"𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘."

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"Holy fuck, Mason." He gasped, stepping forward with his hands out to help me.

Painfully, I pushed myself off the doorframe, wincing as my body protested each and every movement I was making. Nevertheless, I waved my hand around, dismissing his that were about to grab ahold of me. "I'm fine," I assured though we both knew that was a lie.

"Mason?" Parker appeared out from behind Beau, the same stunned look on his face that Beau's face held.

"Hey Parker," I attempted a smile, though my face quickly turned into a look of pain, than one of happiness. I managed to make it over the door jam and into the house without tripping. I paused, resting my hand on the entryway table, breathing heavily, my throat ached with each harsh intake of breath I was taking. "You guys can stop staring at me like I've gone and smashed your Xbox." I joked and continued walking towards the stairs; whilst the two boys stayed unmoving, their mouths slightly agape. I was quite proud of myself for making it up the first two steps without a problem, though of course, that didn't last very long. As soon as I lifted my leg up to take the next step, my foot caught on the step causing me to instantly fly forward. I put my hands out to catch myself, okay, I attempted but it the pain I was feeling made me stop the action almost immediately. However, I never made contact with the steps a set of hands grasped my waist.

"Shit Mase, are you okay?" Parker urged, gently helping to stand back upright.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm okay. Thank you though." I turned slightly to face him.

"Mason, what the hell happened?"

I cleared my throat, feeling uncomfortable with the way they were both looking at me, eyes full of worry. "I tripped." I offered.

"Mason, seriously. Who did this to you?" Beau stepped forward.

I sighed. "Can we not talk about this right now? I feel disgusting and exhausted and I just want to go shower and then go to sleep."

They both looked hesitant, glancing at one another and then looking back to me. Parker nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Yeah, just let me help you the stairs. Okay?"

"You really don't have to do that."

"Please, just let me help."

I swallowed the lump that had suddenly begun forming in my throat. Tears immediately as I did everything in my power to keep them from actually falling. I didn't like crying in front of anyone and I wasn't about to start now. I nodded tightly, allowing him to help me up the steps. We were part way up when the front door flew open, though we continued up the steps. I prayed that whoever it was, didn't acknowledge Sutton and I, though I doubt they'd be able to see me behind Parker's large frame but he was walking up the stairs at an abnormally slow pace, obviously due to me but to anyone who wasn't able to see me, it'd just look weird.

Loud, frantic voices immediately filled the foyer.

"Where the hell could she be?"

"Why did you just leave her out there?"

"She had a call and said it was fine that we went in. I didn't really think much of it." That was defiantly Miles speaking, though his voice sounded strained.

"Of course you fucking didn't." Alex snapped.

"I already feel bad enough. You can stop being a fucking dick." Miles argued back.

"Well maybe if you weren't such a fucking idiot then this would have never have happened."

"Are you honestly blaming me?" Miles demanded.

"Yes, I'm fucking blaming you, you absolute dipshit."

"Really? Because last time I fucking check,"

"Woah, Woah, woah." Nico interrupted Alex and Miles argument as it seemed to get heated. "Yelling at each other isn't going to help anything."

"What the hell is going on?" Beau asked before the could start arguing again.

"Mason's missing." Miles whimpered.

Oh. They were fighting about me.

"Yeah and like I fucking said, if this -"

"No, she's not." Nico interrupted Alex.

"What?" Multiple voices said all at once.

"She's not missing. She's standing in front of Parker." Beau further explained.

I twist my body yet again, peaking my head out from behind Parker's shoulder my eyes focusing on the seven boys who were staring right back at me, eyes wide as saucers. "Do I really look that bad?" I attempted to joke. Within seconds, Alex was bounding up the stairs, taking me out of Parker's arms.

"Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up." He offered.

"I already told Parker and Beau that I was fine, really."

"Yeah and I don't like tits." He deadpanned.

