#shh i didn't post this last night and then delete it and edit it more

[kodavistaa]

#bastille #will farquarson #audio #shh i didn't post this last night and then delete it and edit it more

[mackenzielovee]

my girl (part 2) - rafe cameron

a/n: im nervous as hell to post this. I even edited it ;) I really hope i did it justice. I added a lot of fluff so hope you enjoy (not my gif)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you on a trip, and somehow manages to find trouble along the way.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, fighting (blood, punching, hitting), and soft boy ! rafe

Word Count: 6.9k+

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Rafe's giggle is what wakes you up in the morning. The two of you had spent the night at your house last night - well, Rafe snuck in the window at midnight. Your parents didn't love when Rafe sleeps over, but Rafe claims he has too much trouble sleeping without you to even bother trying.

You roll over and find your cheeky boyfriend staring at his phone, a big grin on his face. He doesn't notice you move at first, your voice is what brings him out of his trance.

"There better not be a girl on that screen," you mutter.

His eyes shoot down to you and his grin only widens. He angles his phone so you can't see it at all, which makes you groan. He laughs lightly and leans down, giving you a quick kiss.

"There is," he informs you, "And she's hot as fuck."

You groan again and push him away from you, denying him of any more kisses. If he's gonna look at girls on his phone, you're just gonna go take a shower. You roll away from him and attempt to get up, but you feel the bed shift and then his arms around you, pulling you back down.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks you, "I didn't even show you the picture yet."

"I don't wanna see some picture of a supermodel, Rafe, just send it to Topper or something," you say, trying to pull out of his grasp.

He's too strong for you, keeping you hostage in his arms. He laughs at your remark about sending it to Topper.

"I don't think Topper wants this one," he laughs.

You finally give up trying to escape, and you just lay there, huffing and puffing. Rafe looks down at you, grinning like an idiot as you pout. It doesn't truly upset you that he looks, you know every guy does it. But the fact that he's so open about it bugs you a bit.

"Just show me, then," you mumble.

"Baby," Rafe says, "I have to warn you. She's, like, super hot. Okay?"

"Oh, my god, Rafe!" you groan. He slaps his hand over your mouth and tells you to 'shh'. You laugh against his hand, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, here," he shoves his phone over to you.

At first, you don't want to look, but when you see a picture of you, in bed, asleep, with your mouth part way open, you grin.

"What the hell is this?" you grab his phone, staring at the unflattering photo of yourself.

"Your new contact picture," Rafe grins.

"Ew, no, Rafe," you shake your head. You try to delete the photo, but Rafe is too quick for you, jumping on top of you and grabbing his phone out of your hand.

"Don't you dare!" he shouts, locking it and throwing it on the floor so you can't reach it.

"That's a terrible picture!" you yell at him.

Jokingly, you try to reach down on the floor for his phone, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back up, then lays all his body weight on you. His head finds its way to your chest, immediately making you relax.

"So," he speaks, his voice softer, "Excited or nervous for our trip?"

You think for a moment about what the two of you have planned. You were supposed to go on a college tour with your parents today, but when they cancelled last minute due to an event with your little brother, Rafe offered to go with you instead. Your parents want you to look at the University of South Carolina to learn all about your options. You, however, know you most likely won't end up there because it's a ways away from Rafe.

"Both," you admit, "I'm more excited to go to Chapel Hill next month."

He nods his head. He's been trying to get better with accepting you will be attending school, and you've made him feel better by promising to share your bed with him and let him keep clothes at your dorm. That had made him happy.

You both lay in silence for a while, your hand absentmindedly stroking through Rafe's hair. This is his heaven. Just being alone with you and laying with you is completely enough for him.

"Hungry?" you ask him after a bit, afraid he's fallen asleep again.

"Hmm," he hums out, and you can tell he's too relaxed to care about anything else.

Your stomach growls and he hears it, which makes him smile. He brings his hand up to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up, then brings his head down and leaves a kiss on your belly button.

"Rafe," you warn him, telling him you're not having sex with him right now.

"What, baby?" he asks innocently, smirking up at you.

He kisses your stomach again, then starts leaving more and more all around your exposed skin. You can feel it start to get to you so you sit up, spoiling his fun.

"Let's go eat," you say, your voice slightly frazzled. Rafe smirks, knowing he got to you.

"Right. Sex later," he states. You laugh, only because he speaks so matter-of-factly, and then pull him out of bed with you.

"You have to get dressed," you throw his shirt at him, "If you want them to believe you snuck in early this morning."

Rafe groans, but does as told. He throws his shirt on and then slides into some sweatpants, then takes your hand and allows you to lead him downstairs. To your surprise, your dad is in the kitchen. You hope he won't even question why Rafe is over at nine in the morning, since the two of you are leaving for USC soon.

"Morning, Dad," you smile as you lead Rafe into the kitchen.

Rafe gives your dad a nod and a shy smile. Ever since your dad had his back with the generators, Rafe has been trying harder to make sure he's on your dad's good side. He's been trying to follow the rules they've set with you, but sleeping with you at night is not negotiable to him. He needs you in order to get a good night's sleep.

"Morning, you two," your dad smiles, "Sleep well, honey?"

