Aw. It hurts. I thought Niall doesn't like Lalaine anymore. I thought Zayn was just the one I compete from getting Lalaine's heart.


"Why Harry?" She asked me. I shook my head and just stared upwards. My throat was tough. I gulped for a while and gently closed my eyes.



Suddenly, from my sleep, an arm was wrapped on me. I opened my eyes and saw Lalaine's head on my chest. She's still not sleeping. I stroked her hair softly and grinned wide on her. She turned to see me. I saw a gloss from her hazel eyes though dark is covering us.

"Why?" I whispered in a softl floaty voice.


"Dreamt of my aunt and my parents. Harry, she'll get me someday." She said. I can feel she's frightened from it.. I tightened my touch on her hardly and romantically kissed her head. "Harry. What if they'll get me? I don't what them. I love my grandparents and I don't want to get away from them.." Her voice was cracked. I felt a tear from my shirt. "From my dream Harry, you were there. My parents were fighting with my aunt and you're holding me. I was crying Harry. They got me from my parents.. I saw mixed anger and hurt from my parent's eyes but my aunt still forced me to go with them. I lose you. I lose my parents and experienced a lonely life in California." She shook her head and cry over me.



I comforted her, stroking her back. I really see anxiety from her. She doesn't deserve all hatreds.. "I love you Laine. Stop crying. Everyone loves you okay?" I said, turning to glare completely her majestic eyes.


"Harry why do you love me? I am not that typical girl who can make you happy." She stated standing to her window and cry by herself. Her arms were crossed. "Harry, I have a fucked up family. I am just a someone who cries all day because no one understands everything about me. About Liberty and my grandparents. .. I am just an imperfect person who meant to be hate... To be UNLOVED.. Come on. Look. I am just a someone to be hurt. Hurt by everyone I have to cherished. See Zayn? He hurted me. He hates me." She turned to look at me weakly.



I quickly buried my palms and flipped my curls. She isn't the girl she believes for herself.


"Harry now, do you still love me huh? I am not like your ex's. I am not wealthy. As talented as them. I don't have a good family background and most of all I am all rude. I am stupid and seriously I don't have a meant character like them. I cursed. I am a loser and a big fucking bitch. I am not beautiful. Ain't perfect. Ain't that best and seriously ain't that smart to be proud of. What now Harry? I don't even like myself you know? I don't like me, and you? You like me? Wow. You're silly. You shouldn't love someone like me Harry. You're a popstar. Rich. Perfect. Handsome. Hot. Everything."



I can't admit everything she said. I love her. I love her so much. I turned to see her again. She was sitting on the floor with her long hair covering her face. I run to plunk with her. I tied her long swishy hair from her ears and wiped all the tears from her face and down her neck.

"Laine. I'm not perfect too. I have a broken family. I know we don't have the same situation but plooease.. Don't tell that okay? I love you and I understand everything about you. Come on don't cry. It'll be alright. Trust me it is just a dream." I said. My voice was pitied.



I stood her up and hugged her tightly on my chest. I kissed her forehead with all the love and concern.

Notes

Part two. :) How's it? Im really excited to write this chapter. Idk why. :)
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GUYS I REALLY ENVY MY FRIEND. SHE GOT HER NIALL FOLLOW ALREADY AND I WAS LIKE "OH. IM HAPPY FOR YOU. BYE. :(" AND THEN LAST NIGHT I SOBBED. :'(