Rolling my eyes, I couldn't help the small smile that grew on my lips. "Okay, you can help me up the stairs." I offered, just wanting to get this over with and tired of attempting to assure them that I was okay to do things on my own. Though I won't lie, I had no doubt I would most likely fall every five seconds but I didn't want to bother them. In one swift motion, my feet were off the floor and I was now being supported by Alex's large, tattooed arms. I looked up, finding him already looking at me.

God, he's so pretty.

Now is not the time Mason I scolded myself. "W-what are you doing?" I stuttered.

"Helping you up the stairs." He began walking up the steps as if he was carrying a piece of paper and I ain't no fool; I know my ass isn't light.

"I can walk."

"Barely. Anyway, this is easier and takes less time."

"You know you really don't have to,"

"I want to." He cut me off, setting me down on my bathroom counter. I hadn't even realized we were already in my room. "Now stay still while I find the first aid kit." I did as I was told and watched, silently as he crouched down and looked through the cabinet under the sink. He stood up within a few minutes, a first aid kit now in his hand. Setting it on the counter, he placed one of his hands on my knee and gently pushed my legs apart, coming to stand between them.

Instantly, my heart began to race. Why? I don't know, okay maybe I do but who could blame me. "You really don't have to do this," I assured, though my words fell on deaf ears as he continued to open the kit and take out everything that he needed. I watched silently as he opened an alcohol wipe and brought it up to my face. As soon as it touched my face, I winced as my eyes flooded with tears.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly, his green eyes focused directly on my blue ones.

"It's okay." I practically whispered, averting my eyes to the floor. I did my best to stay still while he continued to clean up the cut on my face and then on my shoulder and arm, which I will say the whole cleaning of it hurt more than actually receiving the injury itself. I remained silent as he stepped away, throwing all of the gross and bloodies things away. The abrupt sound of the shower starting made me look up from the one spot I had been staring at the entire time.

"Will you be okay getting in yourself?"

"Yes." He stepped forward, helping me off of the counter."You good?" He asked, hands still on my waist. As soon as he let go, I swayed; his hands instantly coming back to their previous place. "Okay, maybe not. It's fine. I can just take one tomorrow." I said, internally cringing at the thought of having to sleep like this.

"You have blood matted in your hair, sweetheart." He pointed out, my stomach twisting at the nickname. "I can help you."

I could feel my face heat up at his words. "It's okay. You really don't have to do that." I swallowed embarrassingly loud, the thought of him seeing me naked making me nerves go through the roof.

"I promise, I won't look. But you need to get clean, there could be some cuts that I missed or am unable to see due to the dirt and blood and they could get infected."

"Can't I just take a bath?"

"You could but I don't think sitting in all of the blood and dirt that's going to come off your body, especially with opened wounds, is such a good idea."

Shit. He had a very good point. A brilliant thought coming to my mind, "Could you go get Miles to help me?"

He hands tighten every so slightly on my waist as his jaw tenses. "You do know he's gay, right?"

I laugh slightly, "Um, yes. I was there when he told you. Remember? Although, he did that me before then that's beside the point. That's the whole reason I asked for him though."

"Do you really not trust me?"

"I do." And I did trust him but the thought of him seeing me without any clothes on makes me anxious as all hell.

He hunches over slightly so that we're eye to eye. "I promise you, I won't look. You can even keep your bra and underwear on if that makes you feel more comfortable."

I couldn't help but focus on his eyes. They were honestly the most stunning eyes I had ever seen. I nodded, not really aware of what I was agreeing to until it was too late.

That's what you get when going all googly-eyed over a boy.

He moved his hands to the hem of my shirt, looking at me for permission to which I nod. I fight my immediate want to close my eyes as he pulls off my shirt, gulping as he drops it onto the floor. He continues to my pants, my hands holding onto his shoulder to hold myself up, not looking down until he's pulled them to my knees. As promised, his eyes go right back to my face as soon as he stands back up. I was thanking God that I had actually matched my bra and underwear together, not to mention they were actually cute and not my usual granny panties.