You nod a quick response to him, then open up the fridge and start handing Rafe eggs. Hoping your dad will get the hint and leave, you're both surprised when your dad pats Rafe on the back.

"What about you, Rafe?"

You turn, looking at the expression Rafe holds. He looks scared, but quickly tries to wipe it away as he gives your dad a smile.

"What about me, sir?"

You watch your dad grin, and you know he knows. Rafe hasn't caught on yet, or at least is playing dumb with your dad, because his expression does not change.

"You sleep well, son?"

Rafe nods, not sure of the game here but also not really wanting to play. Your dad is full on grinning now, and he pats Rafe on the back again.

"Good. I'm glad. I, however, did not. Some kid was sneaking into my daughter's bedroom in the middle of the night and kicked my bedroom window while he was climbing the tree."

Rafe's expression turns scared now, as you two have never actually been confronted by your dad before.

"Sir, I'm so-"

Your dad interrupts your boyfriend by shaking his head and laughing.

"Use the front door next time, okay? It's what it's there for."

Your dad grabs his coffee mug off the kitchen counter and exits the room, proud of himself. He knows he got his point across without being a dick, which makes him happy because he really does like Rafe.

"Fuck, baby," Rafe whispers to you the second your dad is gone.

You start to laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth because you know Rafe is feeling very embarrassed right now. He reaches out and grabs onto you, tickling your sides as you laugh at him. You try not to scream at him to stop, because you know you two are already on thin ice with your dad.

"We got in trouble," you sing to him, "Well, mainly you."

Rafe pinches your side, making you fall back against him. He grabs onto you and holds you up, but you continue to squirm to get away so he won't pinch you again.

"You better stop laughing at me," he whispers in your ear.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying your best to suppress your giggles.

He spins you around to face him, then in one fluid motion, picks you up and places you on the counter in front of him. He's so fast that it scares you, and you cling onto him long after he's set you down.

"It's not my fault that I can't sleep without you," he tells you, his voice low. He buries his face in your neck and kisses you there, then up behind your ear, then back down again.

"Hmm, are you blaming me?" you ask, setting one hand on his back and another on his neck, bringing your hand up into his hair.

"Oh, yes," he mumbles against your skin, "It's completely your fault I can't get enough of you."

You laugh now, but his movements feel so good. He puts one hand underneath your shirt, which makes you reach down and stop him.

"Baby, we can't do this in here," you warn him.

"Right," he agrees, but does not move back or take his hands off of you whatsoever, "Let's skip breakfast. There's something else I would like to eat."

You gasp at his words, then giggle. He reaches around and grabs your butt, then picks you up off the counter. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he does this. He keeps one hand on your ass and another around your back as he starts toward the stairs, keeping his lips on any part of your body he can reach.

"Don't drop me," you tell him as he starts up the stairs.

He removes his lips from your cheek and looks at you, an expression you've never seen before.

"Have I ever?"

You shake your head at him, and then smile. He grins and then continues his work with his mouth, still working his way up the stairs and into your bedroom.

You and Rafe get out of bed after a while and take a shower together in your bathroom. He messes with you by turning the water cold every time you look away from him, which makes you shriek every time. He always laughs and wraps his warm body around you to shield you until the water get hot again, which is honestly why he does it. You two had planned to leave the island at eleven, but with Rafe's shenanigans and the lengthy shower the two of you took, it's nearly one when you two finally hop in Rafe's truck.

You two planned just to make the drive today, and then tomorrow you would go look at the school. The drive takes about eight hours, and you offered to pay Rafe gas money, but he politely told you hell no.

The entire drive, Rafe keeps one hand on your leg. Or in your hand. Or anywhere on your body he really pleases. You don't mind one single bit. He talks to you more about the school, and makes you promise that if you fall in love with it, that you'll go and won't let him be the one that holds you back.

And you feel so grateful to be with him when he says that. You know a lot of girls who follow their boyfriends to college, or girls whose boyfriends become freaks when they go off to a different school. You know Rafe would never be like those guys, which is why you're confident that you'll make the right decision for yourself.

The drive goes by fairly quickly, at least for you, because you fall asleep for about three hours. Rafe turns the radio off when you fall asleep so it won't wake you up, but he still lets his hand stroke up and down your leg gently. He laughs at the idea of taking another picture of you while you're asleep, and ends up snapping one quickly. This time, however, he decides not to tell you about it. He doesn't want you deleting them from his phone when he's not looking.

"Baby," he whispers once you arrive, "Baby girl. Wake up."

You open your eyes and feel his hand on your leg, then take note of where you are. It's dark out and the truck is parked in the lot of your hotel. You look over and see your boyfriend, a soft and gentle expression on his face.

"Hey," he greets you, his voice quiet.

"Shit," you swear, "Sorry. We're here?"

He laughs lightly and nods his head, "I'll go check us in, then we'll get something to eat."

You mumble out an 'okay', wiping the sleep from your eyes. Rafe left his phone in the truck, so you smirk and grab it, unlocking it and holding it down in case he looks to you through the window. You open up his photos, determined to change your contact picture back to what it was before, when you see the most recent one of you asleep in the passenger seat. He had taken it two hours ago. You laugh and shake your head, but don't delete either picture because you know Rafe loves them.

