Summer Love

Chapter 6

okay so shoutout to kimster116 for the cover she made for this book. I love it!

hope you guys enjoy this.

much love,
gwen xx

July 2011

Carter's POV*

The next morning I woke up to yelling outside. No, not your average fight, but a full blown screaming match.

I shot out of bed and ran out of my cabin in just a tank top and sweatpants.

I could see clothes being thrown outside of Niall and Zayn's cabin, landing on the dusty ground. Their voices split through the air, like gunshots.

I sprinted over to their cabin, quickly dodging the clothes that were being thrown aimlessly outside the door.

"Niall, just calm down." Zayn put his arms out in front of him as if in surrender to Niall's rage.

I turned to look at Niall, who was ripping articles of clothing from what I'm assuming to be his dresser. His hair was a wreck and his face was bright red with rage.

"I don't need this. I don't need to be here." Niall mumbled under his breath.

I stood frozen outside the door, questioning whether or not he found out about my reason of being here. Maybe that's why he's so angry.

"What happened?" I quietly whispered to Zayn, who appeared just as shocked as I was. He ran a nervous hand through his quiff then let out a huff of air in frustration.

"All I did was ask him to help clean up. Then he got pissed and started throwing his things everywhere." Zayn replied.

At this point, all of Niall's clothes had abandoned his drawers and found a new home in the dirt outside the cabin. I had never seen someone this angry before.

"Carter, please." Zayn grabbed my arm and pleaded with his eyes for me to do something, anything to help. I sighed then took a small step towards Niall.

"Niall?" I asked. He was now throwing all objects off the top of his dresser, including his deodorant and a hairbrush.

"Don't." He replied coldly.

I looked back to Zayn for any kind of support but he just shrugged his shoulders and urged me on. I rolled my eyes and continued.

"I'm only trying to help."

"Help by leaving me alone and calling me a cab." Niall said.

"Why do you want to leave so badly?" I questioned, trying to break through his solid exterior.

He began throwing things harder and faster outside the cabin, moving towards glass picture frames filled with his memories.

"Because I don't need this. I'm fine, I don't need to be here."

"Niall." I solemnly said, trying my hardest not to give up.

"What?" He replied, speeding up his throwing fit.

"Are you alright?"

"I said I'm fine!" He boomed, punching a picture frame he held in his hand.

I took a step away from him in shock that he had just done that. He held his hand and grimaced.

"Mate-"

"Just go." Niall pushed Zayn towards the door where I stood. Zayn looked at me then slowly walked out of the cabin, leaving me alone with Niall.

I knew that something wasn't right. He was so good last night, so kind. What happened to that Niall?

"Are you okay?" I took a small step towards him. He leaned over the dresser, holding his injured hand, the shattered frame on the ground.

"I said I'm fine." His breathing was heavy as he replied to my question.

I took another step towards him, knowing he was lying. He was far from okay. I was now inches away from his body.

"Let me see." I said, gently lifting his injured hand into my two small hands. It had some cuts on it from the glass but it wasn't broken.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed the hand towel that hung on a ring that was mounted to the wall. I then wet it with water from the sink and went back into the room where Niall was.

"Here." I said, gently dabbing his cuts. He winced with each dab, but was finally cleaned up.

"Let's go sit." I pulled him by the arm out to steps in front of his cabin. We both took a seat next to each other as he examined my handiwork on his hand.

"I'm sorry if I scared you." Niall broke the silence and shocked me with an apology.

"You didn't." He turned his head to face me and looked me right in the eyes.

"I just have really bad anger issues, that's all. Zayn should know that, my doctor told the boys." Niall turned away and looked out over the lake. The sun had just began to rise and was glistening over the lake.

"Doctor?" I asked.

"A year ago Simon, the guy who signed us, sent me to an anger management doctor. I was diagnosed with ACP. That's stands for-"

"Anger control problems. I know." I responded. He looked at me confused so I answered him before he could ask.

"My brother has it. He was diagnosed when we were little. He used to tear apart my dolls when I got to play with the ball and he didn't."

"Oh." Niall replied. He began to twiddle his thumbs.

"Did they give you any medication? Or find something to calm you down?" I asked.

"No, no medication and they said that I would find my calming mechanism on my own through someone or something I care about." Niall replied. I nodded my head as he spoke.

"Have you found it yet?" I asked, knowing that once he finds it, his anger will slowly get better.

Niall turned his body and looked me straight in the eyes, then cracked a small smile.

"I think I just did."