He grabs my waist again, my skin burning at his touch albeit his hands were absolutely freezing. I hadn't even realized he had backed me up until he was softly pushing me to sit on the closed toilet. "Hold on." I nodded and brought my arms over my stomach in an attempt to hide it.

My head snapped up as soon as I heard the zipper of his jeans to find an already shirtless Alex who's now tugging his jeans down his legs. "What are you doing?" I practically choked out.

He chuckled, "I kind of need to help you in there seeing as you're unable to stand by yourself." He kicked off his jeans and socks. Stepping forward, he stuck his hand out for me.

Holy. Actual. Poop. Nuggets.

I had seen Alex naked before but that didn't mean his body didn't still take my breath away every time I saw it. Not to mention the fact that I'm sitting here in my underwear and we're about to take a shower together. Regardless of whether or not it's in an intimate way or not, it's still intimate on some sort of level. Isn't it? I can't believe this is actually happening right now. Before I could change my mind, I grabbed his hand and began standing up. An involuntary, sharp intake of breath flew past my lips as I pushed myself up, which in turn, caused Alex to step closed and wrap his arm around my waist, practically pulling me up.

Our bodies were touching and my entire body felt as if it was on fire. I also wouldn't be surprised if he could feel my heart literally pounding against my chest. After a not moving for a while, I looked up to see Alex already looking down at me. He swallowed and cleared his throat, looking away quickly. "You ready?'

"Yeah," I mumbled, stepping forward with him. I remain quiet as he moves me under the water, looking at my feet, watching as all of the dirt and grime mix with the water and slide down the drain.

"Let me see your hands." I lift my arms up, allowing him to grab my hands and place them on either side of him right above the waistband of his underwear, stepping so close that our bodies were almost touching again. "Hold on to me, k?" I nod, not being able to find the words to answer him. Like I had said, I'd seen him completely naked before but I had never actually touched him like this.

God Mason. Stop being so over dramatic. All you're doing is holding his hips.

My inner self is right. I sound ridiculous but still, I couldn't help but blush as my stomach tumbled, feeling as if a herd of Llamas were throwing a damn party in there. I jump slightly as I felt his hands in my hair, the smell of my shampoo filling the air. He was washing my hair. Alexander DeLuca was washing my hair. "Lean your head back." He muttered, stepping forward once again, his stomach coming in contact with my chest. I did as I was told, closing my eyes as he moved my head under the water yet again, his fingers massaging my scalp as he rid my hair of the soap. He moved on to the conditioner it and then to help wash my body, making sure to avoid any of my no no squares.

"Lean against the wall, I'm going to go and grab us towels real quick." Again, I stayed quiet and did what I was told. Not a minute later he came back, a towel now wrapped around his waist. Wrapping his arm around my waist, yet again, he helped me out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my body.

My wet bra began soaking through the towel. "Um, Alex." I said so quietly, I wasn't sure he would even be able to hear me.

"Hm?" He hummed, tucking the end of my towel in.

I swallowed the massive lump in my throat. "Can you," I cleared my throat, my face burning a deep crimson. "Can you help me unclip my bra?" He nods, reaching behind me with one hand and unhooking it within seconds. Part of me was impressed while the other part of me was jealous thinking of all of the girls bras he had to have taken off to be that flawless at it.

"Do you need help with your underwear too?" he nearly chokes out.

Truth was, I did. I didn't want to need his help but I had little faith that I'd actually be able to get them off myself. "Uh, y-yes." I hated the fact that I stuttered but honestly, who could blame me? Alexander DeLuca was literally stood before me in nothing but a towel whilst I was stood here just the same after he helped me shower, washed my hair and body, helped me take my bra off and was now offering to help take my underwear off too. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

After a bated minuted, he got down on one knee and reached up under my towel, his fingers coming in contact with the hem of my underwear. "This defiantly wasn't how I pictured me taking off your underwear for the first time." He looked up at me, a smirk on his lips. I couldn't help but laugh at his crude joke, shaking my head. Goosebumps rose all over my body as he slowly began pulling them down my legs. I think he was going slower on purpose. As soon as they were around my ankles, i stepped out of them, wanting nothing more than this moment to be over.

