Lucy's Point of View.

My eyes suddenly shoot open, and i wake up to the pitch black room. My heart jumps when i wonder what time it is, and if Jack could walk through the door at any moment. I notice Matthew's arms around me, and i wiggle out of them to see the bedside alarm.

It's 09:43.

While i hear Matthews deep breaths against my neck, i realize that i have to get to my own room before Jack wakes up. But i don't want to leave.

Even with Matthew sleeping, it's nice just laying here with him. But if i go back to sleep, i probably won't wake up before 10, which is when everyone's alarm goes off.

After a few minutes, i decide to get up and go to sleep in my own room. It's hard to leave him, especially after he came home extremely drunk and for once wasn't all intense and scary. He was goofy, playful, sweet... I close the door behind me and walk silently to my room and get under the covers.

The next day during breakfast, jack explains that him and Nash have a session at the studio today, and me and Matthew are welcome to come. Matthew glances over at me and purses his lips while unnoticeably shaking his head.

"I'm not feeling very well, i think i'll just stay home," i say, ignoring the guilt that comes from lying to my brother to be with his best friend.

Jack nods his head, and i'm reminded that i still haven't talked to him about the whole drama with him moving to the states after the X-factor and my parents. He can't go on thinking that it's his fault that i got panic attacks. He turns to Matthew, and now Matthew will have to come up with an excuse.

"I have to check on my place, the renovation's almost done," i wonder if he really means that we'll go to his place again. But actually, we should. I have a lot of questions.

"Oh... But Lucy, i really don't want you to be alone after yesterday," Jack says referring to my fake panic attack, and i look down hiding my expression.

The worry in his eyes are genuine, and i say the first thing that pops into my head.

"I'll just go with Matthew," there are a few seconds of silence as i study Jack's reaction, and then he speaks.

"If you feel well enough to go with Matthew, why don't you just come to the studio with me?" my heart beats accelerates as i search for something to say.

"Uhm, i'll probably just sleep it off at his place, and i don't think i want to go to city centre, there isn't exactly a calm environment there," he looks confused, and a million of better excuses enter my mind, but its too late now.

"Ok.. you'll sleep at Matthew's?"

"Yeah i mean i'd probably just sleep here, but if you don't want me to be alone..." he can't know why i'm going there, and from his expression, he thinks its weird that we'll be alone at his house. He looks over at Matthew, and i can't see Matthew's face since he's standing behind me, and it'll look weird if turn around to see it.

I just stand completely still and look at Jack. I've learned a lot about lying in the past few days.

"I'll look after her," Matthews raspy voice speaks behind me. Just hearing his voice makes the good kind of chills spread slowly all over my body. Jack nods and says goodbye. As much as i want to believe that he doesn't suspect anything, after this intense conversation, i think he does.

We hear him close the door behind him, and i exhale with relief.

"That wasn't easy," i say as Matthew walks towards me. He grabs my hips and kisses me swiftly before looking into my eyes.

"I know, but at least he's gone.. You wanna go?" His brown eyes full of promise, and his lips parted after our kiss, I feel weak in the knees and slowly nod.

...

When we walk into the living room, i'm struck by the incredible view again. Reaching miles over the city centre, I see all of Los Angeles.

"Do you stay here much?" I ask him as he goes into the kitchen.

"We are almost always on tour, so I haven't actually stayed here that often, when I get time off I usually visit my family in Canada," I suddenly remind myself of what we talked about the last time I was here. How many women have been in the room with him.

9.

I don't get it, if he's on tour that much, how has there been 9 women? When he's home, he must go through them quickly. The fear that he'll do that to me grows, but I chose to ignore it.

He opens a cabinet over the fridge, and takes out a brown bottle and places it on the counter. After, he takes out a couple more, a blue and green one and brings out two glasses.

"Can i interest you in a drink?" he says with a smirk and I glance at the bottles before me. Definitely alcohol.

"I'm 16, need i remind you?" I smile and he returns it.

"No i remember, but i thought since we've broken so many rules already.." he furrows his eyebrows and I nod at him. He fills both glasses half way, and i take a sip.

"Where were you last night?" I ask, ignoring the burning of the liquid in my throat.

"Riffs, s'a bar in downtown LA," he answers, and i wonder if he does that often. Goes to bars and gets drunk.

"I'll take you there sometime," I first feel happy from his invitation, but it quickly reminds me that we'll never be able to go anywhere public. Maybe in the future, when i'm legal, and Jack knows and is accepting. But I don't think Jack will ever be.

"What are you thinking about?" Matthew asks as i walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. I stare at the view, considering what i should say.

"You," i say and he smiles adorably. "...and the 9 girls before me," i break the light mood, and his smiles disappears.

"Lucy, there is no way for me to erase my past. You should know that i've never felt anything real for those girls," he says. Should this make me more secure? Because all it does right now is make me doubt him more. If he never felt anything for them, why would he feel something for me?

"But this... what i feel for you and what you feel for me... this is real," he makes me blush as he wraps his arms around my waist and pull me close.

"So are you in... or are you out?" he says, squinting his eyes as he's afraid of what i might say.

"I'm in,"

...