You change your contact picture back, then shove his phone back in the console as you see him walking back out to the truck.

"All right, come on," he says as he pulls open the door for you, holding out his hand to help you hop out.

He leads you around to the back of the truck and removes both of your bags, carrying them in one hand and your hand in the other. He allows you to walk through the front door of the hotel first, not letting go of your hand as he does so. He then leads you down through the lobby and then down a few hallways, finally stopping as you reach your room. He opens the door up and holds it open for you to enter first, then follows behind and closes it.

"Nice place," you observe, looking at the king size bed and the up-to-date bathroom.

"Yeah, it is," Rafe agrees, "Bed's gonna be my favorite part."

You smirk at him as he comes to stand in front of you, bringing one hand up to your face and pulling your hair away. He leans down and gives you a kiss, then another, then another.

"Can we cuddle a bit before we go eat?" Rafe asks you, and even though it's already nine o'clock, you nod.

He grins at you and drags you back on the bed with him, pushing the covers back and pulling them over the two of you. He presses you into him, wrapping both of his arms around you and keeping you close. It's not long before he sinks down and puts his head on your chest, wanting you to play with his hair like you always do. You do as he wishes, rubbing one hand on his upper back and another through his hair. He hums happily, so pleased to be here with you.

"Is this what it will be like when I come to visit you?" he asks quietly, leaving a little kiss on your chest.

"Absolutely," you tell him.

You're doing your best to settle every little bit of anxiety Rafe has about you leaving. You want him to be completely confident that you love him and want to be with him, regardless of whether or not you're a mile away.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles when you start to scratch his back, "I am so in love with you."

You smile widely and reach down, grabbing his hand. You bring it up and leave a kiss on his knuckles.

"I love you right back," you tell him, feeling him smile against your chest.

You continue scratching Rafe's back, smiling contently every time he hums with satisfaction. After a while, he stops humming, and you're afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Baby," you speak lightly, "You still with me?"

"Always," he mumbles back, but you can tell he's fading.

You lean down and kiss the top of his head, stroking his hair again.

"Why don't we go eat, and then we can come back and continue."

Rafe groans, not wanting to eat, but knowing you need to. He should as well, since you two haven't eaten since you stopped for a quick bite on the road.

"Okay," he grumbles, sitting up and giving you a kiss, "Let me change my shirt."

He's in some random OBX t-shirt, and you aren't sure why he wants to change, but when you picture him in your favorite long sleeve dress shirt, you almost start to drool.

"Let me pick it out!" you jump up, scaring Rafe at your excitement.

"Okay, babe," he laughs at you, pointing to his bag.

You're not even sure he brought that shirt, in fact, he probably didn't, but you'll still get to pick out what he wears. And given the amount of times Rafe has done that to you, you think it's your turn now.

You open up his duffle bag and start looking through the clothes he packed, your eyes finally settling on the shirt you had imagined. It's a long sleeve blue button down with black stripes going horizontally and vertically that make little squares. You love Rafe in this shirt, but you also love the memory that goes with it. Rafe wore this the first time he ever told you he loved you.

"I knew you'd pick that one," he grins at you when he sees you holding it, "I brought it because you love it."

You look over at him and give him the puppy dog eyes, swearing you could cry. This sweet boy is all yours, and you couldn't help but feel insanely lucky as your heart swells. You don't speak, nothing you can say will express how he makes you feel, so you hold it out as you walk over to him. He takes off his shirt as he watches you, then takes the shirt from your hand once you're close enough.

"So handsome," you tell him as you watch him button it up.

"Thank you, baby," he smiles at you.

Once his shirt is buttoned, he grabs your hand and pulls you out the door. You both realize once you get to the truck that it's super late and most restaurants are probably closed by now. Rafe asks you if you want to go to the first place you find, which you agree to.

He drives to the area in town where most of the students go, places he knows will still be open. You both spy a place that looks like a bar and grill, so Rafe pulls in and parks the car. He rushes around the truck and opens the door, taking your hand and leading you inside once he locks the truck.

You enter the restaurant and look around. It's more crowded than you expected, but neither of you really mind. Rafe sets his hand on your back and leads you over to a table. You keep your head down while Rafe looks around, observing everything. He pulls your chair out for you and pushes you in, and as he's walking around to his seat, he stops.

"For fuck's sake," he mutters.

You look up at him, confused, and follow his eyes across the restaurant, over to the bar. At first, you don't see anything out of the ordinary. You start to speak, and then you see the boy. Will. The guy from the fateful dinner that ultimately helped Rafe and your father bond. It wasn't a night you loved to remember, but it had its moments. You had completely forgotten that he attends USC, but you never would've dreamed you guys would run into him.

"Honey," you say gently, reaching out and setting your hand on Rafe's arm, "Relax, okay? Just sit down."

Rafe stares at Will for another few seconds, then looks down at your little hand on his arm and obeys you. You don't even bother glancing at Will, because you don't need to. He would be the stupidest guy in the world to come over here after what Rafe almost did to him at dinner.

You watch as your boyfriend sits, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to breathe through his anger. You reach out and grab his hand off of his face, holding it in your own and giving him a gentle smile to comfort him.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" you ask him softly.

