*Liam's POV*
The lads and I were at the girls house, again. The boys and girls are at Lacey's house across the street. Kayla comes home, and her outfit looks like a rainbow puked all over her, including her hair. She looked like she was about to cry, she told us she was fine but I know she wasn't. Milana was about to get up and get her, but I had a compelling feeling that I needed to.

"No, let me go get her, she said she didn't want to talk to you guys, she didn't say anything about me." I said with a smirk as I walked out of the house.


Admittedly it wasn't to hard to find her I just had to follow the rainbow paint peeling off her clothes. By the time I caught up to her it started to drizzle raindrops, she was at the swings, just sitting head towards the ground, looking rejected and broken. The paint comes off her hair like a rainbow, she soon starts to cry, the paint makes her look like she's crying rainbow tears. She also starts to talk to herself, obviously not knowing I was behind a stupid bush.

"Really, why! why must things I start to care about leave me behind, Is this amusing to you, is this what you want!, you know what I'm sick of feeling the pain that lands in my heart when someone looks at me, and their eyes say they don't care, I wish someone would take me in their arms and say they care and mean it, is that to much to ask?" She asks looking at the sky, almost waiting to a light or something to shine down and help her through this.

Next she rolls up her sleeve enough to expose her slightly tan forearm, she takes her other hand, she scratches four long strides on her forearms, hard enough to sting a little, but not enough to leave a mark or draw blood, "So those weren't cat scratches after all huh?" her head whips back toward, me did I just really say that out loud, Stupid. I walk up next to her, takes her hand and lead her to a tree, she never made a sound.

"I care Kayla, I really do." I say to her wrapping my arms around her and whispering into her ear, she blushes a bright crimson.

"So you heard that, I'm sorry for causing the trouble to make up come out here." she says slightly relaxing in my arms. It feel nice :)

"It wasn't any trouble, I volunteered, so will you tell me why your crying please" I asked her, she smirked and started to paint a picture in my mind.



*Milana's POV*
"Will someone tell us what is up with Kayla, cause I'm pretty sure the lads and I are lost." Louis asked us, his comment made me smirk, he must have saw it because he smiled brightly back at me.

"Well it all started sort of when Kayla's boyfriend broke up with her"
~Flashback *Milana's POV*~
Kayla was rocking back and forth in the corner of her room, ever since last night, her head occasionally twitching.
"Creep, weird, Strange, Crybaby, Fat, Asian, Goody goody, wannabe...." Kayla trialed off, of course we were worried about her, she can act as strong as an oak, but always goes with the flow. I went to hug her, and I saw scratches on her forearms, slightly red.

"Sorry, Mil" she said finally accepting the hug and she cried into my chest.

(still flashback couple days later)
she's getting better, the scratches stopped, she went out one night. She came back drunk, and with her second boyfriend, she even went to her parents house and threatened them, that if they didn't quit smoking she would start, her dad broke down in tears. The next morning it was her first hangover, and she wouldn't stop apologizing
~Flashback Over~


*Liam's POV*
"the next day was my first hangover, and I got on the girls so much, because I wouldn't stop apologizing" she said laughing lightly at the end, she was still in my arms. She soon fell asleep, I carried her home,

"Good Night Kayla, and I really do Care about you, more then you'd ever Know" I said kissing her forehead and exiting her home.