Looking Up | Steve Mason & the Philadelphia Flyers |

My Guardian

Elle's POV-----

Another Monday night off spent inside my small apartment. Instead of watching TV or going for a walk through the city, I lay here and watch the raindrops race each other down my window. I sigh loudly as I think of the 2-week absence of Steve. We talked on the phone and texted during them but it's not nearly the same as having him beside me, keeping me sane.

The day after we got back from my parents, he headed home to see his friends and family. He asked me to come with him but I was too worried about leaving the bakery shorthanded- even though Aunt Kate said I should go. I'm so used to being on my own, but with Steve everything is easier to deal with- and now, without him, for the first time for so long, it's hitting me hard. In the past two weeks, my father fell again, and started sleeping even more. I can no longer find refuge in my dreams ever since the day John cornered me in the grocery store- my dreams have been tormenting me with the memories of him.

All of the sudden a memory from that night flickers into my brain and cripples me. I leap up from the couch and throw my hands against my head. I run into the bathroom and splash water against my face.

"Why am I acting like this?!" I say angrily to myself, "I should be over this! I need to be!"

I make my way back to the window and watch cars and people stroll through the drenched city. "C'mon Elle, stop thinking about it- about him. It was so long ago- forget about that night-" I say to myself before I am interrupted by a rapid knock on my door. My stomach drops; could it be John?- has he come to haunt my present as well? Did someone tell him where I am living?!

My heart drops as I open the door and see who is standing there.

"Steve!" I gasp excitedly as he immediately embraces me in a hug. The raindrops on his jacket soak into my shirt, but I could care less. The scent of his cologne makes my heart flutter wildly. "I missed you so much!" he whispers into my hair. I look up at him and smile, "I thought you weren't supposed to be here for another 3 days!"

"Well, I wasn't but G and Coots said they were in the city for a couple days so we made plans and I decided to surprise you!" he smiles down at me and then presses his lips against mine. He kicks the back of the door closed and moves us out of the doorway. "I missed your taste so much," Steve says in between heated kisses. I move my hands up from his soaked jacked to his dripping brown hair. He wraps his arms tightly around my waist and kisses me slower. I gnaw on his bottom lip as he moves his hand underneath the bottom of my shirt; his damp cold hands sting against my warm skin at first.

Steve holds me close to him and pushes me against a wall with his large body. I start to panic having a flashback from that night, but I quickly manage to clear it out of my head. We start to kiss each other even harder than before and I let a moan escape my lips. I walk my hands down to his neck and strip Steve out of his soggy jacket. His left hand crawls further up my back and places the other roughly behind my neck.

"You need to come with me when I go back home on Thursday- you just need to" he pants as he looks down at me with hungry eyes.

"Oh? I neeeed to?" I say with a smirk.

"Yes- I hate not having you around- plus I don't like you being alone here- it's not good for you- especially with what you're going throu-"

"What?" I cut him off and drop my hands. His words cut through me like a blade, making me feel more vulnerable than I already am. "I'm not your pity party- You- you can't just invite me along because you feel bad for me! I'm fine here! I'm used to being alone Steve- I can deal with this without your help!" I yell before I can even catch my words. He steps back from me with widened eyes.