He shakes his head, "No. No, baby, it's fine. Let's just eat and get out of here, yeah?"

You nod and hand him a menu, but keep your hand in his. He's squeezing it, so you know he doesn't want you to let go. You waiter comes over to collect your drink order. You order a water and assume Rafe will get the same, but he orders alcohol instead. He doesn't even flinch when he shows the waiter his fake ID.

"Thanks, man," Rafe mutters to the waiter as he walks away. You take a deep breath, mad that your evening with him has been ruined by some asshole at the bar.

"So," you start, not addressing Rafe's drink, "You got much going on with your dad this week?"

Rafe shrugs, staring down at the table like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

When he doesn't speak, you sigh and reach out, taking both of his hands in yours this time.

"Rafe," you start, watching him look up at you, "Please don't get like this, okay? Just let it go. I want to have fun with you."

Rafe sighs and nods his head, then brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, the same way you had to him in the hotel room.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I bet half those guys at the bar are assholes anyway. Consider it forgotten."

He gives you a cheesy smile just to prove he's not going to think about it anymore, which makes you smile back. He starts chatting with you about what his dad has him working on, and confides in you about how he really just wants to do well for him. The waiter brings Rafe's drink from the bar, which he barely touches as you sit. The food comes out and Rafe continues to steal off of your plate, using the defense that you never finish your food anyway. You pretend to be mad at him but truthfully, you couldn't be happier. And you're thankful that his glass sits full on the table, because Rafe never has just one drink.

Rafe throws his napkin down on his plate as he finishes, then reaches out and opens his hand on the table, signaling that he wants yours. You give it to him and watch as his large hand closes around your small one.

"You know," he tells you, a smirk on his face, "I can't wait to put a fatass fucking diamond on this finger."

His thumb grazes over your ring finger on your left hand, making butterflies erupt all in your stomach. You two had discussed marriage only as an option for way down the line, but the way he looks at you now, you almost wonder if he's thinking differently.

"Marriage already?"

Your eyes close at the voice, because unfortunately, you already know who is belongs to. He's standing behind Rafe, and you're not quite sure how you hadn't seen him, but he looks drunk as can be. You look to Rafe now, who's expression has hardened.

"Rafe-" you say quietly, groaning as he ignores you and lets go of your hand, then stands up.

"Excuse me?" Rafe turns around to look at Will. You can tell by how tense he is that he doesn't need to be pushed very far.

"Just saying, dude," Will laughs, then stumbles a bit to the side, "She's gonna meet a lot of guys in college. You know, guys who want to make their own living."

You stand when Will finishes his sentence, stepping over beside Rafe and wrapping both your arms around one of his. You're hoping if you hold onto him enough, he won't risk hurting you by punching the shit out of Will. Not that he doesn't deserve it. Will glances over at you, which Rafe objects to right away.

"Don't fucking look at her," Rafe snaps, "You really don't want to go there with me."

Will takes one step forward, smirking, "You have no idea what I want, dick."

"You know, I really recommend you move five feet back," Rafe warns him. His arm is tense in your grip, almost like he doesn't care if you're there or not.

"Or what, tough guy?" Will asks, stumbling forward, closer to the two of you.

Rafe scoffs, then turns to you and grabs your shoulders, pushing you off of him and trying to move you away.

"Rafe, please, don't," you say. He won't look at you, he just wants you far enough away that you can't get caught between them.

"Rafe," you repeat, reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him down to meet your eyes, "You're better than him. Let's just leave, all right?"

"Baby, just let me-"

"No," your voice is stern, "I mean it, Rafe. You hit him, and we're going home."

As angry as he is, he doesn't want to ruin your whole college trip by punching some douchebag in the face. He takes note of the look in your eyes, how serious you are, and nods slowly.

"What? That's it?" Will laughs, and Rafe tightens his grip on your shoulders.

"I'm going to settle the bill," Rafe tells you.

You nod as he removes his hands from you, stepping back over to the table and throwing some bills down on it. You pretend not to notice as he grabs his drink from earlier and downs it. He wipes his mouth, ignoring Will, who calls him a pussy. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then steps back over to you and grabs onto the back of your neck, possessively leading you out of the restaurant.

"Get in the truck," he demands, holding the door open for you.

"Rafe-" you try, but he cuts you off.

"Get in the damn truck, Y/N."

You nod your head slowly and do as you're told, flinching when he slams the door behind you.

He doesn't speak on the ride back to the hotel and neither do you. You want to tell him you love him and you're proud of him and you appreciate what he had done back there, but you don't. You don't question him when he pulls into the parking lot of the first liquor store he sees, and you don't say a word when he gets back into the truck with a brown bag in his hand. He puts the bag in the center console and closes it, then continues with the drive.

When you get back to the hotel, he grabs the bag from the console and then hops out, hurrying around to your side to get you from the truck. He holds out his free hand for you, and thankfully, he doesn't let go once you're out. He leads you into the building and to your room, holding the door open for you. You thank him quietly, but he does not respond.

