T⃟W⃟E⃟N⃟T⃟Y⃟N⃟I⃟N⃟E⃟

                                    

                                          
"(Y/n)? Are you awake?" Hosuh knocks of the door. Having received no answer, he walks in only to see an extremely messy bed.
                          
Hosuh spots a familiar mop of chin length (h/c) hair. He shakes the body attached to it.
                          
"Is the house of fire?" I yawn sitting up.
                          
"No... I made breakfast and thought you might want some? You didn't eat dinner last night." Hosuh laughs.
                          
"Uh... yeah" I try to climb out of bed but Stephen rolls on top of me. Burying his face between my breasts.
                          
"Don't go (y/n)" he mutters in his sleep. Hosuhs face turns red with anger and he storms out of the room.
                          
"What's gotten into him?" I question as I carefully pull myself out of Stephens arms.
                          
I go into my closet and pull out an outfit I've been dying to wear but, haven't been because of my scars.
                          
"My my, you took my words into consideration." Stephen smirks from the bed.
                          
"Shut it! It's taking all my strength to not cover my arm with makeup." I cover my face.
                          
"I promise I'm not lying by saying you look absolutely beautiful right now." He kisses me softly.
                          
"Go get some clothes on Phe.  I don't think everyone needs to see you in boxers and a tank top." I push him out.
                          
"Oh fine." He laughs and goes back into Adams room, which I let him use.
                          
I walk into the dining room and all I hear are gasps and a plate breaking before I'm pulled into a hug.
                          
"(Y/n)! Your arms!" Dan gasps from above me.
                          
"Dan?" I squeak.
                          
"Yeah?" He whispers.
                          
"I can't breathe." I squeak even higher and he lets me go.
                          
"(N/n) when did this happen?" Dan holds one of my arms to his face and he occasionally kisses it.
                          
"Over the course of seven years..." I purse my lips not wanting to talk about it.
                          
"I'm sorry for not noticing." Dan sighs and holds me close to me, further confusing my feelings.
                          
Out of the corner of my eye I see Hosuh look absolutely pissed and leave to the balcony with a huff.