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Heartbroken	By : purplecandlelight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rasmus Views: 1190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Rasmus. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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**DISCLAIMER**
I do not own any of the members of The Rasmus; and hese events, to the best of my knowledge, have never happened. All original characters, including Anna, are of my own creation and belong solely to me.

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“I can’t belive you never knew” Lauri’s lips ghosted against mine as I found my back pressed against the door and his strong hands gripping at my waist.

“But, you never said. . .” my confused words silenced when his finger landed lightly on my trembling lips. His carnal gaze studied my features as that finger slowly traced the line of my lower lip. Those familiar green eyes spoke of everything, the years we’d known together, the trials we had supported each other through and the pent up desire that was threatening to erupt as his hand found its way back to my waist.

“Lauri.” my voice, a whisper that was quickly silenced as those moist lips landed against mine.

My eyes flew open and I quickly scanned the room.

“Ah shit.” I mumbled as I sat up on the couch where I had apparently fallen asleep earlier in the evening. Resting my elbows on my jean covered knees I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and held my head for a minute as I replayed the dream I had been so lost in only minutes ago. “You know you’re getting desperate when you start having dreams about your oldest friend” I mumbled to the empty room as I stood and slowly made my way into the kitchen. Still feeling slightly hazy over my dream I began rummaging through my cupboards in an almost desperate search for tea. Finally finding a box of tea bags I reached over the stove, turning one of the back burners on high and just as it clicked on the shrill sound of the phone cut through the silence of my apartment. A quick glance at the clock on the stove told me it was 2:45 am, “Hello?” my voice confused, bordering on annoyed as I answered.

“Hey Anna.” the far too chipper voice on the other end of the line replied.

“Eero? What’s up?”

“Well, um, I we thought we should give you a little warning. . .”

“Ok?”

“I think Lauri’s on his way over to see you.” Eero’s voice was steady, but from the background noise I could tell he was out, maybe at a bar.

“Why would I need warning for that?”

“He’s been drinking. . .and, he’s upset. He made some comment earlier about going to see you and he just up and disappeared a while ago.” Even over the noise of the obviously crowded bar I could hear the fine undercurrent of concern in Eero’s usually calm voice and it sent an eerie chill down my spine causing me to physically shudder as I sat my mug on the counter net to the warming pot.

“What’s got him so upset?”

“She left him, but. . .well”

“Eero?”

“It’s complicated Anna. . .” A loud banging from my front door gave me a start and drew my attention from Eero’s voice.

“I gotta go, he’s here. Thanks for the call Eero.” I hung up the phone without even waiting for a response and made my way to the door. It felt as though it took a million years to reach that white door and the sound of my bare feet scuffing across the wood floor was somehow deafening. Finally reaching the door, I placed my hand on the dead bolt, took a deep breath trying to push my dream from earlier out of my mind, and finally opened the door; on the other side I found one of the most heart breaking sights I’d ever seen. His small muscular soaking wet body was resting against the door way, head hanging, and as I watched the water slowly leech out of his soaked black beanie and travel in small trails down the side of his neck I found myself wondering when it had started raining and just how far had he walked. “Lauri?” my voice little more than a whisper, but still enough to raise his head, allowing me a glimpse into his pain as I took note of the dull expression in those usually brilliant eyes and the small trail of eye liner the rain had left running down his pink cheeks.

“She left me.” he words sounded of heartache and smelled of whiskey. Wrapping an arm around his slumped shoulders I pulled him into my home. As soon as I touched his cotton covered shoulder I felt just how wet and cold he was; his black t-shirt sticking to his flesh and as I allowed my eyes to wonder him for a moment I took note of the water silently dripping from his pant legs.

