Bullied by Why Don't We - The App [COMPLETED]

Chapter 19- he's protectiong me

This picture would have been perfect a couple chapters ago :( I'm gonna put it on here now anyways cause it's adorable.

Rachel pov:

Thankfully last night Zach left not long after I found him in the hallway and we cried it out. I think we both really needed it. We said a short akaward goodbye and he walked out the door.

Before he could even step off the porch I called out to him, "Zach wait!"

He instantly turned around and was right in front of me closer than before. "Yes?" He said quickly looking between my eyes.

I stared back at him lost in his brown eyes for a moment before I snapped myself out of it. " I-I was just wondering, how are you gonna get home? You drove my car here."

"Oh." He said almost sounding hurt. He looked over his shoulder real quick before looking back at me, "well I can just walk. It's not far."

"Are you sure?" I asked and his eyes snapped up to mine. I looked past him at the street, "it's really dark out," I said then brought my eyes back to him.

He shoved his hands into his front jean pockets and a smirk danced on his lips, "why? You worried about me or something?" He said taking a small step closer.

"No I just I... I guess, I just don't want you to get hurt." I rambled on feeling awkward because of the little space between us.

His smirk quickly changed to a small smile. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and put it on the side of my jaw and neck just below my ear. My heart instantly pick up its pace. Suddenly his touch had completely changed it was no longer sending signals of pain, but instead electricity shot through my body. It was the softest touch; nothing I had ever experienced with him before.

"This shouldn't be happening!" My brain was screaming, "this is such a cliche this can't be happening" my brain my have been screaming it but my body wasn't responding at all.

I'm not sure if I wanted this to happen? I mean not really we have a past, but who knows what the future holds...

He gently pulled me forward a little and I saw him pucker his pink lips. I closed my eye. Then I felt him kiss me on the forehead. It's not what I thought was going to happen, but it was nice. "Good what are you thinking!" I was internally yelling.

He kept his lips on my forehead for a few moments before he pulled away and I turned red as a tomato. He withdrew his hand and my neck became cold. He sent me wink and stepped back off of my porch.