I love hating you.

Andy..

Andy's POV.

I heard muffled cries in the room next to me. Emily. I knew it was her.

The sound of her cries shattered my heart into a million pieces. Yet I knew I was the main reason she felt so alone and upset. I didn't want to treat her so badly, but it felt instinctive.

Her cries carried on for hours. I couldn't sleep. I wasn't mad about not sleeping, I was just heart broken at the sound of a young girl as beautiful as herself crying so hard.

Her cries turned into sobs. I felt as if I could feel her body shaking through the walls of my room. I was indeed worried about her, but I couldn't bring myself to walk into her room an see if she was okay. I knew I should. After seeing the marks along her legs and arms, I should have forced myself too. Yet I remained in my bed, tearing up at the thought of her hurting herself. I didn't understand. I was worried and panicked yet I felt as if I couldn't do anything to help her, but the truth is I could.

I remained in my bed. Her cries went on for another hour. It was nearly 4:30 in the morning now. Her cries went from sobs to heavy breathing. I felt panic take over my body and I finally stood up. I needed to see her. to know what was wrong.

Em's POV.

It was 11 at night. I read through messages again and couldn't help but cry.

I only screwed up. Nothing I do is right. I can't seem to get anything to go my way.

Zack hated me.
Andy hated me.
My mom and dad hate me.

And I knew sooner or later the rest of the boys would too. Including my own brother.

What hurt most though, wasn't my parents or my ex Zack hating me, but Andy hating me. Because I had been in love with him since I was ten years old, and he was seventeen. Being sixteen now, I know for a fact it's love. I just knew to deny it in order to protect myself.

Andy's last few words he had said to me lingered in my mind.

"How could anyone love you? You're disgusting."

I knew it was true. I was truly disgusting and horrible.

I cried for hours, nearly six to be exact.

My door cracked open as I had picked up my rusty friend.

I quick slid it into my hoodie pocket, and put my head down so no one would see me crying or the tears that had stained my face.

"Em.."

I knew that voice. It was deep. Raspy. It sounded empty and cold. It was Andy.

"G-go a-a-away.. I promise I-I-I'll be quiet.. I-I'm s-sorry.." I cried. I couldn't deal with his comments tonight.

"I'm not going away." He said flatly. I felt the side of my bed dip down, and a pair of arms wrapped around me holding me tight. Why was he suddenly being so nice to me?

"Don't cry.." He whispered. My breath hitches and I tried to silence my sobs.

"What's wrong?" He asked. I laughed sarcastically as more tears fell from my eyes.

"Like you care." I muttered out harshly. His embrace tightened. "I do care. Em. I'm so sorry for what I said to you today. I truly am."

I looked up at him and I could tell from his eyes, he was sincere.

His lips pressed to my forehead and his hand reached up and stroked the side of my head carefully, slowly and gently pushing some small baby hairs out of my face.

I couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I wanted his lips against mine. I didn't care about the words he had spoke to me earlier. I cared about him and his lips and his words that were being spoken right now.

As if his mind had read mine, his lips gently pressed to mine. They were soft and calming. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip. We slowly pulled away and his eyes sunk into mine, starring into what seemed like my soul. I took a deep breath, than allowed myself to sink into his eyes once again.

"Everything will be okay.." He said, gently caressing the side of my face. I smiled warmly at him and he leaned in to kiss me once more and I allowed him too.

It was so very wrong to be kissing him right now but I didn't seem to care. It felt right, whether it was or not.

Our lips lingered on each others for nearly twenty minutes, before we pulled away and laid back onto my bed. He slowly crawled on top of me, and lips connected to his again, my hands tangling in his hair.

He was so beautiful and flawless.

"I love you.." He mumbled lowly, so low it was barely audible.

He rolled off of me and pulled me close to him, kissing my forehead before allowing his arms to tighten on me. I was less tense than I had been in a while and it was enjoyable.

I knew in this moment that I loved him. But would his kindness last? Or was he going to change once morning came?