Hell - Bent

Katie's POV:

I shudder involuntarily as a gust of wind knocks into my petit frame, sending shocks of energy through my nervous system. I cross my arms tightly across my chest, hoping to preserve my warmth for as long as possible, all the while huffing to keep up with Andy and his long legs.

As if noticing my delay, my boyfriend stops and glances at my shivering body, before he promptly strips off his leather jacket and drapes it over my shoulders before I can even protest. For a minute, I simply relish in Andy's body heat, as well as the fact that his jacket practically slips from my shoulders. I don't know what it is about wearing a boy's clothes that just makes my heart melt.

Andy chuckles and pulls me closer, running a hand absentmindedly up and down my arm soothingly. "Warmer yet?" He teases, still mocking me from my horrible decision in not bringing a coat. How the hell am I supposed to know that LA would get so windy?

I ignore him and simply huddle closer into his side as we near the designated building. I'm a little nervous for our impending interview, which surprises me. Since joining the modelling world, I have had to do countless interviews and appear in many photoshoots, but not once have I felt tis nervous or anxious. Hell, my job for a living is me prancing down a runway in skimpy underwear for Victoria's Secret. So, why is this scaring the living daylights out of me?

Maybe its because i'm with Andy. Not that I'm embarrassed by him, no not even for a moment. It's just, our relationship up until now has been quite private and calm, with the media having rare footage of us to even spread. But by agreeing to do this interview, we are practically begging or attention, even if it isn't the good kind.

Andy sweetly holds the door for me as I step through, and I immediately pull him to the side, hopefully away from any prying eyes. Our interview is scheduled to be in a somewhat secluded location, with it only being a magazine interview, and therefore at the publisher's office.

When we're somewhat hidden, I don't hesitate to hastily press my lips to his, ad he quickly responds, wrapping me up in his strong arms and pulling me close. The kiss is nothing but sweet and soft, just a simply kiss that declares our feelings and worries perfectly. At the end, Andy leans our foreheads together as our breaths mingle as one.

"I love you," he whispers, pecking my forehead once more.

"I love you," I respond, snuggling up against his lean chest, listening intently to his heartbeat in an attempt to steady mine.

"Hey," he pulls me away a little bit, "why are you so worried? It's just an interview, basically just talking to someone about our life. You've got this Kate."

I nod, chewing at my lip, "but we're essentially explaining to the media about our life! About our relationship and our passions. That just feels way too personal and intimate. I mean, after this, we'r no longer just u. We'll have to face the media constantly stalking our every move and such," I explain, feeling my cheeks flush.

Andy chuckles at my rambling and pulls me once again to his chest, "don't worry, abby. This won't change us, I promise."

I nod, kissing his chest softly as he interlaces our fingers and we walk towards the elevator, hand-in-hand.

Notes

short chapter, but I'm still trying to rethink a plot for this one, don't worry guys! I have not given up quite yet!