“Dear you’re freezing. . .” his eyes never leaving the floor as I steered him toward the bathroom leaving a small trail of water behind us. Flipping on the lights, I moved him across the room, where he sat without complaint on the closed toilet lid. “You’re gonna get yourself sick like this” I jokingly reprimanded him as I pulled off the beanie and threw it into the tub, where it made an odd slapping noise as it landed on the porcelain. “We need to find you something else to wear.” my words faltering slightly as I felt his fingers wrap themselves around my wrist, giving me a slight squeeze.

“I came home today, a few days early.” the slight tremor in his thick voice told me what he needed more than dry clothes was me, for me to listen, to be with him for his story; so that’s what I did. His fingers still wrapped tightly around my wrist I knelt in front of him, resting my arms in his drenched lap. Lauri raised his head slightly, enough for our eyes to meet, for me to watch the water dripping off his hair and down his skin.

“You’d been in Germany, right?” A slow nod the only response he gave, but those eyes never once leaving mine.

“I thought I could surprise her.” he croaked out, his grip on my wrist loosening enough for me to finally take his hand in mine, giving it a comforting squeeze.

”What happened Lintu?”

“She was with someone else.”

“You mean she’d moved out?”

“No. . .” and at the moment I felt my heart shatter as I watched the man I’d known since he was a boy, the man whom I’d only ever seen cry once in the twenty years we’d known each other, bite his trembling bottom lip attempting to hold back tears. Those watery green eyes still locked on mine as my thumb drew small circles on the back of his hand. “They were in our apartment. . .in” I bit the inside of my cheek as he drew a ragged breath and I watched a slow stream of tears slip down both of his still rosy cheeks, “in our bed.”

“Oh Lauri,” I reached up, gently wiping away his tears with my thumb, “I’m so sorry sweetie.”

“She said she’d been trying to tell me, but never found the right time.” Cupping his damp cheek in my hand I let my blue eyes console him with a gaze I could not find words for. “They’ve been seeing each other for three months.” his broad shoulders jumped in time with his sniffles. “Three months and she couldn’t find the right time.” his eye lids fell closed as he angled his cheek into my palm and I wiped away the drops of fresh, salty pain cascading from under his eyelashes.

“You deserve better than that sweetie.” a shy nod of agreement accompanied his deep breath. “Lauri. . .” slowly his head rose, eyes red and slightly puffy with a look of exhaustion clouding his features, “I’m gonna go find you something else to wear, you’re shivering and you’re gonna get sick.” nodding in agreement he pulled his prickly cheek away from my hand, “be right back.” throwing him an apologetic smile I stepped out of the bathroom and across the hall to my bedroom. It was only after a few minutes of rummaging through my dresser that I came across an old pair of black sweat pants and a white t-shirt I had borrowed from Lauri on an occasion much like this one a few years ago. Back in the bathroom I was surprised to find him exactly where I had left him. “Lauri, you need to get out of those wet clothes.”

“We were supposed to work out you know.” he mumbled while studying the floor. Resting the clothes on the counter I retrieved a white towel from the cupboard and made my way back to the sad form which barely resembled by dearest friend.

“I swear you’re going to catch pneumonia.” I asserted as I noticed his jaw trembling from the cold. “Come on,” tossing the towel into his lap for a moment and grabbing the hem of his soaked black shirt, “up with your arms sweetie.” Not looking up from the floor he slowly raised his arms, allowing me to pull the heavy clinging fabric up his damp torso and off his arms. The shirt landed in the tub with a louder version of the slapping sound his beanie had made earlier.

“I just don’t understand,” his soft words began again as I took the towel and attempted to ring some of the water out of his dark hair, “I thought we were happy.” Listening to his tormented words I watched in fascination as drops of water continued to drip from the ends of his hair, landing softly on the smooth curve of his shoulder before beginning its long journey over his collar bone and down his fuzzy chest. The overwhelming sensation of butterflies in my stomach grew as that drop of water trailed further down his defined abdomen. “I thought she loved me.” his words forced my mind back to the task at hand and as I ran the towel over his sturdy shoulders I forced the growing number of butterflies in my stomach to dissipate ‘stop acting stupid, this is Lauri.’ I mentally chastised myself as the towel slipped down over his chest and I finished the job of drying his torso.

