My Love For You Was Bulletproof.

"Fuck it." I groaned as I almost tripped over some trash that was lying on the floor. "Why can’t people just throw their stuff in the thrash cans?!" I whispered to myself.

I was on my way to my favorite bar in town, “Jalex’s”. I really felt like getting wasted after these past few weeks. I’ve never felt so mentally exhausted in my life and I just wanted to get my mind off of things. I know drinking doesn’t solve anything but I didn’t care. In fact, I didn’t care about anything anymore.

There was it. Jalex’s. I pushed the door open. The place was crowded, but not like usual, since it’s a weekday. I made my way through the dancing crowd to the bar. Only a few people were sitting on the stools there. I sat down, noticing the man next to me. He had perfectly styled black hair, piercing blue eyes and pale skin. His eyes went over my blue cocktail dress, down to my black high heels. Then his eyes met mine and he smiled. I smiled back, although it didn’t reach my eyes. He must have recognized that because his smile kinda dropped there.

He took the last sip out of his glass and waved at the bar keeper to bring him another one. He moved his stool closer to mine, he was now so close that I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

"Hey," he smiled at me again. "I’m Kellin." He reached out his hand so I took it.

I gave him another sad smile. “Laura.” I simply replied. I really didn’t plan on getting company today. I just wanted to get wasted, god damnit. But this Kellin guy looked so nice, I just couldn’t tell him to leave me alone.

"Hey," he said "Why so sad? Who put that look on your face?"

Sighning I told him “Long story, I don’t really want to talk about it.”

"You can talk to me, you know. I have time. Nobody deserves to be so sad. And maybe you’ll feel better after talking to someone." he said and flashed me another perfect smile, showing off a row of straight, white teeth.

I sighned again. Why does this stranger care about me so much? And why would I tell him a story that I didn’t even want to think about? But I guess I craved some kind of comfort, so I gave in.

"Alright……" I said.

"But what, what kind of gentleman am I? Can I get you something to drink?" he interrupted.
That made me giggle and the worried look on his face dropped as he started to burst out laughing as well.

I eventually calmed down and said: “A glass of wine would be nice, thank you.”

Before Kellin could even wave at the bar keeper, he already came over to us and placed another glass of whiskey in front of him. “Could you bring a glass of wine for the beautiful lady?” he asked and smiled at me again. Fuck, he was attractive. I pushed that thought back, though. No, I couldn’t think like that, not after everything that happened over the last couple weeks.

The next few minutes just went by and neither of us said a word. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, though. I looked over to the dance floor where now couples were dancing to a slow song. Another sigh escaped my mouth as memories came back to my mind:

Me slow dancing with the man I thought I was going to marry, the man who I thought would never leave, the man who I thought was the love of my life.

I snapped out of my thoughts when the bar tender placed a glass of wine in front of me. I mumbled a quiet “thanks” and took a sip, not caring about the red stain my lips left on the glass. I didn’t bother to wipe it away.

I saw Kellin staring at it. He laughed and said: “Since I bought it, I suppose your lips are mine.”

I didn’t laugh, I just couldn’t. Instead I brought up the past, the story he wanted to hear: “Kellin, I’ve been hurt before. Just about enough to know that I can’t take it no more.”

He immediatly stopped laughing, meeting my eyes again with a concerned look on his face.
"My boyfriend, Jack, broke up with me three weeks ago. He fell in love with another girl. Just like that. We wanted to get married. We had our own flat, planned on having kids…." Once I started talking about it, I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I guess since I didn’t really have anyone to talk, it felt great to finally get it all off my chest.

I rambled on and on about the plans Jack and I had while having a few more glasses of wine.. Kellin didn’t once interrupt me. He was just sitting there with one hand on my knee to show his support. Every now and again he would stroke over my cheek to wipe some tears away.