Once you're back in the room, Rafe sits down on the bed and puts his head in his hands. You step over to your bag and pull out a change of clothes, which just so happens to be Rafe's shirt and shorts. Silently, you step into the bathroom and change, taking a moment before you go back out.

Rafe is sitting on the bed with a bottle in his hand, of what you're not sure. He presses it up to his lips and takes a long sip, then makes a face as it goes down.

"Rafe," you speak, your voice uneven. You step to him as he looks up at you, eyes softening as he sees you in his shirt.

He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, and before he can even invite you, you wiggle your way into his lap, straddling him, throwing your arms around his back. He grabs onto you just as tight, one hand around your back and another on your butt. You hug him for a while, bringing one hand up to stroke the back of his neck and soothe him. You hear his breathing start to slow, telling you he's calming down.

After a bit, you pull yourself back to look at him. You stare into his eyes and rub your hands over his cheeks, just absolutely taking him all in. You give him a small kiss, a gentle one, but it's enough that you can taste the alcohol on his lips. You pull away after a second and look at him again.

"You understand that none of what he said is true, right?" you ask.

Rafe nods, but you can tell by his expression that he's not completely convinced.

"Rafe," you whisper, watching as his eyes well up and he looks away from you, "Baby. Please tell me you understand that."

Rafe looks down at your lap, at your legs on top of his, and you feel a tear hit your skin. You pull his chin up immediately and make him look at you. He tries to pull away, so you grab the sides of his face and hold him still.

"What if he's right, baby? What if you go off to fucking USC and you meet some guy who's actually in school and going somewhere and you decide I'm not what you want anymore?"

You shake your head immediately, your heart aching at the sight of how upset he is over this.

"That's not going to happen, honey. I love you. I want to be with you. And you're going to be visiting me so much that I won't even have time to meet other guys," you smile.

Rafe shakes his head, sniffling loudly and keeping his emotions in.

"That's not fair," he says quickly, "That wouldn't be fair of me. You deserve to be able to go out and meet other people."

"I'm not saying I won't do that, Rafe," your thumb brushes the line on his face where his tear had fallen, "I'm just saying that I want to do all of that with you."

He stares at you for a second, watching your expression to see if you really mean it. He takes a deep breath and nods, believing you. You hope that you both can just lay down and be together like you had been earlier, before you dreadfully told him you wanted dinner.

Rafe reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, glancing at it only slightly before he stands up, still holding you, and then spins around and sets you on the bed. He pulls his arms out from around you, and you instantly feel cold.

"I have to make a call," he tells you, wiping his face.

"What?" you look up at him, "To who?"

He reaches down and grabs the bottle on the nightstand beside you, then starts toward the door. He doesn't answer you, so you stand up.

"Rafe!" you yell after him.

He turns around and looks at you, giving you a small smile to tell you it's all okay.

"It's just a business call, babe. Stay here. I'll be back in a bit."

He turns and walks out the door, leaving you alone. You consider going after him, but decide to respect his space and his work, so you collapse down on the bed and flip on the TV. You lay in the exact same spot you had earlier with Rafe, when you two were cuddling. And you hope he hurries up, so you can finally get back to it.

Rafe's gone for so long, and you're so tired from everything, that you wind up dozing off. The TV is playing softly and the pillow are so comfortable that you fall asleep above the covers on the bed. The door to your hotel room slamming shut is what wakes you up. You turn around on the bed and see Rafe digging through his bag. You can only see his side profile, but you can tell his hair is totally messed up.

"Babe?" you say, your voice sleepy.

He closes his eyes and then turns to face you, making you sit up in the bed. His lip is bloody and his nose is bleeding. Your jaw falls open as you look at him, your eyes trailing down to his bloody knuckles.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" you raise your voice at him, standing up off the bed.

"I'm sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound like he means it. As you get closer to him, you can smell the alcohol stench radiating off his body.

"Who the fuck did you hit?" you snap at him.

He groans and turns back around, digging through his bag again. You wait for him to answer you, but he doesn't.

"What the hell are you looking for?" you say, your voice stern and loud.

"My fucking charger, Jesus!" he yells back at you, slamming his hand down on the table that his bag rests on, "How many goddamn questions are you going to ask?"

You instinctively step back when he starts to yell, crossing your arms over your chest as a way to protect yourself. He looks down after he sees you step back, knowing he's scared you.

"You can use mine," you speak after a minute, walking over and grabbing yours from the wall.

He takes it from your hand and plugs his phone in, keeping his back to you. You watch as he runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice," he finally speaks, quieter this time. He still hasn't turned around.

"It's okay," you say weakly, "Are you all right?"

He sighs, then turns around to look at you again. He stares at you, in his shirt, and thinks about how much he does not deserve you. How much he is not worthy to be loved by you. How he totally fucked up and let his anger get the best of him instead of staying in this hotel with you tonight. He knows he should never have left.

"I didn't have a business call," he admits, dodging your question.

"I figured that out," you reply. Your eyes shift down to the carpet as he admits he lied to you.

"I just..." Rafe starts, beginning to pace around the room, "I couldn't let that fucking asshole get away with it. Not again. He doesn't get to say shit like that-"

"Why does it bother you so much?" you interrupt, your eyes following him as he paces.

"Because-" he says, but stops himself.

