without you there is no reason for my story.

[axel harrison shadows]

laying on his bed he hadn't moved much knowing he had been shitfaced last night pretty hard. he knew it was plastered all over the network already but he wasn't sure what it meant all together. he knew some of the girls were just fans that got into the party for being hot which to him was all good. he was trying to get his mind off a girl knowing most of the network before had been reporting about them being together. but now the question was being raised what happened to them, and well he knew exactly what it was. they never were an offical couple, and she knew that which was why axel wasn't sure why she was so heartbroken. he was a bad boy in general and wasn't to be trusted. hell even larissa knew that he didn't do relationship though the one way to piss axel off was just to straight up lie to his face. it wasn't that she was pregnant but more of she was just running around telling people she was a virgin. being a virgin is something to brag about though, loosing your virginity isn't something people down on you for. hell he knew she was probably going to look even worse now that she lied to people about being it.

his phone had been ringing off the hook from two major people. one being some college kid named kiegan who seemed to make it his business to get axel to talk to her. the other was larissa telling him to pull his head out of his ass. he wasn't picking up his phone and just let it ring off the hook before rolling off his bed and heading downstairs to his studio. he made his basement his studio when his band began to vibrate his house and break some things on the walls. the basement was at least soundproof, and didn't have anything to break in the least bit. walking down stairs he had a piano he never used and sat down on the bench before pulling off his sweatshirt and laying it down next to him. he learned long time ago how to play it was just the fact of putting it to use knowing he wasn't the time to really make love music or sappy music. but he'd figured he'd just sing and what he got knowing it wasn't going to be amazing but would have to see where it lead him. running his hands over the piano he slowly began to play a few keys before beginning to sing into the microphone hanging on the piano.

"your hazel green tint eyes watching every move i make. and the feelings of doubt is erased, i'll never feel alone with you by my side. you're the one , and you i confide more."


stopping his hands on the keys he stared up at the wall knowing one of the pictures from the hospital was on the television screen though his studio was complicated. it was a computer screen that he had a picture of him and her on, and that was it. his computer was high tech in so many ways that it wasn't anything. he knew that it wasn't something he wanted to admit, but he did think he might be in love with abby. but lying to him wasn't something he wanted but knew it just wasn't the same without talking to her in a while. he had been avoiding contact from her all together, though knowing she might leave him wasn't something he wanted. picking up his jacket he moved up the stairs before grabbing his car keys and heading to his car. he knew what he had to do to keep her in town and well he wanted her to stay. he wasn't going to let her go without a fight right? he stepped out of his house before getting pictures snapped at him and million of questions, he looked at them before walking to his car. he didn't answer any of them nor did he care to. he slid into the car and backed up into the street before speeding down the street he pulled up on the curb before stepping out of his car and headed to the front door. he banged on the front door before waiting knowing he was being impatient with things before he just wanted to get it done and over with before he began to regret it.

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[abigail marie dawson]

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A lot of people could say that they had been hurt, but they got over it within the next couple of days. People always said “oh I just got heart broken” but the always moved on quickly. Abigail, though – she way she felt was the true definition of heart break. She had truly been in love with Axel, and boy do I put a lot of emphasis on “love”. He had been her reason for breathing and living, to wake up in the morning. He was why she always smiled, why she felt so comfortable and so loved, and why she was still here. He was her reason of happiness. But don’t get that image of the two dating in your mind because they were not. Abigail was still in love with him though, even if they were not an official couple. Everyone had been asking why they did not date, why Abigail would not just be with him already. Axel did not want a relationship; that was why. He would much rather have fuck buddies then give it up for one girl. But as for Abigail – now she was heart broken and completely depressed. It felt like someone had ripped her heart right out of her chest, and just left one big hole there. Like all her emotions and energy had been drained from her spirit, and all that they left were tears for her to cry. She had not eaten, she had not had any sleep, but recently she was beginning to cry less and sleep. She would cry herself to sleep, waking up for about an hour or two and fall back asleep with tears left on her face to dry. It felt weird to be crying over only one person, and be crying because they no longer wanted you. She felt so numb, like there was nothing she could ever do to get him back. She had never meant to piss him off, to hurt him – she just did not want anyone knowing she was not a virgin. It was incredibly embarrassing for her, since she had promised her friends she would hold it, she had one of those virginity rings, and her family would be disappointed. Everyone made it like it was no big deal – but to Abigail, oh it was huge.

Abigail had been quite the hermit lately. She had been keeping contact, just keeping inside her home at the same time. She had not seen Hailee recently, or Larissa, not even Jaeda, Kiegan, Sawyer, Gavin, Shane, Izabel, not even Cosette. Though recently she had texted Rissa and seen her when she came over, the words – and I quote – “I feel like there is this one big hole inside of me. I can’t take it anymore” in the text that alarmed Larissa and made her immediately come over with Megan in hand. That was the most she had interacted in person so far that week. She still gave her famous Abigail smile and held Megan, though they still discussed her and Axel’s “problem” as well. After talking, both Larissa and Kiegan had been annoying the fuck out of Axel to either talk to her or get his head out of his ass and quit being such a douche. Personally, Abigail could not blame Axel for being pissed at her. She had straight up lied to his face, then tried to apologize and that seemed to only make the situation worse. She lay on her bed for the longest time, listening to song after song about love and being happy, though none of it seemed to be doing the trick in cheering her up. She had been trying to cheer up, though it was not working. Instead tears just rolled slowly one after another down her cheek. Sometimes she could not even remember what she was crying about, but within seconds the memory would return and it would just bring more tears. She knew she should have never even considered being with him, that she should have listened to Larissa and Jaeda and Hailee and just forgot him. But it was not that easy.

