With the Lights Off...

(56): Where You Belong

*So, not much commentary on the last chapter. I'm beginning to worry. HAHA. still, thanks for reading it. I am currently trying to lose my fat rolls while eating jar after jar of Nutella and peanut butter. I'll probably lose them in the next millenium. Wish me luck HAHA. Love you guys. Anyway, I'm aiming for bodies like Briana Evigan's or Alexandra Daddario's. Kiss kiss you guys :* honestly, love you! Title is from The Weeknd's song

Ian's POV

"I know you've been hurt by someone else, I could tell by the way you carry yourself..."

I open my eyes as soon as the hot streams of the sun hit my eyelids. I yawn quietly, feeling Nina's head resting on my chest. I looked down at her and sighed, loving how quiet and peaceful she looked. I tried my best to move without bothering her, she could do with a couple more hours. I pulled my arm out from under her head, causing her to fidget a little and move. I bit my lip in concentration and focused on moving without accidentally kicking her. I managed to sit up without bothering her. I yawned again and ran my hand through my hair, grabbing my alarming phone. It was Take Care by Drake, but a cover by Florence + The Machine.

I stood up from the bed and pulled the blanket down until her waist. I almost forgot that she was completely naked under it. I bent down to kiss her shoulder softly and put on my sweatpants. I opened the doors to the balcony, walked outside, and closed them immediately.

I had six missed calls from Ian Connor Halter... and the other Ian Connor Halter. They both left me one message each. Adrian and Damian.

I licked my lips and listened to Adrian's first.

"So, I heard from Claudia that you and Nina are in Canada or something. I know it's not my place to call you out on that so I'm not gonna. Anyway, I just wanted you to know that Damian is all for it now. It took a lot more convincing that I'm used to, but he wants to bring Nicky Hilton down. He can't stand knowing that Lane is out there with some other guy, being embarrassingly unhappy because Trish hauled him into this. I don't know exactly how things are going to pan out, but I swear I'll try to work it out. Trish might just give in. She loves Damian way too much to get in the way of his happiness. Anyway, have fun, you two. Claudia told me not to be a killjoy, so I'm going to stop now. Take care, okay? Bye."

I chewed on the inside of my cheek and listened to Damian's.

"Hey Ian. I know, what am I doing calling a guy I hate. Well, I changed my mind. I don't hate you. I hate what I thought you did to Trish. Now that I know that's out of the way, I want to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I said and I'm sorry for being a part of this mess. I heard that you're in Canada. Lane's there too, you know. And she's with this doctor guy who took care of Trish while she was in rehab there. I know it's not your problem, but I couldn't stop myself. I don't want to keep going like this, Ian. I'm heading over to talk to Trish. She never told me what Nicky Hilton had on her, but I'm going to find out. I just want you to know what she had on me. She told me that if I ever tried to say no to her plan, she would find a way to get Lane unemployed. I couldn't tell her either. Lane works at a Hilton hotel in San Francisco. Nicky knew that. She's twisted, but I know she will do it if ever she found out that I was screwing her over. I really do hope whatever you're planning works out. God knows we all need it to."

Nicky Hilton, goddamit when will this woman stop. Can't she find anything better to do anymore? She used to be... she used to be amazingly sweet and sane. What could have happened to her?

As soon as I was about to turn off my phone, it began ringing. I looked back at the screen and found Trish calling me.

I bit my lip and hesitated at first, until I sighed heavily and answered the call. "Hello?"