Washed up & Broken (One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter 30

When I return to Louis and I's room. He's not there. But a guitar I've never seen before lays on my bed. I can play guitar... It's a great stress reliever. Maybe I should play it? No it's not mine. But I want to. So I do. I open the blinds of the room so I cans see the ocean and the orange light pours in. I plop down on the bed and pick up the pick that clatters to the floor. The first song that comes to mind is "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City. I begin strumming and I take in a deep breath to sing.

"The stars lean down to kiss you, while I lay awake and miss you. Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere," I stop briefly and begin again.

"But I'll doze off safe and soundly, but I'll miss your arms around me. I'd send a postcard to you dear, 'cuz I wish you were here,"

I get kind of choked up as I think of Niall.

"The silence isn't so bad, until I look at my hands and feel sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly."

I get so into the song I don't even notice when I finish all of the boys, even Niall, are standing at the entrance of the hotel room staring at me. I feel blush creep across my cheeks and I set the guitar to the side.

"That's my guitar," Zayn says, breaking the heavy silence.

"O-oh," I stammer. "H-here,"I hold out the instrument to him and look away as he takes it.

"That was beautiful." Liam's voice says. I look up and see him with a giant grin across his face. "I've never heard you sing like that before, Kat,"

"It was amazing," Niall softly compliments. My eyes flicker to his still puffy ones. We exchange a look of knowing who I sang that song to. I thank him and sit back.

"Where's Krysta?" I ask.

"On a date," Liam says. I can hear pain in his voice. I raise an eyebrow. "Michael asked her to dinner,"

"I thought she liked you?" I ask.

"Dude!" Harry exclaims. I hear someone be slapped and Liam grunt.

"Me too." Liam sighs. "Guess not." He looks around at the others. "Better get to bed, lads. We've got a busy week." and with that, he leaves the room. Harry, and Zayn follow. Niall hasn't stopped staring at me. He hesitates a little bit, before following behind Zayn. Louis closes the door and turns the lock, grinning at me as he turns around.

"That was beautiful, Kat," He compliments.

"Thanks," I blush again.

"It really let me see another side of you," Louis sits down next to me. "It was enchanting," I thank him again. I feel his hand brush my left cheek and grab a hold of my face. He moves my face towards his and presses my lips to his. I gladly kiss back. We sit there, wrapped in each other's embrace as we share a slow, romantic kiss. "I love you, Kat." I suck in my breath and our lips meet again. Do I really love him? Yes, Kat, You do love him! You want him not Niall. Say it.

"I- I love you too,Louis." I eventually say, kissing him again, our foreheads touching. Why does it feel like a lie? Why does it sit like heaviness in my chest? Is it a lie? No. It's not.

"Would you like tea?" He asks, finally pulling away, leaving me wanting more.

"Sure," I smile at him and watch him leave. He does have a nice bum.

Louis and I's evening consists of conversation, drinking tea, and when night falls we cuddle up in bed, bodies pressed together. He runs his fingers through my hair and it's the most soothing feeling ever. I feel my tired eyes grow heavy, my depression slip into sleep, and then I hear Louis' voice.

"Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go," He whisper sings. "Because I'm tired of feeling alo-" that's the last thing I hear before collapsing into sleep. I've had enough for one day. And I know things are only going to get better or worse.

**Liam's POV**

I lay in bed and toss and turn as I think of Krysta. Why isn't she home yet? It's almost 1 AM. She promised she wouldn't be out long... Shut up Liam you're getting attached. When you get attached, your heart gets broken. And when your heart gets broken, you get hurt. I'm just about to doze off when I hear the door to our hotel room open. I turn and sit straight up, I look and see her gently closing the door.

"Liam, you're up!" Krysta exclaims. She flicks on the light. "I figured you'd be sleeping," I shake my head.

"I've been waiting on you," I say. Guilt goes across her face as she looks down at the ground. "How was.. How was your date?"

"It wasn't a date, Liam," She informs me, sitting down on the bed. "Just two friends having dinner together,"

"Well I can tell Michael likes you more than a friend," I spit more rude than I intended to.

"So what if he does?" Krysta asks, getting angry. "At least I came back!"

"Well it depends, Krysta," I say, turning to face her more. "Do you like him back?"

"No, Liam! You're my boyfriend!" She exclaims. "What do you not trust me?!" I sit there, silent. I see her body tense up, and then relax. "You don't trust me..."

"Now, I never said that," I shake my head and give her a look.

"Yeah but it's obvious you don't!" Krysta's voice rises a few notches. "Whatever Liam!" She stands up and heads for the door. I run after her.

"Where are you going?!" I ask, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back, rather hard, towards me. Krysta gives me a look of shock, her jaw dropped.

"Away from you," She finally says. She throws open the door and leaves, the silence fills the room, and I'm left alone. __________________________________