It got late pretty fast and I felt kinda tipsy. Once I was done with my break up story, Kellin also told me something of himself. He also came to the bar to get his mind off of things because his girlfriend cheated on him with one of her co-workers. What I also learned was that he was the father of a daughter. His baby girl, Copeland, was only one year old and she was living with her mother at the other end of the city. Kellin didn't get to see her very often because his ex, Katelynne, refused to let him spend time with Copeland. He missed her. You could hear it in his voice when he talked about her. Kellin was only 2 years older than me and lived in the same city. How have I never seen him before? I guess I was too caught up in my relationship with Jack that I didn’t pay attention to my surroundings.

It was 2 am, when I decided I had enough to drink for that night. I wasn’t as drunk as I planned to be, but thanks to Kellin I felt so much better.

I hugged him goodbye, smiling a smile that reached my eyes. I wanted to see this beautiful young man again, that was for sure. But the shy girl I was, I was too afraid to ask for his number. I was just hoping I’d bump into him once more.

But before I was even half way through the dance floor, I heard him calling my name. I turned around to see him closely behind me. He had a little piece of paper in his hands, along with a pen. I had no idea where he got it from; maybe asked the bar tender for it. He helplessly looked at me, all the confidence he once had, had dissapeared from his face.
"I really want to see you again, Laura," I could barely hear his voice because the music was way too loud and he spoke so quietly. "Give me your number." I could see the glimpse of hope dying when I didn’t reach out for pen and paper immediatly. I really don’t know why I hesitated, I wanted to see him again too. But I think I was still hurt over Jack and didn’t want to trust the first boy I meet after the break up.

"I wouldn’t dare to do the same to you as Jack did. Never will I let your heart drop on the floor. You really are beautiful, Laura."

I couldn’t help but blush and smile. He was too cute! Then I took the piece of paper and the pen and wrote down my number. I handed him the paper and pen.

"Thank you." he flashed me another smile before he kissed me on the cheek.

I smiled once more (yes, it felt great to not have to fake a smile anymore) and walked away from Kellin once more. As soon as the door of Jalex’s closed behind me I couldn’t help but feel sad. Hopefully he’d call soon.

I stopped walking to breathe in the fresh air and to clear my head a little bit. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear the door of the bar open once more. But I felt someone grabbing my wrist and turning me around.

I looked into Kellin’s gorgeous blue eyes. And before I could say something, he crashed his lips onto mine.

At first I was too surprised to kiss back but then I started to move my lips along with his.
He moved away a little, heavily breathing. “Stay for the night…. If you want to.”

I knew I shouldn’t do it. I didn’t want to have sex with the first boy that showed any sign of affection after the past few weeks that felt like hell.

But when I looked into Kellin’s eyes, I just couldn’t resist.

"Okay." It was barely a whisper. He took my hand and we walked down the road to his appartment. It wasn’t too far away from Jalex’s.

He pulled his keys out of his pocket, opened the door and hold it for me so I could walk through.

We walked up the stairs without saying a word. He would just squeeze my hand now and then to make sure I was okay with this.

As soon as his appartment door closed behind us, his lips were on mine again. He let his tounge slide over my lips. I opened my mouth to let it in. Our tounges worked together perfectly. Once more he pulled away a little to look me in the eyes.

"Are you really okay with this? After everything that happened? Are you really ready for this?" he asked.

"Yes, I’m sure I am." I said. And really, I was sure.

He slowly opened the zipper on the back of my dress and my dress hit the floor. I pulled the leather jacket he wore over a plain white shirt off his shoulders and put the shirt over his head.

We slowly moved over to his bedroom, not once leaving each others lips.

He pushed me on his bed, his piercing blue eyes meeting mine once again. And for the first time since Jack broke up with me I felt save, I felt wanted. I felt like this could be the beginning of something big.

Notes

So, I already posted this story about a year ago but deleted it again, because I didn't like it that much. Now I forced myself into writing again because I actually kinda missed it over the past year and I really liked sharing stories with you guys.

I'm not quite sure yet if this is going to be a one shot or if I should make a chaptered fic out of it. What do you guys think?

Since this is the first story I ever wrote I would love to hear your feedback, so feel free to rate and comment and of course subscribe. :)