Teenage Dirtbag

(Liam's POV)
I paced my room trying to decide whether or not to call Kyla. I'm scared she'll hate me. I sighed and stopped as I flung out my phone and dialed her number. It rang before she answered. "Hello?" She answered. Her voice was so beautiful. "Kyla. It's me, Liam." There was silence coming from the other line. "What the fuck do you want Liam?" She said harshly. Her words stung. Bad. "Kyla please. I didn't mean what I said. I was being over protective and I'm sorry." I said. "Well, It's a little to late for sorry, Liam." "But-" "Bye." She hung up. I sighed and curled up in a ball and cried.

(Kyla's POV)
I hung up in him. I felt so alone. "Kyla?" I heard behind me. I turned around to see Harry in his pajama pants. He was shirtless. "Did you-" He nodded. I started to cry. He walked over and hugged me. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I need some emotional support." I croaked. "Anytime, babe." He replied warmly. I pulled away from our hug and we kissed passionately. We pulled away and he picked me up bridal style and looks at me. "Don't worry. All your troubles are gone when you're with me."

Notes

Hope you like it. Sorry it's short and kinda corny. Anyway! Comment me on ideas for the next chapters. Stuff you'd like to see because I'm suffering MASSIVE writers block. Hope u like it! ~