue into his mouth and claiming it as my own. His large hand continued it's journey North and traced the underneath of my bra. I squirmed and pushed myself further onto him, forgetting my nervousness that usually came with being with guys. I was being spontaneous, I was living my life the way I wanted to.

"Brian," I groaned as he finally got under my bra and started working my breasts. "Brian, I need-"

The door burst open and Johnny walked in. Upon seeing us sitting on the floor with Brian's hand up my shirt, he threw up his hands and blew out an exasperated sigh.

"Fucking hell, everyone's getting lucky apart from me," he whined.

I didn't realise what he was meaning until I peered past him into the corridor and saw El backed up against the wall with Arin pinning her arms above her head, their lips melded together as they grinded rather publicly.

"Well at least we're not as open as they are," I said lightly, readjusting my top as Brian groaned in frustration and dropped his head on my chest.

"Fuck off, Johnny," he called out, his voice muffled from where it rested on the bare skin on my collarbone.

Johnny gave him the finger but I stood up and pulled Brian up with me.

"Don't be mean Brian. We need to sort stuff out with the guys and El anyway," I cajoled him and ruffled his hair playfully.

"Yeah but it could have waited a while longer. Johnny's just being a dick," he moaned.

Johnny stuck out his butt and pouted his lips in the most ridiculous fashion. "But you luuuurve me," he teased in a simpering voice.

Brian walked out of the room muttering under his breath about shortness being the route of all evil. I giggled and followed him out, yanking Arin off of El as I passed them. They surfaced for air, both looking a little lost without having each other glued on their faces.

"Group meeting!" Brian hollered. Within seconds, Zacky and Matt appeared from round the corner, obviously having been hiding from the porno happening here in the corridor. They eyed Arin and El warily as if to make sure they weren't going to start doing each other randomly then relaxed. Or at least Zacky relaxed. Matt stood away from Brian and stared at the floor, the muscles in his arms straining as he gripped the pockets of his jeans. I hoped he felt guilty for fighting with Brian although it seemed like they hadn't made up yet.

"Right bitches," Brian began. "Lola and I have made plans to travel back home."

A dozen eyes turned to look at me. El snorted and slung her arm round Arin. Zack flinched away from them, scared they were going to start up again.

"Aye right. My girl isn't leaving me here. I'm coming with you," she announced boldly. Nobody questioned her and that was that. As simple as that and she was staying with me. She would sort everything out with her parents who were cool with pretty much anything.

"Awesome! You can stay at my place," Arin told her happily and she smiled at him in agreement. Sorted.

"Right so that's great," Brian said as Arin and El embraced while Zacky had retired to beside me so as to not get in the way of their 'thing.'

"I assume that all you guys are coming too," Brian said, addressing Matt, Zacky and Johnny. "Because we were meant to be travelling back after that last show but we postponed for the girls," he said, gesturing to El and I.

"Fuck yeah, I need to get home and relax with a few good parties," Zacky drawled with a not so sly wink at Brian.

Matt and Johnny also shouted their agreements, confirming our upcoming flight to America.

"Hey, speaking of parties, can we have one here in Glasgow to say goodbye to Scotland? This is quite a big deal for Lola and I so we'd like to go out in style," El burst out as if the idea had suddenly occurred to her suddenly.

I wished she hadn't said anything. Parties were not my scene at all and I always felt out of place at them. God knows what a party with Avenged Sevenfold would be like. I would guess that there would be a lot of drinking, drugs and sex. Oh joy.

Unfortunately for me, all of the guys hooted in appreciation and screamed 'Yeah!'

"We could rent a house and get all the Avenged crew with us!" Johnny said, practically bouncing up and down with excitement.

"I'm on it. One house and a shit tonne of people coming up," Matt said as he pulled out his phone and walked into the warm up room to organise it.

Uh oh. This was happening very fast. What was happening? These guys couldn't even walk through a door without hurting each other but as soon as a party was mentioned they suddenly turn into organised planners?

"But what about the plane tickets?" I shouted into the midst of chaos that had erupted between everything.

"On that as well," Matt's distant voice came from the warm up room.

"Well what about food and drink and all that stuff?" I asked, growing desperate.

Zacky and Johnny rushed past me and Zacky said, "That's our job!" He peered into the warm up room and told Matt, "Matt we're off to the shops to get all the stuff. Text us the directions to the house when you've got it and we'll meet you there."

Matt nodded and waved them on, whilst busily texting on his phone. They hurried out of the building, leaving just four of us in the corridor.

"Well what about what we'll wear? We can't go to a party looking like this," I protested, anxious to stop this party.

Brian laughed and said, 'Please. I bought you enough slutty outfits to keep you going for months."

I huffed and went into a sulk. This party was going to be awful, I knew it. Brian would see how stiff and uptight I was and he would ditch me to meet more interesting girls. El would make out with Arin the whole time and I would be all by myself.

"Well I guess we'll just wait until everything's sorted then we'll head to the rental house, whenever we get one," Arin suggested to us and Brian nodded.

Super. I couldn't wait...

Notes

So here's another chapter :)
Next stop, America! Do you think Lola made the right decision or will she come to regret leaving her home behind?
Partyyyyy time!!!!! Who doesn't love a good party?! Oops, maybe Lola....:/

Please leave comments, readers! I love knowing what you think, so tell me, tell me, tell me!!!:):)
Thanks,

L xxx