Nobody Said it was Easy // Taylor Caniff and Cameron Dallas

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-Layla
Taylors POV
When I heard the knocking at the door, i thought it must be my parents. Then, my phone was on, and it was a message from mom.
Looks like we will be staying here for 2 more weeks minimum, love ya bunches!
I sighed and read the note next to my phone and smiled.
Then i walked down the stairs. I wondered who would possibly be at the door at 11 pm. When I opened it, worry flooded my features. There was Quinn, alone on the steps, softly crying.
Quinns POV
I looked up to see a blurry-from-tears, worried Taylor, heavy with sleep. He didn't ask questions, just crouched down next to where I sat and whispered, "Its alright." He kissed the top of my black hair and carried me inside.
I did not object. It felt nice to be held and cared about.
Taylor carefully propped me up on the couch and wiped away the tears. I raised my eyes to his. My eyes looked duller than usual. The electric blue had been washed out and replaced with a cloudy grey. I sniffed.
He offered me a small smile and sat next to me. He rubbed my arms in a soothing motion. "Whats wrong, Quinn?" His hazel eyes bored into my grey ones.
I closed my eyes and pulled my knees up to my chest. A lone tear made its way down my face as i wrapped my arms around my legs and leaned into Taylor. He brushed his thumb across my cheek, taking the tear with it.
I opened her eyes and rested my chin on my knees. I managed to croak out, "My mom cane come. I don't want to talk about it." Sniff. "Not yet. It still hurts too much."
Taylors POV
I nodded my head. I understood. In this moment, my eyes far away, I decided to trust her with something I would never tell a single soul besides the one i love. "When I was 9, my dad left."
Quinn looked up at me and rubbed her eyes. In a barely audible whisper, "I'm sorry..."
I gave a small, sad chuckle. "Thank you, but I'm not telling you think so you will feel sorry for me. I just want you to know it gets better." I pecked her on the cheek. "Would you like to hear the story?"
Quinn nodded. She would give anything to forget the hate and sorrow inside.
When she closed her eyes, i began. "He just walked out. I came home from school to find my mother crying. I ran to her, but she just wouldn't stop. I thought my father could help, but it turns out he was the one causing the problem." I smiled regretfully. "I ran to him. I grabbed his hand and tried pulling him to my mother. He had a hard look in his eyes. He shoved me aside and started packing. I grabbed his arm and wouldn't let go. I was crying so hard and yelling 'Daddy, don't leave us! We need you!' He looked as if he didn't even care. He left without looking back. I cried myself to sleep every night until the night of my 13th birthday. That was the night I finally realized I didn't need him. I survived and my mom had already remarried. She was happier. Nothing happens without a consequence, but every consequence has to happen to shape you into the person you have you be."
Quinns face was still red and her eyes were glassy, but she laughed quiety. "Thats terrible."
I smiled Quinns favorite, crooked smile. I said, "I know. But I would probably be a very depressed person with parent issues if it didn't happen."
"So instead, you have mental issues."
"Haha. Funny. What I'm trying to say is that it will get better. Just don't let it get to you."
Now, Quinn looked at me with a serious face. "You have no idea how much that helped me." She started to thank me, but I just pressed my lips to hers. After a while, I murmured against her lips, "Not time to apologize. Time for kissing."
I had never experienced a kiss so sweet. It was so gentle and soft, but was hungry for more at the same time. She deepened the kiss, parting her lips. I responded, then pulled away, gasping for air. Both of us were breathing heavily.
I shook my chestnut hair and said, "Quinn Tracy, you are a dangerous animal."
She smirked.
Smiling, I cocked my head. "Do you have to leave soon? Cause I would be more than likely to continue making out with you until forced to stop."
She looked away nervously. "About that... my dad kind of kicked me out for the night because I freaked out in the middle of the road."
"I think you had a pretty good reason."
"Me, too. Me, too..."
"Looks like we get to keep making out in the dark after all."
Quinn started to say thank you, but just leaned in and kissed me instead. Then, she said, "We have to sleep at some point. Race ya!"
We raced up the stairs like 5 year olds. When Quinn got to my room, she turned around to rub it in my face, but I just muttered, "Shut up." And I kissed her until we couldn't breath anymore.