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"Just take my hand and well, never let go because if we're together now, we'll be together then."

Mad didn't even cover it.

Angry, furious, fuming, enraged, seething, pissed, and add on a little annoyed aggravation in the form of a eighteen year old wannabe pop star and you had Joe Jonas.

After being seated at their table for the dinner before the show, Joe instantly noticed Marley's absence. He'd searched the room for her, making sure Daphne didn't go against his wishes by keeping her away from him.

No such luck. Time passed, dinner came, and she still wasn't there. He discretely slipped his phone from his pocket, typing her a quick message.

Marley pushed her face into the plush towel, wiping off the remnants of her face wash and all the makeup that's taken hours of work, sighing deeply when her phone buzzed across the counter.

"Bout time you realized I was gone." She mumbled to herself, taking in the sight of her red puffy eyes in the mirror, making the decision she didn't like this look on herself.

She picked up her phone, sliding her thumb across the screen and opening the message.

"Where r u?"

Her fingers clicked across the screen and she flicked off the lights in the bathroom before going and slipping into the bed.

Joe's phone buzzed in his pocket and he slipped it out.


Joe's eyebrows furrowed and he clenched his jaw.

He couldn't understand why she would do that. She was upset, he knew that. But she couldn't come sit next to him for a few hours while he had to sit through something he didn't even want to be at in the first place.

"Whatever, Marley."

The simple words stung her and she scowled at how he was just brushing her off. As much as she wanted to be with him, sitting around and watching some wannabe drool all over him while she sat simply forgotten and ignored off to the side wasn't exactly her idea of fun evening.

She curled up in the bed and stared at the gorgeous dress she'd pulled off her body when she walked in the door that now hung on a coat hanger on the top of the bedroom door. The tears came faster than she expected, the stress of everything finally getting to her.

Her body ached for comfort of any kind and she couldn't grasp it...her hands wrapped around her stomach and she coughed out sobs, slowly but surely exhausting herself.

Joe let his anger boil throughout the entire night. There was no stopping it, or holding it back. His jaw was clenched to the point where his teeth were starting to hurt and a massive headache was forming in his temples.

He didn't speak a word through dinner, but smiled when he had to when the cameras came around. The movie made no sense to him because he only saw bits and pieces. His thoughts were consumed by anything and everything that had to do with her. His mind mulled over the options that would have made this night better, but the only option he saw that as was letting Marley attach herself to his side and kiss her in front of everyone watching.

He frowned, knowing that wasn't possible and thinking about the things the press would put them through, the things they'd put her through.


He let the heavy door of the suite slam behind him as he walked into the room, seeing her shoes carelessly forgotten on the floor along with her small gold clutch and finally her dress hanging on the door.

He sighed, loosening his tie and slipping it from his neck as he walked into the bedroom. Her tired, moist eyes met his from her spot on his bed and his heart instantly dropped to his stomach, she looked so vulnerable and weak, and dejected. He thought about his loud entrance to their room, knowing him must have woken her up due to the sleepiness pulling at her features.

He averted his eyes from her and shrugged off his suit jacket, hanging it on the back of the arm chair in the corner.

"Why'd you leave?" He asked, as he busied himself with his belt buckle, finding it much easier to question her when he didn't have to look at her.

"It's pretty obvious I didn't belong, Joe." Her raspy voice confirmed his suspensions of waking her up and also that she had been crying, which sent a sharp pang through his heart as he pushed his pants down his legs.

"You belong with me." He said softly, beginning to unbutton his shirt and trying to make her understand that he wanted her wherever he was.

"Because we would have been so together if I would've stayed there." The sudden bitterness in her voice caught him off guard and he turned around as he slipped the shirt from his shoulders.

"And what do you want me to do about that, Marley?" He asked, his anger seeping into his words.

He took in the sight of her and lost all his breath, while she was previously covered up, the new anger that rose in her, provoked her to sit up and she held her hand to her chest that held the edge of the thick comforter, keeping her covered but still exposing her bare back. He figured she didn't get dressed again after taking her dress off and his focus was gone. But, one look at her furrowed, unhappy face and he was snapped back.

"You're a big boy, Joe...Don't you think it's time to make your own decisions?"

He let out a harsh, humorless laugh, "Yeah, but I have to make sure I make the right ones to keep the band afloat."

She felt like she'd been slapped. Was that a stab at her? Was he calling her a mistake, or a weapon in the process of ripping the band apart...because she was his girlfriend?

Her lip trembled and she let out a breathy sob of unbelief before slowly sinking back into the pillows, turning her back to him and curling into herself, letting the tears come again.

Joe wanted to smack the mouth off of his face. Why would he say that to her? It was an obvious stab to make her angry, so he'd have the upper hand in the argument but now it was said, he wanted to take it back, it wasn't worth it. Her crying at his doing was never worth it and the guilt and hurt for her burned in his chest.

Her body shook under the plush comforter every time a sob escaped her and he silently watched her for a few moments, sorting out his options.

He wasted no time in making his way to the bed, now clad in only his boxer briefs, and he lifted the covers, slipping in next to her, his hand carefully tracing down her side to settle on her boy short covered hip while he scooted closer behind her.

"Baby." He whispered once his lips were at her ear. "I didn't mean it. I'm stupid. I'm so stupid, and I'm sorry. I just-I've been so-" He groaned in frustration, not being able to find the correct words and resorted to just holding her while she cried, whispering soft apologies to her.

It felt so good to be close to him again, even if she was mad, even if he'd hurt her, she needed him, and she loved him, and that wouldn't change.

Turning over, she pressed her bare chest into his and watched his eyes slip closed at the feeling. The tears refused to stop as she stared up at the face that never failed to give her the love she needed and when his eyes opened again her heart sped up at the emotions they carried.

"I-I don't wanna fight anymore." She choked out.

He pressed his forehead against hers, keeping their eyes focused on eachother. "I'm only here for a few more hours and I don't want to waste them being angry with you." She whispered.

"Me either." He spoke against her lips, grateful that one of them could push their anger aside and calm the both of them down, talking sense into each of their minds.

"I love you." She pecked his lips, sliding her arms around him and feeling the goosebumps rise on his smooth skin.

His lips couldn't wait and he leaned forward slightly, blanketing his lips over hers, sliding his hands around her back and softly assuring his love for her in her ear as she broke from the kiss to find the sweet spot on his neck.

And once again, their problems were merely buried under apologies and kisses, and no where near being solved.
Chapter End Notes:
Song: Not a Second To Waste - A Rocket To The Moon.
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