You stand there, raised eyebrow and arms crossed, staring at him.

"Because," he repeats, sighing, "I'm fucking crazy about you and I can't imagine myself being with anyone else. Like ever. So if you leave me, I mean, that's it. I'm done. And that fucking asshole's got me in here crying like a bitch in front of you-"

"Rafe," you stop him, stepping forward and placing both hands on his chest, "You're not a bitch for being upset. You're allowed to be upset, okay?"

He nods his head, relaxing under your touch. You bring one hand up to his lip, wiping away a bit of blood that lingers on his skin. He has blood pooled up under his nose, so you reach down and take his hand.

"Come on," you say softly, "Let's get you cleaned up."

He follows you to the bathroom and you tell him to sit on the counter, which he does without argument. You take a washcloth and wet it, then bring it up to his face. You hold his chin while you clean the blood from him, and he stares at you the entire time. He loves knowing you'll take care of him.

You remove the washcloth and run it under the water as he sits there, thinking you've finally decided what you want to say to address Rafe's feelings.

"I hope that you listen to me when I speak this time," you say, your voice harsher than you mean it to come out, "I am not going anywhere. I love you and this is the relationship I want to be in. But if you keep going out and punching every guy that looks at me the wrong way, we're going to start having problems."

You stare down at the washcloth in your hand. You don't have the guts to face him as you say this, not really knowing if you're mad or sad or just relieved he's okay. You see him nod out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says quietly, "You're the most important thing in the world to me and I don't want to jeopardize that."

You squeeze the washcloth and then bring it back up to his nose, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Then please, Rafe, knock this shit off."

He smiles, which scrunches the space you're trying to clean off.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks.

You smile softly, then bring the washcloth down and look at him. Even with beaten knuckles and a bloody face, he's still the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on.

"You're going to have to replace this shirt," you say, trying not to be upset that he got blood on the shirt you love so much.

"I will," he promises.

You know he thinks you're angry with him, but you decide to let him think that for a bit. You reach down and grab his hand, cleaning the blood from his knuckles. You excuse yourself for a moment and grab gauze from the first-aid kit in you room, then com back in and gently wrap it around his wound.

"And for the record," you start to speak, "The day you put that fatass fucking diamond on my finger, it's never coming off."

You don't look up at him, but you notice how he sits up as you say this, then listen as he laughs. When you finally bring your eyes up to his, he's grinning from ear to ear. He grabs your cheeks and pulls you in, kissing you with such intensity that you could melt right then and there.

"That's fucking right, baby," he says, pulling away to speak and then reconnecting your lips.

He leads the two of you out of the bathroom and to the bed, where you both collapse and finish what you started hours ago.

The next day after your campus tour of USC, you and Rafe walk hand-in-hand back to his truck. He's been making small talk the whole way about the dorms and the library, because he's too afraid to ask you if you liked the campus. He doesn't really want you moving eight hours away, although he'd never say that to you.

He opens the passenger door up for you once you reach the truck, then takes a deep breath as he walks over to the drivers side. He knows he has to ask you, he's just scared of the answer. You unlock your phone and start to reply to a text from your mom when Rafe climbs in. He doesn't start the truck, he just looks over at you.

The thought of you not being close to him absolutely scares the shit out of him. Sometimes he wonders if he loves you too much.

"So?" he asks, his voice unsteady.

You don't even look up from your phone, "What?"

"Babe, what did you think?"

You send the text to your mom, then look over at him. The look in his eyes makes you put your phone down, then reach over and grab his hand. He knows you loved it. He knows that's where you're going to go.

"I think I'm gonna like Chapel Hill a whole lot more."

His jaw practically falls open and he can't help but lean forward and kiss you.

"Thank god," he says against your lips, making you smile.

He kisses you for a while, just because he's so relieved he doesn't have to stop any time soon. He lets his hand fall down to your leg, and you grin as it gradually slides up.

"We should get home," you remind him after a bit. He sighs against your lips, leaving one more quick kiss with you before he sits back in his seat. He leave his hand where it is, though.

"You're probably right,"  he grumbles.

You stroke the bandage on his knuckles with your pointer finger, then hold your hand out and imagine what a ring would look like on you.

"Back to OBX," you say, more to yourself than to Rafe, "Where we belong."

"Damn right, baby."

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Keeping Faith (Having Faith Part 2)

A/N: Okay, so this is part two to the Having Faith mini-series. I hope you guys enjoy it. I know it took awhile for me to post, but there was quite a bit of editing to be done: adding, deleting, things like that. Enjoy! :)

Six months. Six months of searching and worrying and barely sleeping. Every night, Dean dreamt of her. Faith, the woman he loved in the lethal hands of Michael, the archangel. Every night, she died in his arms, just when he'd found her again, Michael killed her again and again, and Dean awoke in soaked sheets and the images replaying in his head.

Swallowing hard, he threw the blankets off and got up out of bed, turning his attention to the alarm clock, hidden behind several empty beer and whiskey bottles, and noted that it was only a little after two in the morning. He licked his lips and headed out of his room to the library, needing to get started again. He had to find her. Going without her was only sending him to an early grave.

