Those Five Boys {EDITING ATM}

Chapter 4

Liam's POV

A bunch of questions start to swim through my head as I think. But I immediately know what to ask her.

"How long have you been cutting?" I ask, and her expression changes instantly.

S.hit. Did I upset her?

"It started a couple weeks after my freshman year." She says, sighing shakily. I watch her as she tries to blink away her tears, but it doesn't seem to work at all.

"You can trust me." I try to assure her, hoping that she will.

"How can I trust you?" Claire gives me an intense stare. "All you do is make fun of me, beat me, call me names. You never got to know me, you and your friends just love to hurt me, over and over again. I don't know what I set off in your group for you to hate me. I was so happy back then, and look at me now. I don't have friends, my parents constantly working so they never have time for me, I don't have a life." She says, finally letting her tears go as she sobs. It's like she's been holding all of this in, waiting for someone to set it off, like a bomb.

I feel so damn bad for her. She doesn't deserve all the s.hit we give her. We're breaking her down every single time we taunt her.

I pull her into a hug as she continues sobs into my chest, not caring if my shirt gets wet.

She needs someone to care for her and treat her right. She is so vulnerable right now and I couldn't take it. What felt like hours, she pulls away, wiping her red, puffy eyes.

"I didn't mean to upset you." I apologize, frowning.

"No, it's fine," she sighs, "I didn't mean to get your shirt wet." She mumbles, pointing to my shirt.

"It's okay." I chuckle softly at the light moment.

"Is it okay if I ask you a question?"

"Yeah." I nod, wondering what she's going to ask me.

Claire's POV

I have to know if Harry knows I'm here. What if he's coming over now? I glance at the clock and it's 11pm. Whoa. Did I really cry for two hours?

"Does Harry know I'm here?" I ask, feeling more nervous at the thought of Harry. I really don't want to have more cuts and bruises from him today.

"Not he doesn't, don't worry about him right now." Liam assures me, making me slightly less worried.

"How can I not worry right now, Harry can burst through the door any minute now and I can't handle him at the moment." I sigh frustratingly.

Harry is the one I'm most afraid of because he does the most damage to me. Some days I just can't take it, but there's a little voice in my head telling me to just get through the day.

"Harry is at dinner with his family right now." Liam assures me, my nerves having almost vanished.

Liam's POV

I may have lied about Harry having dinner with his family. I just don't want to worry Claire about him now.

Checking my phone, I notice I've received twenty text messages from him. His recent one was five minutes ago.

Harry:

'Are you dead or something?'

Me:

'No I had a shit load of homework to do, sorry.'

Harry:

'Well I was bored the whole day. Can I come over?'

Me:

'Nope'

Harry:

'Whatever.'

Not bothering to reply back, I lock my phone and put it back in my pocket. I don't want him to be curious and just come here unexpectedly. Claire has a lot on herself right now, and she needs to rest. Glancing at the clock, I realize that it's 11:30pm right now.

"I can take the couch while you sleep on my bed." I tell her, standing up.

"No you sleep in your bed, I can take the couch." She tries to argue with me.

Without a word, I grab a blanket from the closet and lay it on the couch. Laying on the couch, I make myself comfortable as Claire stares at me.

"Sorry Claire, I'm pretty comfortable on the couch so you have to take my bed." I sigh triumphantly, hearing a small giggle slip through her lips.

"Fine, goodnight Liam." She shakes her head as she begins to walk upstairs.

"Goodnight Claire." I practically shout causing her to shush me.

My eyes began to feel heavy as I close them, letting sleep take over me.

Claire's POV

After Liam yells me goodnight and I can't help but feel tingly. No one has really ever told me goodnight before. Yeah I know it's crazy but it's true.

Heading upstairs to his bedroom, I get upset the covers and lay on my back.

Today was pretty dramatic, to sum everything up. Liam actually cares about me? No, he doesn't. Wait does he? All these thought are swarming in my mind making me groan as I turn so I'm laying on my side, trying to fall asleep.