He stood up and helped me back into my room, pushing me down at the end of my bed. "I'll get you something to wear." He uttered, already walking into my closet. He came back with a black t-shirt that I don't recall being mine and a bright, red, lacy thong and a small pair of shorts.

I looked up at him impassively finding a wide smile already on his face. "Really?

"What?" He said, defensively.

"You know exactly what." I narrowed my eyes at him, grabbing the thong and shirt out of his hand.

"They looked comfortable." He offered.

"Yeah, comfortable for having something stuck up your ass crack."

"Well, they are yours."

"Yeah, yeah. Just help me get dressed."

"Oo. Someone's a little demanding now aren't they."

"I'm sorry. Can you please help me?"

"Oh, why of course." He smiled. "Arms up."

"I feel like a child." I huffed, as he pulled the shirt over my head, causing him to laugh.

"And up," he grabbed my hand, assisting. The shirt fell over my the towel and down to my knees. "I'm gonna take the towel off." I nodded and he pulled it off, making sure to pull down so that the shirt didn't raise and once again, he was on one of his knees, helping me put the underwear up, though he left it mid-thigh, allowing me to pull it up the rest of the way. "Do you need me to check the back and make sure they're on properly." He cheekily added as he helped with shorts.

"Ha, ha. You're so funny." I deadpanned.

"I'm just trying to be as helpful as possible." He stood up, pulling up my shorts all the way.

"You're incorrigible."

"Eh." He shrugged. "Let's get you into bed and I'll go get you some medicine for your pain and something to drink. Are you hungry?"

"No, I'm good." I hadn't eaten since breakfast, though I didn't know what time it was now, I could only assume it was much later and though I did feel the slightest bit hungry but I was far more tired than hungry, so I was going with sleep. Plus sleeping would help with not having to deal with the pain for at least a little bit. "You sure?" He asked, pulling my blankets up and over me.

"Yes."

"Okay. I'll be right back with your medicine. Is there something specific you wanted to drink?"

"Waters fine."

He nodded. "K, I'll bring you a snack incase you change your mind." I nodded, watching as he started walking towards the door.

Just as he opened the door, his name flew out of my mouth. "Alex."

He turned around to face me. "Yeah?"

"Thank you, for you know, everything." I said quietly.

Guilt filled his eyes, though it was gone almost as quickly as it had been there. He gave a small, slight nod and stepped into the hallway shutting the door.

As soon as the door was shut, I slid down so that I was fully laying down, groaning at the pain it caused. Tugging my duvet up to my neck, I willed myself to roll onto my side. My breathing increased as today's events came crashing down. Tears filled my eyes once again, only this time I didn't stop them from falling and fall they did. I hadn't realized how much time had gone by until my door opened, letting me know that Alex was back.

I closed my eyes, thanking God that I chose to face away from the door. I reach up and wipe my face as discreetly as possible, hoping to have rid my face from all tears. I listened silently as he placed whatever he had brought up down on my bedside table before coming around the bed to the side I was facing.

It took everything in me not to flinch as I felt his hand tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. "This is all my fault." He whispered. What the hell was he doing? Then, his warm lips pressed softly against my forehead, his thumb rubbing against my non-injured cheekbone. "I'm so sorry, Baby." 

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authors note, 

This chapter took me forever to write, okay, I'm lying, it only took like 5 hours but still, it took a while and I'm not even sure if I actually like it. 

However, it is the longest chapter I've written so far coming in at 3,400 words.

Anywho, I hope you like it. Let me know if you do,

or if you don't? 

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