Kayla's POV
Opening my eyes, I am surprised to see the curtains drawn shut and rain pattering on the window. An aroma of pancakes flutters through the house and my on going depression sets in one again.
Turning my head towards my clock, the time reads 10:25 am. It is just about time to get up so I roll out of bed and walk over to my mirror. Instantly horrified, i brush my hair out. Debating whether I should Do my makeup, I decide against it for the boys have already seen me at my worst... I have nothing to lose.
Walking downstairs, sweatpants and all, I prepare myself for the worst. Slowly turning the corner into the kitchen, the boys are sat doing their own things.
"Good morning Kayla." I hear Harry say as he continues flipping his pancakes.
"Morning." I reply, attempting to sound joyful.
The boys are silent from then on. No one talks, but it is not awkward. They are acting normal, but as though nothing happened last night. Which, in a way, is good. I have already caused all of them so much stress that it will be a good thing for them to forget.
As the pancakes are set onto the table, I feel as though I am forced to take one with Harry waiting for people to eat. So, i take one onto a plate and sit down with a glass of orange juice.
Silently, everyone receives their breakfast and beverage of choice, and takes their seats at the table. Slowly, I cut a piece of pancake and put it into my mouth. This seems to draw some attention to myself. Zayn and Niall both try to be sneaky and glance at me as i chew, but I know they are looking.
Halfway through my pancake, everyone is staring at me and as i look up, their heads all switch to the other direction.
"I've had enough of this," I say in a serious tone. "You wanted me to eat and i am, so please stop staring at me like I'm an animal," I say in a softer tone.
"I'm sorry. I'm just shocked is all," Niall apologizes. The other boys nod as all.
"Its alright," i say and get up to empty my plate. "What are the plans for today?" I ask, leaning against the counter.
"Not much, its a rainy day so we will probably just stay inside, and do our own thing," Zayn answers.
"Okay," I say walking off into the living room. I decide to continue my writing today so i take out my journal and sit on the couch. Leaning my book on my legs, I am in desperate need of inspiration. Starting a poem, i do not even realize the boys entering the room.
Cold, wet rainy days
Oh how i wish that they could stay
A cup of tea is all i need
To cure the loneliness that i must feed
The pitter patter on the roof
The raindrops sliding down the glass
Puts a smile on my face
All my lies stick like a mask
Covering my face with this mask
Hides all of my worries in one simple task
Paint a smile upon my face
And I will look happy forever, although it is just the beginning of a suicide race
After writing this short, 3 stanza poem I look up to see the boys looking at me once again.
"what's wrong now?" i ask confused.
"May we read what you're writing?" Liam asks. "You cherish that book as though it is your child. We are just curious as to what you write in it."
"It is mostly poems." I say non-chalantly. The truth is, it wasn't. There was a mixture of short stories, poems, and diary entries throughout my notebook.
"What did you just write?" Niall asks curiously.
"A poem." I answer vaguely. I'm not sure why these boys are acting so strange. First they act as though I'm not there in the morning and now they are all over me.
"Can we please read it Kayla? We just want to see some of your writing. By the look on your face as you concentrate, we can tell it is a passion of yours. Just show us this one poem. Please." Louis asks pleadingly.
"Fine." I give in. Handing my book to Niall, I make sure that he only stays on that page. Reading my unfinished and unsophisticated poem out loud, I prepare myself for the annoying questions that will follow. But the boys continue to impress me when no one said anything. They just kind of looked at me. Taking my book back from Niall, they all seem to share glances with each other.
"Sorry it was pretty bad. Its not finished nor professional." I say continuing to flip through the pages of my journal.
"No no no, it was really good Kayla. I'm not just saying that either." Niall says looking me in the eyes and smiling.
Smiling back, I reply with a simple 'thank you' and continue to work in my journal.
~~~~time lap~~~~~
7:00 pm
Its now early nighttime and Niall just asked to see me upstairs. He already walked up and told me to meet him in his room. Step by step, i walk up the steps. Worried that he wants to talk about something bad, I take a deep breath. Walking into the room, the lights are off when i feel a hand snake around my waist and a pair of lips crash onto mine.
Authors Note: LMAO hey guys. ok so some of you wanted to update and i kinda needed to get the boring chapter out of the way because its the morning after her breakdown and i wanted everything to kind of go back to normal. i hate books that have TOO much drama so i tried to just do a normal calm day. the end of the chapter is there so that way i can start the next chapter with a steamy session (; so be excited for that, i will update it either later or sometime this week. Once again, I am sorry that this is SO FUCKING BORING but next chapter will be better. I promise. LOve you all! xx
PS. I COMPLETLEY MADE THAT POEM UP OFF OF THE TOP OF MY HEAD SO IM REALLY REALLY SORRY THAT IT SUCKS HAHA OK LOVE YOU ALL BYE <3
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