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Kiera's Point of View

I wake up to a room. A bland, white room. It had no color. I was in a hospital gown.

"I was brought to a hospital," I mutter to myself. I was sick and tired of my plain old boring life. People hated me so what was the point. The boys rush into the room to greet me. Luke takes my hand and I kindly accept the gesture.

"Don't scare us like that! We miss you... I miss you so much," Ashton says. I try standing up to hug him but the boys don't let me.

" You're able to come home tomorrow." Luke says smiling.
"You will be living with us until we graduate!" Calum screams hurting my ears he gently apologized a million times . I giggle and let him know it was okay.

The Next Day

The boys slept with me last night making sure I was okay. Ashton went to my place to get clothes for myself. Once he came back, I changed to black jeans and a flannel. I still had intrusive thoughts in my mind but not enough for me to cry and feel absolutely terrible about myself. Apparently, Ashton also packed my things for me to stay with them. Ashton bought supplies for our project as well. It was due in two days and we did nothing.

We all arrive home and I was able to take a rest on the couch. For about two hours or so I laid down on Luke's lap watching movies. Ashton decided we should work on our project.

"What should we do?" I ask I was thinking of numerous ideas. One popped out.

"What if we splatter paint on the canvas instead of writing a poem!" I scream in joy and he covers his ears.
"I'm sorry!" I yell again and he laughed.

"That's a beautiful idea," he states. My idea was that love is like colors mixed together. Two different personalities together, two different idea, two different minds creating a masterpiece.

We got the boys all together and put the canvas on a stand and splats paint outside. We bought a lot of paint. And I mean a lot. We grabbed our paint brushes and splattered the canvas with multiple colors. I decided to wear a bandeau and shorts so my outfit from earlier didn't get painted on. We splattered lots of blue on the canvas and red. Pink came from Calum and Luke splattered huge amounts of yellow. Michael puts on bits of green.

I accidentally splashed Luke while I putting on white and it turned out to be a paint war. I was filled with different colors from the boys. The lads pants were filled with the color pink, white and blue. It was an interesting mix of colors. I had the most colors on me which was unfair but I loved it. Luke was running after me, and he got caught up to me. He grabbed me by the waist and I felt a mix of emotions, he splatters yellow paint on my side stomach and pulls me in for a kiss. The kiss was warm and indulging. I kissed him back. Our lips move in sync. It felt as if time stopped and slowed. I felt like we were the only two people in the world who felt like this. We both let go and in the mess we are in, he spins me around. I twirl around holding his hand while smiling. I see Ashton stopping at the sight he saw. He runs out the door.

I inaudibly say, "sorry," to Luke he nods and I run after Ashton.
"Ashton! Wait a second!" He stops, his posture tall and his back turned on me.

"I thought you loved me Kiera?!" He yells with hurt in his eyes.
"I- I don't know..." I silently say
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW? 2 years... It's been two years I am in love with you still. You know that. I told you my feelings and I'm in love with you only you. Now if you love Luke, I'm okay with it... Just please, if it doesn't work out reconsider your feelings for me... Please..." He gradually got softer. He puts his right hand on my cheek, he leans in and kisses me gently. It didn't feel like Luke's kiss. It did not. Did I love him? Who did I love ? Did I have to choose?