*Steven's P.O.V*

     I didn't remember much from last night, all the tears I shed caused me to pass out from exhaustion.

I mainly remember being on the floor, the smell of bathroom cleaner and bleach burning my nose.

My body in severe pain- I convulsed, pulling at my hair.

Then she found me.

I don't know why- but she just held me. Never once letting me go.

"Hey- it's okay. You're going to be fine- we're going to get through this...together. Alright? Come on now, shh it's okay Stevie. It's okay."- I faintly recall hearing her whisper softly to me.

I want to believe oh so badly- that she said something else too...but I can't remember.
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I breathed softly, only waking due to the slight pain of a headache.

I finally felt few events of the previous night fill my mind.

Glancing up towards Delilah, she was sleep- her head leaned back against the wall, her left arm protectively around me.

Her free hand held my own, our fingers laced together.

I sighed softly, and buried my face into the crook of her neck once more- liking the warmth her skin provided for me.

I placed a small kiss against her neck and just laid there in her arms.

My mind began to wander as the silence grew stronger.

What would happen if  we got that record deal?

What would happen to Delilah and I?

I can't- couldn't- just leave her.

Should I ask her to come with me?

What if-...she says no?

I frowned internally as I processed all these thoughts.

I honestly, really did love Delilah.

I didn't want to let her go anytime soon- nor did I want her to let me go.

What was I to do? I just- need to push these thoughts aside for now. Everything will blow over, Delilah and I are destined to get our happily ever after.

If anything, I just want to spend mine with her.
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*Delilah's P.O.V*

     I awoke on the floor of the bathroom. The cold tiled floor chilling my skin.

Yawning softly- I took note of Steven's body on mine.

I watched as he played with the charms on my bracelet, every now and then he placed a small kiss on my shoulder, collarbone.

I slid my hand into his hair, brushing it from his eyes and kissed his temple.

"Hi." I whispered.

He didn't look up, but only grew more comfortable against my frame "Hi."

"Are you alright?"

He paused- hesitating. "Yes."

I nodded, slightly unsure- but ignoring it, assuming he was telling the truth.

"Are you hungry?"

"No." He mumbled.

I pursed my lips and nodded.

"Alright-...Let's go explore. Get some fresh air?" I looked down towards him and smoothed his hair.

If anything, I wanted to keep his mind off the drugs. I wanted him to think Happy thoughts-

I don't want him to think about how he had a mental breakdown last night.

He nodded slowly in agreement "Yeah, okay."

I smiled faintly, slowly helping him to his feet.

I blinked in surprise, almost forgetting he was much taller than I.

Taking his hand in my own- I led him out of the bathroom.

We walked through the carpeted hall, stepping in spots of sunlight that beamed in through the windows.

Birds chirped happily in the distance as we headed for the back door.

The sun was brightfully dancing in the sky, the trees swayed in the breeze as the grass danced along to the wind.

I smiled and looked to Steven "See- beautiful." I gestured to the scene.

He nodded a bit, his eyes clouded with thoughts I couldn't read.

Dark circles rested under his eyes, he seemed a bit thin- now that I noticed it.

Well, he had always been a skinny little thing- but this was a bit unusual for him.

"Steven- just, try to forget. You don't need that 'stuff'. Alright? Just, focus on the wind, the concert that's tonight? Right? That's exciting, isn't it?" I spoke enthusiastically, a wide smile on my face.

Stevens gaze fell upon me instantly, it almost scared me how quickly he looked at me.

He didn't say anything for a moment or two. He only smiled and laced his fingers with mine.

His eyes seemed a bit glassy, but I assumed it was only the wind, drying at his eyes.

I didn't know why, or what pulled me to do it- but I decided I wanted to..

So I did-

Standing up on the tips of my feet, I gave him a reassuring smile. Leaning close, the tips of our noses brushed against one another, our lips connecting.

He seemed completely surprised-

I wouldn't blame him. After all this time of pushing him away, I gave in.

The fact that I could loose him to that scandalous drug- to fame, to anything really- it scared me.

Steven was the one I cared for, I didn't want to loose him.

I'll admit it, I'll scream it to the world if I have to- I love him.
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*Steven's P.O.V*

I was completely surprised. No, wait, that's an understatement. I was flabbergasted.

She kissed me- after all this time, she kissed me.

I felt my heart race as she slowly moved her mouth against mine in a loving manner.

Gently, I rested my palm against her cheek- my other hand resting on the curves of her waist.

I sighed contently and kept her close, tilting my head as I let my lips trail across the corner of her mouth to her jawline.

Soft-light laughs escaped her as I did so. She gently pulled away a bit, taking my face in her palms.

Running the pads of her thumbs across my cheekbones, she looked into my eyes.

"Do you feel any better than last night?" She asked in a serious tone, her eyes showing concern.

"Much." I practically breathed.

To be honest, I wasn't doing to well- her kiss made me feel amazing...but, physically- I just didn't know.

I had a pounding headache behind my eyes, my forearms had a dull burn flowing through my veins.

Mentally- I was lost. Part of me just wanted to stay right here in this moment, forever. Holding Delilah close, laughing and talking with her. I wanted to have fun jam sessions with the boys- tour around the world and see sites, go places I can't even pronounce. I want to be famous.

The other part of me- wants to die. I want to run away, and hide. Be safe in the darkness, that way I can't hurt anyone. I can't hurt myself, I can be alone- just me, pills, and needles-

No matter how hard I try to pry my mind off that deadly crap- I just physically can't.

My body needs it. I've become to tolerant to the drug to live without it-

It's like falling in love, you have times where you don't want anything to do with your partner, but you need them by your side.

But- I know what the right and wrong choices are here.

Running away- or ending my life isn't the smartest choice, nor the best one.

Continuing my career, being with my best friends, and spending my life the girl I love- is what I am to do.

Looking into Delilah's eyes, I smiled and rested my forehead against hers- holding her close.

I finally chose the best option, knowing the satisfaction that'd come from it.

Then again, I know the difference between right and wrong- sometimes, what's right seems wrong, and what's wrong... Seems right...