Fault 2 // Denis Stoff

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"Would it be weird if I said I enjoyed that?" I blushed, that kiss was amazing.

The happiness that sparked through me made me realise, I still love him. I don't want to hide it anymore. Fuck, that was quick.

"Nah, it'd be great. I've wanted to do that for so long." He grinned down at me.

"Can I ask you something?"

I nodded. "Sure."

"Do you have feelings for me?"

It took me a moment, but I nodded. "Yeah, well kinda. God that sounds weird."

His eyes lit up, he looked happy, and so did I.

"But," I interrupted. "If anything does happen, I want to take things slow."

He nodded understandingly. "I don't mind. I'm just glad you finally admitted it."

"I'm kinda scared." I chuckled.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't know. I'm just afraid I'll get my feelings hurt again." I shrugged. "Plus there's a kid involved this time around."

"I promise you, I'll never let you down again." He said sincerely, "going two years without you was hard enough."

I blushed. Pecking his lips. "I missed you."

"I missed you too babe." He smirked.

"Babe? Already?" I giggled.

"Hush." He groaned, "Why don't you get changed and we meet the guys at the bar?"

I nodded and smiled. "Sure."

After I got ready, wearing a causal outfit (picture above) Denis and I left.

We reached the bar and eventually found the guys, who were severely pissed.

"Lovebirds!"

"Otp!" Ben slurred.

I frowned and chuckled, sitting down beside Denis. "Otp?"

"One true pair" Ben said, giggling like a school girl.

"Cringing." I groaned.

"You want a drink?" Denis asked, his arm wrapped around me.

I nodded. "Red bull and vodka please."

"Be right back." He grinned, kissing my cheek. He left to go order our drinks, leaving me with the guys.

Who were all looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Are you two actually together? Or is it fake?"

"Why would you think that?" I giggled.

"Because ever since Denis had that meeting before tour, you two have magically stopped hating each other." Sam chimed in.

"Oh" I smiled. "Strange right?"

"Spill the beans Lana."

"There is no beans to spill." I frowned.

To be quite honest I didn't even know if this was a fake relationship anymore.

"Hmmmm." James said, squinting his eyes at me. "Prove it."

"Prove it? How?" I chuckled.

"Kiss Denis as soon as he comes back."

"Too easy." I shrugged, "but fine. If that helps you guys believe."

"-Not just any kiss, it has to be a proper smooch." Cam said.

"If you say the word smooch ever again I will honestly die."

"Smooch smooch smooch!" They chanted, causing me to cringe.

"What?" Denis laughed, approaching our table.

I looked at the guys and laughed before standing up, taking my drink off Denis and kissing him passionately.

I pulled away and he looked shocked.

"Point proven." I chuckled, sitting back down.

"What point?" Denis asked, joining us at the table.

"They don't believe we're together." I shrugged, sipping on the strong beverage.

"W-what?" He chuckled.

"It's so obvious." Ben smirked, "you two actually hate each other, cmon just admit it!"

I looked at Denis, if they were gonna find out he'll be the one to explain this craziness.

"Fine." He huffed. "Management started saying lots of shit about us arguing and how it wasn't good for sales. If Lana didn't come on tour with me and pretend we were together I'd lose my place in AA. But, somehow we both kind of sorted things out- we're not together, but Lana and I are trying to get back to that."

"What the fuck? I hate management so much. I'm happy for you guys though." James smiled.

"Yeah, fuck them. At least you're not arguing anymore." Sam added.

"I guess." I smiled. "It's just all so crazy."

"I respect you for not ruining Denis's career, even though he's a little cunt sometimes." Ben snickered.

"I'm not a cunt!" Denis whined.

We all burst out in laughter, especially me. "Yeah sure."

He huffed. "Shut up."

"Awh." Cam cooed, "Is little den den sad?"

"You guys are so annoying." He laughed, sipping on his beer.

"Let's get out of here." Ben suggested, "I heard there's a club down the street, supposedly really good."

We all agreed and finished our drinks, Denis and I walking out hand in hand.

I was kind of unsure about the whole working 'us' out thing, but I'm sick of fighting.