Broken

4-Treat Her Right

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Katelyn's P.O.V.
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I've never been the type of girl to cry over heartbreak, but this is a different type of heartbreak. It wasn't broken by just a guy. It was broken by my brother; the one person I forever trusted. Part of me wants to hate him, but I know that we're not suppose to hate anyone. I love him. He is my brother and nothing will change it.

I turn on my side, to face Liam. His sleeping face is just so adorable. He sleeps on his left side, facing me. His mouth is opened slightly and his hands lie under his head. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. He tossed and turned all night. I know he did. I could feel him beside me. Sometimes, I would wake up just to make sure that he is still beside me. I just don't want to lose him. Sometimes, I wonder if Liam is in my dreams. What if one day I woke up and he was gone? What if he is in my head and everything happening is just a hallucination. Harry was always the one I would turn to, and Liam's advice is the best thing now that Harry and I aren't talking. I don't want Liam to turn on me. Harry already has, and honestly, I have no idea why. Why doesn't he accept the fact that I love Liam? I don't like his girlfriend, and I told Harry that, but it's not like I go off screaming about it and hitting him.

There has always been those times as children where you envy your sibling, but that's just natural. It usually happens with siblings with an age gap. We only have a 2 year gap, but I still felt like Harry got to do a lot more than I did. There was a time where I just felt like I was locked up in my house while Harry was out with his friends. I'm sure Harry felt the same way. The thing is, as kids, we fought over the stupidest things. Those things were easy to forgive and forget. They were nothing like this. I know that there is a solution to this problem. Every conflict has a resolution, or at least that's what my english teacher said, but I'm just not sure what that solution is. It may just take time. Most things take time.

"Gosh," I mumble, rubbing my eyes. I feel Liam stir beside me.

"You okay?" He asks, placing a cold hand against my shoulder. His voice is raspy, still coated with the effects of sleep. He sits up.

"I'm fine, just thinking. Sorry I woke you," I reply, climbing out of bed, "Get a little more rest. I'm going to make some breakfast." I feel Liam lie back down and take a deep breath.

"I'll get up. We haven't bought food yet," he says, beginning to slide out of bed. I push him back in.

"I'll go. There's a Walmart just down the road" I tell him, walking to the already filled closet. I hear his feet pad against the floor.

"Alright, be careful, babe. Love you." I feel his arms wrap around my stomach in a warm embrace. I'm surprised that he didn't put up a fight because I'm "risking my safety." It is probably the effects of sleep clinging to his brain.

"I've got to get dressed," I whisper in his ear, pulling away. I open my walk-in closet and examine my options. It's an off day. Casual attire. I pull out a pair of black sweatpants and a white t-shirt that says "Future Mrs. Payne." It makes me laugh because it is true. Fans wear the same shirt in hope that it is true. I wear it knowing that it is true. I grab a pair of Nike tennis shoes and some socks. I head into the bathroom and look into the mirror. My skin is pale and a white gauze is taped to my cheek.

After throwing my clothes on in the bathroom, I grab my credit card and Liam's keys and head out the door. Liam's car is a navy blue model from a couple years ago, but overall, it looks brand new. The interior is black leather. I climb into the driver's seat and put the key into the ignition. I turn it and the car rumbles to life. I push the gear into drive and ride out of our driveway. Halfway down the backroad, I switch on the radio thinking some light music will get my mind off of things. Night Changes comes on. It just reminds me so much of my first date. No, Liam didn't puke in my hat, but like in the music video, our date went from good to horrible. It's not even worth talking about.