Dean swallowed hard again, and was slightly surprised to see Sam awake, already reading up on angel lore, his laptop open with a police scanner on the screen. Dean smiled softly. Sam loved her too, they were practically siblings at this point. Sam always called her the smallest Winchester.

"Hey," Dean croaked, approaching the table where everybody's initials stared at him. The 'FD' mocked his pain, making his heart clench in his chest. He then forced his eyes to his brother. "Find anything?" he asked.

"Not yet, but I'm looking. I've got other hunters out, I've got Jody and Donna on the look out. It's like Michael's taken her underground or something. There's just nothing." Dean swallowed hard and looked at all the lore before shaking his head and sinking into a chair. "Dean.."

"We have to find her, Sam. It's been six months and there's been nothing." He looked at Sam, only to catch his eye. "Why'd she do it, man? How could she make that deal?"

"She did it for you, Dean," Sam said quietly. "Yea, and look at me now. Did she really think I'd be okay with her gone? That I could shrug the loss off and keep going like...." he shook his head and dropped his eyes to the floor. "No, but at least you have a chance to save her. Which is more than she would've had with you at the bottom of the ocean. Dean, she loved you. You were everything to her. And she knew I couldn't lose my brother."

Sam swallowed hard and ran his hands through his hair. "Dean, we will find her, I promise you. We won't stop til we do." Dean nodded and stood up, headed to the kitchen. He wasn't sure if he believed Sam or not, the images from his nightmares plaguing him once again. He rubbed his eyes as he set upon making him and Sam breakfast, because he needed to do something. Hearing the iron door open and close, he moved back to the library and saw Castiel decend the stairs. "Anything?" Dean asked, clenching his jaw. Castiel sighed and shook his head.

"Nothing. I'm sorry, Dean." The elder Winchester nodded and went to walk away before sweeping every book off the table and walking away. Sam jumped and closed his eyes for a moment as he listened to Dean's footsteps fade down the hallway. When the silence took over, Sam looked up at Cas who looked as sorrowful as he felt. "We have to find her, Cas, I'm not sure how much longer we have before Dean goes out looking and probably gets himself killed." The angel nodded and turned his blue eyes to the exit Dean took, then glanced back at Sam. "Sam, we will find Faith. I won't stop looking. Just don't lose-" "Faith? I'm hoping we haven't already." He leaned back against the table and folded his hands in front of him before looking at the laptop screen, at the police scanner that announced every day random violence, but nothing that concerned them in their current predicament.

It was then the iron door opened once more and a girl, bloodied and broken appeared, barely conscious. "Sam? Cas?" It was then she fell, her eyes falling closed. "Faith!" Sam called. Castiel disappeared and reappeared at the top of the stairs, catching the girl in his arms and looking down at her. He gently brushed the hair out of her face and looked down at Sam, with a nod. Sam took the stairs two at a time, meeting him at the top, an unconscious Faith in his arms. "We need to get her to the infirmary now!" he said and lifted the girl into his arms. "Go get Dean, I got her." Castiel nodded and took off in the other direction in search for the older Winchester. Sam laid the girl down carefully and started assessing her wounds, every now and then watching her face. He breathed heavily, unable to keep the hint of a smile off his face. "Don't worry, Faith, you're safe now."

"Faith?" Dean called, coming into view. Sam immediately backed away as Dean took his place, cupping her face in his hand and looking her over. "My god, what did he do to you?" he whispered, his breathing shaky. "What happened?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her, sliding his hand into hers. "There's no telling, Dean, she just walked in and passed out. Cas caught her," Sam said as he circled around to the other side of the bed. Dean nodded and leaned down, kissing her forehead tenderly, letting his lips linger for a moment before he kissed her again. "You're safe now, sweetheart. We're all here," Dean whispered, setting his hand on the top of her head and rubbing her forehead with his thumb. "You're gonna be okay," he whispered, afraid that she'd disappear before his eyes if he let go of her. A tear fell down his cheek as he was unable to believe she was here. She was home. "Sammy, clean her up, I'll be back."

"No, you should be here in case she wakes up. I'm gonna go make some calls," Sam told him and smiled down at Faith, then leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly as well. "Welcome home, sweetheart," he whispered to her before clapping Dean on the shoulder and leaving the room. Dean sat on the edge of the bed and started cleaning her wounds, making sure to be gentle as some were deeper and worse off than others. He shook his head and sighed when he heard his name.

"Dean?" a soft voice whispered, earning his attention. A smile crept across his lips as he locked eyes with the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen. "Hey, sweetheart. Shh, just get some rest. You're alright, now, you're safe." The girl gazed up at him and let the tears fall, her breathing shaky as her grip on his hand tightened. "I'm home?" she asked, her voice just a whisper. "You're home, Faith. Right where you belong," Dean told her and stroked her cheek with his free hand. Faith leaned into his touch and closed her eyes, holding his hand to her face. "Can you sit up?" he asked, earning a nod. He helped her to sit up and gently pulled her into his lap, cradling her head to his chest, rocking her back and forth. "I gotcha, sweetheart, and I'm never letting you go again," he told her, kissing the top of her head before setting his chin there.

