They Don't Know About Us [L.P]

Chapter 26

(Kayla's POV) 

     "No, I can't do that! There's no way! There's not possibly enough room!" I fought. Harry, Louis, and Niall just offered me to live with them. For as much as I want to, I can't do that. I feel like I'm intruding again even though Liam keeps saying I'm not. 

      "We have a spare bedroom we never knew what to do with." Niall protested. 

     "And you've got nowhere to go!" Harry reminded me. Which is true. I mean, I can't go live with Madelyn and Antonio. Jules is already with them. That's definitely intruding. 

     "Come on, Kayla. Please!" Louis pleaded. These boys have been trying for what felt like the longest five minutes ever. It felt like half an hour. 

     I sigh and want to give up. "I'll think about it," I told them. Which I was not lying about. I will actually give it thought. Some thought at least. I mean, I have nowhere to go. Jesse is in the U.S. I don't want to go back home because I don't have the time to make myself a passport. And I don't even know if I have money to rent another place. 

     "We'll take it!" Niall said. I laughed at his enthusiasm. The door opened again and Zayn and Liam walked in again. 

     "Hey, where were you guys?" I asked. I then realized they had boxes in their hands. Each of them holding one, they join Niall at the foot of the bed, and Harry and Louis help me sit up. 

     "Well, we went back to your apartment to see what was left. And this is what we could salvage." Liam said. They set the boxes down and Louis grabbed Liam's and placed it in front of me. 

     "You guys really went back up there?" I asked a little shocked. What is with these boys in the surprises?

     "Yeah!" Harry and Louis said. 

     "We figured it was the least we could do for you," Zayn said, smiling afterward. I smile back at him and take the box off. Louis takes the top. I see a stack of sweatshirts and jackets from Jesse's closet. 

     "Wow, he didn't take this?" I asked, pulling out his favorite jean jacket. "Huh, he must not be kidding when he said he was growing out of them," I said, folding it up again. 

     "That was my favorite!" Zayn said. Niall pats his shoulder and I laughed. 

     "Okay, let's see what else is in here," I mumbled, going back into the box. "This survived?" I asked, pulling out my iPod. They nod. 

     "Although your iPod charger survived, your phone charger didn't. But we have that taken care of." Niall informed me. I gave them a look. I already know what they meant but if I even tried to fight, they would come at me harder. It was a lose lose. So I just thanked them. 

     After folding up my Irish flag, Louis took the box away and set it aside. Harry passed me the next one and I opened it, giving the top to Harry. Almost immediately, I saw my Music Diary. "My music book!" I said. I open it and the pages were left as is. I went to my recent songs and they were just fine. 

     Letting out another breath, I hug it before setting it down and open the folder that had my sheet music and they were the same. "Your keyboard and music control panel miraculously survived!" Niall told me. The boys chuckled and laughed a little and look up at him. 

      "Did they really?" I asked. He nodded. 

      "We took it back to the house for safekeeping until you get out." Niall gave me a look and I read it pretty clear: Come on, take the offer!

     I ignore his look and go back. I then noticed my plaque wasn't there. "Did you guys find a plaque?" They nodded. 

     "I found it in a corner," Harry said. "What's the story behind it?" He then asked. 

     "Well, I was eighteen when I received it from Columbia Records. They named me the youngest music producer after I produced Beyonce's Run the World and Ed Sheeran's The A Team." I said, smiling. 

     "History maker I see!" Liam said, smiling. I crack a smile. 

     "I'm sorry to say that it's broken. But I think that you deserve to still have it in your heart," Harry said. I look up at him. Tears want to come out but I hold them in. "I'm gonna try and fix it."

      "Thanks, Harry. But I think my career is just going down in flames after what has happened the past week." I said. 

      That was my pride and joy. My gold. My historical moment. The one thing that I had my family's support in. Except for my dad. He didn't even know I got it. And if he did, I'm sure he wouldn't be proud because it seems like he never has been proud of me for anything I do or I've done. 

     A tear escapes my eye and I quickly wipe it. "Are you okay?" Niall asked. I nod. 

     "Yeah...it's just - the memories of that time kind of slapped me in the face," I said. Harry looked guilty.   

     "I am so sorry love! I had no idea!" Harry said, apologizing.

     "It's fine, Harry. Really it is! I mean, you couldn't have known." I told him. 

      "I feel bad though." He admitted. I shake my head.

     "Don't," I tell him, placing my hand on his. I smile at him softly and he returns it. "Yeah, it may be cracked and burned, and whatever else damage there is to it. But that's where my career lays. And I'm okay with that." I told them all. 

      "Don't say that love!" Louis said on the right side of me. "You're a great producer and composer. Those are two great songs! And I would love for you to produce a song for us!" Louis said and the whole room agreed. 

      "Lou, that's very kind of you. But I couldn't. Not with how things are laying now." I say. "At least not now. But maybe, someday, I will. And I promise that." They all return my smile to them as I take my back my hand. 

      I go back into the box. "These are all the song ideas that got saved?" I questioned.

      "Apart from the ones we found and the ones we could read," Louis explained. Luckily they're all my favorites so I have no complaints. 

     As I finished that box, I realized that I didn't see the picture from Jess's room or the baby picture of me and my brother. Nor Jesse's favorite watch. "Was my baby picture there?" I asked them, looking between all of them. 

     They l exchanged looks. "I'm afraid it wasn't," Zayn said. I sighed. The only thing I had left of him. The last thing I had of him. That was it. 

     "Oh," I said. 

     "I'm sure Jesse has one of you two. The same one!" Liam said to cheer me up. I shake my head. 

      "No, he wouldn't," I said. I close my eyes as the guilt rises. "That wasn't exactly the truth of what I told you, Li," I said lowly. I open my eyes again and all eyes were glued on me. "That picture was me and my brother. I got separated from him about a month after birth." I say. And that was all I was gonna say. 

     One of the boys at the foot of the bed gulped but I couldn't make out who it was. So I ignore it. "I'm sorry Kayla." Was the only thing said and it came from Liam. Everyone else just had that the same saying written on their faces. 

     "It's okay. It's my fault. I should have said." After a moment of silence, I close the box and the boys take it. 

     "We also got your car," Liam said. 

      "Which is also back at the house," Zayn said. "And we'll take these as well back to the house, until you're, out." Zayn somewhat hesitated. I give him a confused look but Liam cleared his throat. 

     "Never mind about that," Liam said. "But in other news, how did your procedures go?"