I woke up after my few hours of sleep. Opening my eyes and instantly regretting it. I closed them and laid back down, groaning. I heard someone walk over to me softly and pull my hair out of my eyes, I opened them again, slowly, and saw Liam hovering over me."how you feeling love?" I groaned "not good. Thank you for taking care of me, as well as the others," he smiled "it's okay, what are friends for?" "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, I just didn't want you to think of me any differently, and I didn't want anymore sympathy." I frowned and closed my eyes again, suddenly feeling nauseous. He rubbed my back. "need me to take you to the bathroom?" I nodded my head quickly and he picked me up, running to the bathroom. He made it just in time for mento dry- heave into the toilet. He rubbed my back and put my hair into a sloppy bun. When I finished he picked me up, yet again, and helped me brush my teeth. I started shaking again and he took me to the couch, holding me close and calming my body. I took a long breath, inhaling his scent as if it could heal me, which in a way did. He has been here for me no matter what. Even Though I'm not a clean spirit, or I have some drug problem, or a trust issue, he has always been here to help since the day I met him. I think he is something unlike another man I have met, and I think, I might like him. Like more than a friend, and that scares me. Yeah, he might be nice and all, but I thought I felt the same way about Alex, and look where I am now. I just don't think I could take a heartbreak like that again, or lose another important person.My thoughts were cut off by a sharp pain in my stomach and I keeled over into liams chest, crying out. He rubbed my back and I was instantly soothed, as if his touch was my cure. And I think it is. No matter how much I try to avoid it, I can't, I have developed feelings for Liam Payne. There. I admitted it. And there is nothing I can do about it. I know he would never feel the same. I'm jut some screwed up girl, who just so happens to be a prostitute and a stripper, and somehow ended up in this poor boys life. But maybe fate brought us together. Maybe, it was meant to be. But I can't think about that now, I have some more important things to deal with. Like the horrible pain in the side of my stomach from the lack of hard drugs constantly running through my veins. I groaned in pain and I looked up to see the concerned looks of five boys. "I'm okay. Really" I managed to squeak out. "are you sure love? You do not look well at all" Harry said, doubtfully looking at me. "I'm fine!" I said through my dry throat. "really?! Then stand up!" Louis challenged.don't do that to her right now! Leave her alone!" Liam said, protecting me. I don't need protection. "no I'm fine!" I said, standing up, instantly regretting it. But staying on my feet, at the least. I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, sipping it and letting the cool liquid steam down my throat and fill in every cracked, dry crevice on it's way down to my stomach, cooling me down insanely and making my nausea go away little by little along with my medicine. I wanted those drugs in my coat pocket so badly. Maybe I could sneak them. I walked into my room and dug in my coat pockets, only to find them empty. They didn't. I marched into the living room. "who the fuck took the drugs out of my coat!?!?" I screamed at them. I instantly felt bad, they were probably only trying to help me. I let my face soften. "I'm sorry, I'm just in a bad mood.I didn't mean to yell at you. Your just trying to help." they all looked at me as my emotions quickly changed from angry to depressed. I started crying for no reason and they all came over to me, Liam pulls me to his chest and the others joining. "hey it's okay, were not mad." they all cooed. I shook my head "I don't know why I'm crying" I sobbed Louis looked at me curiously. "what?" I continued crying. "nothing, I'll tell you later." I just nodded my head and went to bed. Falling into a deep, peaceful slumber.