*** Meghan's POV ***
I turned my hand over and showed my wrist too matt. He grabbed my hand softly and gasped.
"Meg.." he said and swiped his thumb over my scars causing me too shiver.
"I stopped." I told matt.
"why did you do this though?" He asked.
I then told the story too matt. The same one I told too taylor.
"why the fuck would someone do that to you?" Matt said and I shrugged my shoulders crying.
"I don't know why I'm crying. It's just me and taylor were kissing and it was getting really deep and I had flashbacks of when..." I couldn't say more I started to cry even more.
"shh it's okay babe" Matt whispered putting his arm around me rubbing my back.
"We all love you.. who cares about that jerk or anyone at your school" Matt said which made me feel better.
"Thanks matt." I said and hugged him. he hugged me back and I smiled into his hair.
We both let go and went up stairs.
We went in the elevator and it was silent...
"all the boys saw me just crying when I walked In. Can you explain everything to them for me, please?" I asked matt and he nodded his head. When we got to are floor I started to walk to my room but I felt matts warm hand on my shoulder and I turned around.
"stay strong" He forced a smile on his face and I smiled and nodded my head going back into my room to find taylor sitting on the bed on his phone and hayes sleeping.
"Baby" Taylor said getting up.
"I'm fine.. I just broke down.. Thinking of zack.." I said and a tear fell from his eye. That broke me...
"Don't cry.." I said to him and he hugged me. One of those bone crushing hugs.
before I could say anything else the door swung open with all of the boys and they all tackled me.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" they all screamed.
Hayes woke and and joined in.
"thanks guys" I smiled and they all got off.
"we have presents for you but your gonna have to wait untill tmmw" Nash said and winked.
"I want them now" I wined.
"Nope sorry bye love you" Nash said and they all left. wow thanks guys... haha.
My phone started to blow up and it was ' happy birthdays from everyone '
@camerondallas: Happy too my favorite person ever, I love you so much. Your always there for me and I'm always there for you. Your gonna love my gift ;)
@nashgrier: Happy birthday to my fav sis. Words can't explain how much I love you and your going to LOVE your gift.
@hayesgrier: happy birthday to my big sis that's always there for me. I love you so much and I'm so excited for you too see your gift ;)
and all the other boys gave me birthday shutouts but taylor. He was sitting on his phone typing away. but it's deffintly not a tweet because it's too many characters for twitter.
Taylor left the room and I was confused but I layed on my bed and scrolled through my twitter.
#happybirthdaymeg was trending which made me smile.
My phone went off and it was a text from taylor. It was fucking long as shit.
Taylor: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYYY. YOUR 18.. Your the most beautiful girl I know and I love you too the moon and back. I know we met not too long ago but it feels like I've known you for the longest time. I'm always here for you. Through everything. I know some of my ' fans ' don't support us but don't mind them. There just jelly babe :) but your gonna love all of are gifts and I'm gonna give you one right now just wait because me and the boys are talking about your presents ;) but I'm glad I met you.. your beautiful and I love you your gonna have a banging birthday tbh... I'll be in there in a few :)))
I smiled and texted him back.
Me: I love you so much tay, hurry UPPP I want my gifts :)
Seconds later taylor came in the room with something behind his back..
"I wanna see" I said and he smiled and kissed my lips.
"That's your first gift" He said letting go of the kiss and I giggled.
"and here's your second.." he said taking the thing behind his back and handed me a ' vans ' box.
I opened it and it was a pair of galaxy vans.... The ones I wanted. I remember telling him I wanted them on FaceTime last week.
"thank you so much" I said and hugged him dropping the shoes into the bed.
"anything for you" He said into my hair.
