My pain, my boy | E.G.D

ten; us

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selena's pov

"it's so different here." i said to ethan as we stood on his balcony.

he wrapped an arm around my waist, "well, maybe you could stay here."

we've been in la for week, i've been told by jack that i can't say anything about him nor ash to ethan or grayson.

i've spent the week at ethan's place, his enormous house. i kept getting lost!

"i wish but this is too much for me." i told him.

"why's that?" he asked.

"i'm not cut out for spot light like you are. i want a quiet like, even though that seems impossible to have with you." i smiled.

he pretended to be shocked, "i'm hurt!"

we both laughed, "i wish i could live like this. imagine that."

he kissed my forehead, "maybe, we could show you to the public in a few days?"

i raised my eyebrow, "are you sure that's a good idea? for either of us?"

he nodded, "it'll get rid of your anxiety."

"sure it would, ethan"

he's happy here, it's as if he left his old self in london; it was weird. there was zero anger.

i watched the sunset, every evening i watch it if i'm able to.

"it's beautiful." i stated, memorised by its beauty.

"just like you." ethan smiled.

i chuckled, "smooth."

"i know, right?" he kissed me again, and again, again.

the sun was gone. darkness surrounded us.

"you know, grayson's not in tonight, what if we...?" he asked.

i didn't say anything. i just grabbed his hand and led him to his room.

"i love you." i whispered in his ear.

he pushed me against the wall and... well i guess you get what happened next.

he was no longer a simple leader, he was an alpha.

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the sun was rising and peeking through the curtains. i stretched my hand along the bed and he was gone.

"classic." i whispered and smiled to myself.

i got out of bed and put on one of ethan's shirts. he wouldn't mind.

walking down the hall, i heard more than one voice.

"does she know?" a feminine voice asked.