He let her cry, and just held her, whispering reassurances to her to keep her calm and remind her that he was there beside her, never to let her go again. Faith buried her face in his neck, clenching his jacket in her fist, her knuckles white as she cried. It was an hour before she'd cried herself back to sleep in Dean's arms, but Dean couldn't bare to part with her as he watched her sleep so peacefully in his arms. He kissed her forehead tenderly once more and glanced up when Sam came into the room, swallowing hard. "She okay?" he asked, quietly. Dean shook his head and glanced down at her, then set his chin back on top of her head.

"Doubt it. She's resting, but..." Dean glanced down at Faith, who had started whimpering. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm here. You're safe, I promise," he whispered and kissed her forehead once more. Licking his lips, he turned his eyes back to his brother. "I don't know what Michael did to her, but I will find out.." "Dean, you should stay here. When she wakes up, she'll need you. We'll worry about Michael later," Sam said, his eyes falling back to Faith as he sighed. "She doesn't look good. Almost skeletal," he said, swallowing hard. Dean swallowed hard as he turned his eyes to his brother.

"Sammy, go make her something to eat, would you? Maybe something light. Who knows how long it's been since she last ate, I don't wanna overdo it," he said and clenched his jaw. Sam nodded and watched the two of them together, then left the room. Dean took her hand into his and stroked the top with his thumb. Bruises littered her skin from head to toe and it only made Dean angrier at the archangel responsible.

"I promise you, sweetheart, I will make him pay. If it's the last god forsaken thing I do, I will make him pay. As long as you come back to me. I don't know what you went through with him, I'm not sure it'd do me any good to know, but I need you to come back to me. I will help you through it, I swear. No matter how deep the scars are or how long it takes, I will help you get through all of it. You've always been there to help me through the crap, Faith. The nightmares, all of it. Let me help you for once. Just come home and we'll get through it together." Dean swallowed hard as he watched her sleep, then kissed her forehead again.

It was a few days before Faith said a word to either of them. She spent most of her time sleeping or eating, mostly at Dean's request. She always ate as much as she could stomach, stopping at the slightest hint of queasiness. Dean didn't like it, but he acquiesced, biting his tongue. TWO WEEKS LATER

"Michael, no! Don't hurt them, take me!" Faith screamed, and turned over, arching her back before rolling back onto his side. "Please! Please, no! Dean, Sam! Take me!" she cried, a death grip on her pillow.

Lightbulbs exploded in her room and down the hall. Dean and Sam glanced at each other as the bunker rumbled, both of them bolting for her room. They both tried the knob, but the door didn't budge. Dean glanced at Sam and back at the door before counting to three, both of them delivering their strongest kicks, breaking the door down, each man taking a side of the bed. "Faith, sweetheart, wake up!" Dean called, taking her wrists and pinning them down. Faith's eyes opened, a glowing blue, and before Dean could resist, he went flying outside the room against the wall. "Castiel!" Sam called. The angel appeared and placed two fingers to her forehead, knocking her out completely, the room going silent.

"She'll sleep now." Sam moved to his brother and helped him to his feet, both of them moving towards her bed. Dean clenched his jaw as he watched her. He didn't blame her. He had no idea the Hell Michael had inflicted on her, in more ways than one. But it had obviously left scars that he couldn't heal in a matter of hours of her return. Glancing up at Castiel, he breathed deeply.

"Tell me you found him," Dean growled, his whole being shaking in fury. Castiel sighed, his eyes still on Faith's sleeping form. "I haven't. He's disappeared, Dean, completely." "We have to find him, we have to dream root her head, something. She can't keep going like this. We have no idea what he did to her, and we can't help her until we figure it out," he shouted, swallowing hard. "I can't leave her like this, I won't." Sam licked his lips and sat on the edge of the bed, and wiped his hand over his face.

"Maybe we should use dream root. Ask her straight out," Sam suggested, then turned and looked at his brother. "Okay, then that's what we'll do," Dean replied, swallowing thickly. He turned his eyes back to his sleeping girlfriend and breathed deeply. Both of them glanced at Castiel. "Are you coming with us?" Dean asked. Castiel glanced at Dean, then at Sam, then at Faith. "No, you two should do this. You're her boys, her family. I'll stay here and keep watch. If she got away without him knowing, he could be looking for her." Both boys glanced at each other and back down at the sleeping girl. "If he is, it doesn't matter. He's not taking her again," Dean growled, clenching his jaw. Sam sighed and nodded.

"Agreed." He stood up and moved to the door. "I'll go get the dream root. Dean, grab a couple strands of hair, I'll be back." Dean nodded and turned back to her, taking her hand into his. "We're gonna get you back, sweetheart, just stay with us, alright?" he asked, and stroked her cheek, then leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I should've found you sooner. Protected you. But, I'm here now, alright? I promise. I'm right here."

It was then Sam returned with two mugs of African dream root. Dean plucked two strands of brown hair from Faith's head and dropped a strand each into the dream root. He took one of Faith's hands, Sam, the other, and the two downed the dream root, laying beside her. Cas put two fingers to both Winchesters' heads and left the room, closing the door behind him.

A/N: Let me know how you liked it and if there should be a part three...I’m putting together of details right now, and could really use the help. Thank you!

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