Lyla's P.O.V:


I woke up feeling refreshed and actually happy this morning. I had slept all night long in the guy's room next to Alan, and surprisingly none of them woke me or moved me when they all came pouring back in sometime in the middle of the night. I was the first one awake and I snuck back over to my room to pack up my stuff. Though I enjoyed our off days I was more than ready to get back on the road.


We had to check out of the hotel at 11 am, and the guys had a show at 2 pm and a signing at 4pm. I had a busy day of photography ahead of me, but I was also hoping to get to see Vic for a little while.


I hadn't seen Vic since the previous afternoon before he left for his interview; I actually hadn't even heard from him, either: not a text, phone call, nothing. I was trying not to think too much into it; he was probably just busy.....hopefully.


I decided to take a shower and attempt to put Vic out of my thoughts: I had a job to think about today. I let the hot water run down my back, spending longer in there than I needed to trying to relax. I got out and put on a bra and pair of underwear before going back to the bathroom to do my hair. After blowdrying it I made my way back to the room and cranked my music up loud. I was jumping around the room, singing to myself, dancing like a fool, just having a good time. I spun around, still singing and dancing, to see Austin standing in the doorway, his eyebrow arched in amusement.


"Ahhhh!" I yelled before running and shutting myself in the bathroom. I didn't hear anything from Austin for a minute or so, and I opened the bathroom door a crack, peeking my head out into the room to see him sitting on the bed staring back at me, smiling like an idiot.


"Someon's chipper this morning," he said comically. I smiled back at him as I hurridly ran out of the bathroom to grab my clothes before ducking back in to get dressed. After I pulled on my clothes I emerged back into the room and sat down next to Austin on the bed.


"I was having fun! Thanks for interrupting jackass!" I said as I playfully punched his arm.


"Good, I'm glad you're happy," he smiled at me for a while before his face turned serious. I looked at him, confused at the sudden change in his mood. "Lyla - I know you don't want to talk about it but I can't just ignore what you did yesterday," he finally said quietly and seriously. I exhaled deeply, not saying anything. "Just why, Lyla? Why did you start this up again?" His voice was sad and filled with concern.


"I don't know. It just happened and I felt like I had no control over myself, like I couldn't stop it. I was mad and I was upset. I'm so screwed up," I mumbled before Austin scooted closer to me and pulled me into his side, wrapping his arms around me.


"Don't say that about yourself. I just wish you would come talk to me or Alan or someone when you're feeling like hurting yourself," he tilted my head up to look me in the eyes. "I love you so much, okay, and it kills me to see you do this. You are such an amazing person, Lyla, and you don't even know the effect you have on people. You practically saved me. I was in a dark place after everything with Gielle and you were there for me; you loved me after everything that had happened, and I'm going to do the same for you. I'm not going to leave you, Lyla. Ever." He smirked a little. "You're stuck with me for the rest of our lives."


"Promise?" I whispered as I nuzzled my head into his chest, his arms still tight around me.
"Only if you promise to never hurt yourself again," he responded. I looked up at him again, and after some thought on my part I stuck my pinky out. He smiled at me at stuck his out, intertwining our pinkies around each other.


"I promise," I said quietly as I leaned up and kissed Austin on the cheek. "Now enough of this mushy stuff! We've got a show to get to!" I said as I jumped up from the bed. Austin smiled and laughed before getting up to go finish packing.


I was determined for today to be a good day.....though the universe had other ideas in mind.


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Vic's P.O.V:


I stretched by back as I sat in the uncomfortable chair in the Starbucks down the street from the hotel. My back was really stiff; I guess that's what I get for sleeping on the floor. Mike walked back over to the table with our coffees, handing me mine as he took a seat across from me.


"Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on, Vic? Why the fuck is that bitch here?" he said bluntly, his voice angry. "I thought you finally came to your senses and dumped her before we left."


"I did.....well, kinda. Look, man, I told her that I needed time to think about things and that I needed a break from 'us' for a while. I didn't ask her to come here! She just showed up and what was I supposed to do? Send her away?" I responded as I tried to reason with Mike about the current situation.


"Um yeah Vic! That's exactly what you should've done! Because now she's going to think that things are all good between the two of you again," he paused and was silent for a while. It seemed he was trying to decide what to say. "What about Lyla?" he finally spit out. I looked at him, my heart beginning to race just at the thought of her. Before I could say anything he began to speak again. "With Kendall being here you're basically asking to screw things up with her again, Victor. She finally decides to give you a second chance. You screwed up and lost her once, Vic, and you know just as much as I do how horrible that was on you. Do you really want to lose her again?"


Of course I didn't; she was all I could think about. During our interview yesterday I just kept seeing her beautiful face in my mind, and replaying our almost kiss that Tony so rudely interrupted. After the interview I was on my way back to her, to start where we had left off, and that's when Kendall showed up.