After a while, we drive back to Jack's house. After today, i know now i'm more open to the idea of having that kind of relationship. A secret relationship, where he obviously wants some sort of control over me. Mostly because i saw how much he wants it... wants me.

When we walk into the hallway, i hear two voices from the kitchen. I recognize Jack, but i can't place the second one. Matthew hangs my jacket on the hook by the door and we walk into the kitchen. When i see who's sitting on the stool, my heart jumps from the surprise.

"NASH!" I say as I recognize the boy with the bluest eyes.

His eyes move from Jack's to mine, and I see the familiar smile as I walk over to him.

"Hey Lucy!" he greets, putting his arms around me. I haven't seen Nash in a long time, so seeing him again makes me really happy.

"Wow, you've grown up a lot since i saw you last," he says after he releases me from out hug. I think the last time we saw each other was when I was about thirteen. I've never really had much interaction with jacks' friends, I mean I just met Matthew a few days ago, and I have yet to meet Carter.

Nash and I have met only a couple times before this.

"Yeah you too!" last time I saw him he had braces and a Justin Bieber haircut.

He's wearing a grey t-shirt with black jeans, and he looks good. Matthew walks over and gives him a quick hug before we all sit down by the kitchen table.

"It's great seeing you again," Nash says and looks me in the eyes. I feel a sudden blush of my cheeks when I see his crystal blue eyes.

A sudden awkward silence emits across the room and I feel Matthew's eyes on me from where he sits next to me. Jack and Nash are sitting on the other side of the table.

"Yeah it's been ages," I glance over at Matthew and he arches his eyebrows, looking almost angry.

"So, how long have you stayed here?" Nash asks.

"Five days, and i'm leaving in nine days," a few seconds pass and I realize it. I'm leaving. I'm going home in a matter of days.

"What?" Matthew suddenly whispers a little too loudly, and everyone turns towards him. His brows furrows, but he doesn't look mad, he looks... sad.

We haven't even discussed it. Granted that this relationship didn't exactly had a happy ending prepared, but now we both realize that in nine days, its over. Jack looks over at Matthew and he loses his sad face probably to hide it all from jack.

"Oh really? Where have you been in the city?" Nash interrupts the awkwardness, seemingly oblivious to it.

"Well not many places actually, i've been to this great little italian restaurant called "Eataly, and i've been to the studio with Jack and Matthew," I explain and right about when Nash is about to respond, Matthews interrupts. "And my place," my eyes widen as my heart drops.

Did he just say that? He is looking sternly at Nash, as if it looks like he's trying to see his reaction.

"That's where we were before we got here, Lucy wasn't feeling well," he continues and i'm left wondering what he's trying to do. He could have just not mentioned it, now it seems weird for both Nash and jack.

"Okay...... Anyways, how are things with school?" he asks politely.

"They're good! Finishing year eleven when i get back to Florida," with each reminder, Matthews eyes gets darker and he gestures with his eyes and tilts his head back and i know he wants to talk. But i can't exactly get up and grab his hand. I try to continue the conversation as Matthew sits there.

"Cool! Well i'd better be going," Nash says and looks over at jack.

"Aw already?" i say, feeling the urge to catch up, but he must be tired. After all, he was just at the studio for several hours.

"Yeah, but let's do something for dinner!" Nash says and i see Matthew in the corner of my eye, staring at Nash with a strained look.

"I mean... All of us, i know a great place," Nash corrects himself and Matthew looks more at ease, but his stern eyes doesn't leave Nash.

...

Five hours pass and i'm in Matthew's room, waiting for him after he said he was going to get something from the hallway. Were soon going to dinner with Nash, and we have to get ready soon. The door opens and Matthew holds a dark grey box in his hand and he has a curious look in his eyes, almost gitty.

He walks over to me without a word and hands me the box. The letters make out "Versace", and my curiosity grows, wondering whats inside.

"This is for you, i would like you to wear it sometime," he says simply and he looks excitedly at the box. What could this be? I take the lid of, staring at Matthews capturing eyes. When the lid comes off, i drop it on the ground when i see what's inside. I run my hands across it and take it out and let it fall to the ground with my hands holding the top.

The dark purple fabric feels soft against my palms, and i lose my breath at the stunning dress.

"Matthew..... It's beautiful," i say, discomfort spreading across my shoulders. I wouldn't usually accept this kind of gift. This must have cost thousands...

"Put it on for me?" i hear from his lips and enjoy the sight of the adorable boy standing in front of me. I nod and turn around, taking off my top, feeling valuable under his gaze. When i unzip my pants and slowly start to take it off, i feel his hands on my back, traveling to my waist, and he holds around me. I'm unable to move with his touch, his hands moving further down. He stops for a second and i take the rest of my pants off. He grabs the dress.

He hands it to me and i put my feet into it, and bring the dress around my body. He brings my hair to my back, gripping it with a single hand. I bring it around my shoulders and i hear him breath out, his warm breath touching my neck, sending shivers down my body.

"Turn around, let me look at you," he whispers and without a thought, i do what he says.

"Stunning," his eyes travel up and down, and then he roughly grabs my neck and kisses me passionately.

I almost don't react when i see the terrified eyes from the door.