“Ok,” exchanging the towel for the white t-shirt, “arms up again sweetie.” As if the reaction was completely mechanical his arms rose and I slipped the shirt over his cool skin. Standing next to his frighteningly still body I contemplated how this next part was going to work out and again those damn butterflies arrived. “Lauri, can you do the rest?” my words cautious and tempered. Not a word, or even a single movement from him, it was a small sniffle that told me he was still amongst the living as I waited for an answer. “Sweetie,” reaching out to push the hair back from his face, slowly letting my fingers comb through the still damp mane, “I know you’re upset, but you’re not going to get warm in those wet pants.” Butterflies growing fiercer as the room fell into silence once again and I let the back of my hand caress the cool, tear stained skin of his cheek. “Stand up Lintu.” His head turning, those green eyes heartbreakingly empty as they studied me, causing me to take a sharp breath as he stood; our eyes were locked and I swear the beating of my heart was so loud he must have heard it as he turned to me and I reached out for his belt. My hands trembling, our eyes never leaving the other’s, I fumbled with the silver buckle for a few minutes before I felt it start to loosen and then my hands were covered with his. As his fingers wrapped themselves securely around my still trembling hands I thought I saw a brief spark in his eyes: Could he tell I was trembling? Could he sense the fear that was welling in the pit of my stomach? Did he know that suddenly all I wanted was to taste those pink lips?

“Anna. . .” his voice stronger than it had been since he arrived, causing a chill to run down my spine as he gave my hands a gentle squeeze, “I’ll do it.” he mused with the tiniest of smiles as I tried not to let my relief show.

“Ok,” dropping my head to take a quick glance at the sight of our hands entwined, “meet me in the kitchen, I’ll get you a cup of tea.” My hands slipped out of his grasp and I made my way out of the room. My butterflies subsided slightly on the short walk to the kitchen, where I was greeted by a pot of already boiling water. Finding another mug, I placed a tea bag in each and covered them with the streaming water before drawing a deep ragged breath – I felt as though I’d been holding my breath the entire time in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong Anna?” I jumped, his casual words from the doorway jolting me from my thoughts.

“What do you mean sweetie?” I enquired as I turned to find him in the doorway, finally clad in dry clothes and the streaks of eye liner washed off his skin.

“I’ve known you long enough to know when something’s bothering you.” his words flat, but face expressing a genuine concern. I turned to the two mugs of tea, taking them in hand and walking casually past Lauri back into the living room. Setting the mugs on the coffee table I took a seat on the couch, suddenly remembering the dream I had had there earlier in the evening. “Please tell me Anna.” his voice on the verge of pleading as he took a seat next to me and leaned his head on my shoulder. Chewing my bottom lip I contemplate for a moment what I should tell him. The notion of telling him how I wanted to make his pain go away and that I could ensure he never felt this way again passed through my mind, but I quickly shook that off; it wouldn’t be fair to drop that on him, not like this, not today, probably not ever. So instead I rest my cheek on the top of his head and told him the closest thing to the truth I could think of.

“Seeing you like this breaks my heart Lintu.” A soft blush came across my cheeks when I felt his head turn and his lips press firmly against my neck for the briefest of moments.

“But you’ve always known how to make it better.” he whispered, his breath tickling my skin as I felt his thick arms wrapping around my waist. “Can we take a nap?” My lips turning up into a delicate smile as his arms pulled my body closer against his.

“Of course we can.” Wrapping an arm around his shoulders I realized how comfortable, how right this felt; being wrapped in his arms in the middle of the night had never felt quite so good and I wondered for a moment what would come of the morning? But it didn’t matter because I had him at that moment, a moment that nothing could take away from me. “Anything for you sweetie” I whispered as I heard his breath fall into that calm shallow pattern of sleep.
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