Kendall and I had only been dating about six months, and before we left for Warped I broke it off, kinda. I needed space to figure things out; this always happened with almost all of my relationships since Lyla: I always ended up drifting away and needing space. I could never figure out why, but I knew why now: those girls weren't Lyla. She was who I wanted; it had always been her.


I wanted nothing more than for Kendall to go away, but she started crying and begging for me back and I couldn't just throw her out. We talked for a while and argued a lot, and though she tried to rope me back in with her tricks I wasn't going to let her; we spent most of the evening in silence after I told her that I didn't want to be with her anymore, and she ended up falling asleep in my bed, so I slept on the floor.


"I'm going to go back and tell her she needs to leave. I told her last night that things were over, but she was so sad....I couldn't just kick her out, Mike. I'm not a complete asshole. I still care about her, but I don't love her. There's only one person that I love, only one person that I have ever loved," I trailed off, my voice getting quiet. Mike reached out and patted my arm. I guess he was done being angry.


"You need to quit being so nice, Vic. What has Kendall done to deserve your sympathy? She's not a nice person, dude. She's really possessive and needy, and she's a total bitch to all of us when you're not around. You don't need to deal with that shit, man," Mike said. He was right: she wasn't nice, and that was one of the main reasons that I broke up with her. But last night I felt like I finally saw the real her for once, and I couldn't just abandon her.


I shook my head at Mike, acknowledging that he was right. We finished our coffee and began to walk back to the hotel. We had to check out in 45 minutes, and I needed Kendall to leave. And then I needed to find Lyla.....and kiss her like I tried to do yesterday.


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Lyla's P.O.V:


We still had half an hour before we had to leave the hotel. Austin and I were sitting on the bed watching something stupid on TV. Alan, Tino, and Phil had gone to get some food somewhere.


"I'm gonna go see Vic," I said to Austin as I got up and began to walk to the door.


"Be safe," he shot back at me. I turned around and gave him a dirty look as he laughed at me before directing his attention back to the tv. "I'll see ya out at the bus in little while."


"Goodbye, loser," I replied before walking out into the hallway. Vic had told me what room they were staying in the day before, and I made my way down to the 4th floor, hoping they hadn't left yet. I stopped at the door and took a deep breath before knocking, trying to calm my nerves. I could hear two voices on the other side of the door, speaking to each other angrily. The door flew open and revealed Vic, his face angry, then surprised and then worried.


I began to smile at him before someone in the background caught my eye. It was a girl; she was sitting on the edge of the bed putting her shoes on, looking over at Vic and I. I felt the color drain from my face.


"Oh, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," I managed to choke out before I took off down the hall back to the elevator.


"Lyla, wait! It's not-" I heard Vic yelling after me, but he was cut off as the elevator door closed. I leaned my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. The tears were threatening to come pouring out, but I was doing everything in my power to keep them in.
Of course he was with a girl. Why wouldn't he have a girlfriend? He's gorgeous and amazing and in a band for christ's sake! He had never said that he wanted to be with me: sure he said he still loved me and we had a great time together, but that didn't mean anything.


The elevator came to a stop and I walked slowly back to the room, collecting myself before I went inside.


"Well that was quick," Austin responded as I sulked into the room. Alan and the guys were back, and they were scrambling around packing their things. I didn't say anything to anyone. I just walked over to my suitcase and zipped it up after throwing in the last few things.


"What's wrong, Lyle?" I heard Austin ask as he walked over to where I was squatting in front of my suitcase.


"Nothing. He was busy," I stated harshly. I stood up and grabbed my stuff to head back down to the bus. I turned but Austin's arm reached out and caught mine, turning me around.


"Seriously, Lyla, what's going on?" He was persistant. We had attracted the attention of Alan now, who was walking over to where we were standing, eyeing me carefully. I didn't need this right now; I didn't need them suffocating me with their questions.


"Fine! He had a girl in his room! Happy, now?" I barked at them as I yanked my arm free from Austin and carried my suitcase out of the room to the elevator. I made my way downstairs and checked out of the room that I had used. I gave the lady my room keys and my credit card to pay for the room. I signed the receipt and stormed out of the hotel and onto the bus that was parked out back.


I tossed my suitcase on the spare bunk and dove into my bunk, pulling the curtain shut behind me. I wanted nothing more than to find my razor blade again and take this out on my wrists, but I had promised Austin.....again. And as hurt and upset as I was I wasn't going to break the promise again. I pulled my headphones out from under my pillow where I had left them and plugged them into my iPod, blasting Bring Me the Horizon as loud as my ears would allow.


I knew it was all too good to be true. And shame on me for believing otherwise.