They all thought it was going to be so simple to get over him, to get over the feelings she had for the rock star. But no, I can tell you this right now – it was not going to be that simple. She really, truly did love him. Not in a friendly kind of way or sibling type of love, but I mean real love. But she had fallen for the wrong kind of guy. He was a rock star, and we all know what type of people that group can be. Heart breakers, bitches, sluts, whores, assholes, “douche bags”, people who just did not do relationships – and Abigail had fallen for such guys. She was a model, a professional model that was known world wide because of her body and beautiful smile and was a spokes person for many different clothing lines. Victoria’s Secret, David Jones, Elle, L.A.M.B, and several other lines. Well, three of those four she was spokes person for. Now it is only Victoria’s Secret, which seems to be giving her more fame then ever; especially after recently being signed as an Angel with Larissa, Cosette, Izabel, and several other models. The Angel had fallen for the bad boy, and so far only two emotions had come out of this – happiness and sadness and that was it. She was leaving for a photo shoot in six days and had been seriously considering moving to Boston, Massachusetts or Honolulu, Hawaii. She was not trying to escape fame or paparazzi, since they would be there with you for life. Instead she was attempting to get away from Axel, to get away from the memories they had together. A stack of pictures lay on the dresser beside her bed, pictures she had gone through time and time again.

They were pictures of him and her; pictures from the hospital, from times she had gone to see him, times they had just hung out somewhere, and just random pictures she herself had snapped of him when he was not looking. For the past two weeks or longer the question had always been asked about what was going on between them. Were they friends or more then that, were they dating or was it just an attraction they both refused to act on, was one feeling it while the other was not – those questions had been asked constantly. But now was the simple question – where was Abigail, what had happened, why did Axel no longer have her by his side, were they over. If you were to ask those questions in an interview, Abigail could answer them short and sweet. Were they friends or more then that – friends that were extremely close. Were they dating or was it just an attraction they both refused to act on – one of them was holding back. Was one feeling it while the other was not – no answer for that, you’ll just have to wait and see. And now for the questions that were being asked now. Where was Abigail – at home, refusing to come out and be bombarded by paparazzi. What had happened – things between them. Why did Axel no longer have her by his side – they just had not been in contact as much lately and had not met up. Were they over – no, because we were never together to begin with. Those were the answers that Abigail held, though refused to speak out and give them the answers the press so desperately wanted. You could always see the smile on their faces if they were asked about the other, but recently Abigail had not been out much and the smile on Axel’s face that was so famous when asked about Abigail was no longer there.

If you looked around Abigail’s house right now you would see some things still lying out while others were packed in boxes. Boxes labeled “clothes”, “gifts”, “pictures” and other things. Yes, Abigail was packing just in case she did decide to move. Downstairs by the door there was a box of pictures labeled “Axel & Abbi” that Larissa had given her last night. It was a box full of copies of pictures of Axel and Abigail at the hospital, and pictures the press had taken of them together, and pictures Abigail or Axel had taken of each other or the both of them together. It was obvious Larissa wanted Abigail to hold on to the memories that Abigail so desperately wanted to erase, but it seemed impossible. Everywhere she looked it was her and him. On the television, in pictures, on the internet, in speaking, you could hear about them in the gossip Axel’s fans talked about – the “couple” was everywhere. She sighed, the song Halo by Beyonce playing on her computer. She had been packing up the CDs she had, putting them in a box with the movies she had in there as well. As soon as the song stopped and went to switch to another song, she heard banging at her door. She clicked out of the music window, thoroughly confused as to who it could be since she had not invited anyone to come over. She walked down the stairs, wearing shorts and a small tank top. She walked to the door, moving the box that blocked it to the side before opening the door. As soon as she did though, she immediately wanted to shut it back. And you would never guess who was standing there in front of her.

It was Axel. Her heart pounded in her chest and she let out a deep breath, running her hand through her now blonde hair and sighing gently. She looked over his shoulder, making sure the press was not around before taking his hand gently and pulling him inside, shutting the door behind him and letting his hand go. She looked up at him for a second, standing in the short some what narrow “hallway”. It went on for about eight feet or so before splitting off, one opening leading to the living room and the other opening lead to the kitchen. Her house was rather big, it being about three or four stories high depending on if you counted the basement. She looked up for him a second, realizing just how narrow that hallway seemed with his large structure standing in it. If she had not been trying to keep her distance they would almost be touching chests. She closed her eyes and looked down for a second, then looked back up at him. What do you need, Axel? If you are here to start more shit then I am not in the mood for it – I’ve got packing to do. You’ve already hurt me enough – don’t you think coming over here to do more is just a little over the top? she said, bending down for a second and opening up the box Larissa had dropped off the day before yesterday and grabbing several pictures from it. If you looked at it you would know what the pictures were – her and Axel at the hospital. She left it open as the walked in to the living room, setting the pictures on the coffee table and walking back over to him before bending down again, closing the box and picking it up in her arms. So, what do you need now? she asked, looking up at him. The box was actually quite heavy, since it had tons of pictures in there. She leaned against the wall, waiting for him to answer. You could tell that she had not eaten recently, since she was a bit skinnier then she was the last time he had seen her. She had make-up on though, and the light coming from the living room shone right on her eyes, making them seem to gleam in the light. She bit her lip lightly, waiting for him to answer or leave because she had given him a bit of an attitude. Whichever one came first.

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POST STATUS complete. TAGGED FOR axel harrison shadowsss <3 WORD COUNT two zero two four without codes. BANNER me. TEMPLATE me. TEXT BANNER ritabee @ EMPTY HEARTS. MUSE warmness of the soul by avenged sevenfold NOTES finished. told you i had abbi/axel muse. haha.