Standing Strong even Alone

"You've got tons to live for, I mean, Liam you're famous. What am I? Nothing. I doubt you even love me like you say you do." Liam's eyes start to tear up as a crystal tear drop falls. He takes me into his arms onto the bed.
"I love you so much, I won't let anyone change that. I'll never stop loving you." Liam say before kissing me slowly.


3. Little Things


Liam's POV
"Zoe, Zoe...ZOE?!" I gasp as I look at her fresh cuts on her legs and arms. Her breathing fast as the blood leaks from her deep wounds. I knelt down next to her looking over her arms and the deep cuts, the sharp nails on her fingers tips. Seem she's sharpened them enough to be like thin blades. I take off my shirt wrapping her arm tightly, I look over her beautiful tanned legs, her perfect long blond locks. How could she be so unhappy? She's perfect... I look at her phone witch was open on her twitter. All the hate tweets that she's sent every single day, saying she's no good for me and she's worthless. She opens up her eyes and looks at my bare chest. 
"You're really hot." She sighs, I let a small chuckle leave my pressed together lips. I glance at her bleeding leg, I run into the bathroom pulling out the large First Aid kit I had bought a while ago. Rushing into the room pulling items out left and right. I go into her phone and delete the Twitter App also blocking it. I was planing to tweet about a million tweets about the hate she's getting. After her cut up leg is wrapped perfectly safe. I pull out the nail clippers cutting off the long talons she's grown. 
I scoop her up bridal style and carry her to the living room. Where all the boys sat. I lay her in the Lazy Boy I was sitting in before I found her almost lifeless. 
"Holy shit! What happened to Zoe!" Louis gasps looking at her leg and arm. 
"It's a secret..." I mumble, Harry grabs my hand and tugs me into the hallway. 
"What the hell happened, and why is your shirt gone?" He says glancing back into the living room. 
"She cuts...She has for about a year now... I just found out last night..." I speak softly, Harry's green orbs widen. 
"She cuts?" He ask with an eyebrow raised. "Why?" He asks shaking his head, I grab his wrist tugging him to follow. I run up the stairs into the bed witch she almost laid lifeless... I pick up her iPhone 4S witch was still open on her Twitter page. I hand the phone to Hazza, his mouth gapes a tad as he reads the messages. 
"This is... Horrible!" He throws the phone down on the bed as he grips his curly locks. 
"Chill, will... Put a stop to it as soon as we talk to management, I mean if it makes us mad it'll make them mad... Right?" I say shaking my head. 
"She could of died..." Harry says looking back at Zoe's cut up leg and arm. "This is my fault..." I hear Harry mumble with his breath. 
"What's your fault?" I say placing my hand on his back. 
"What?" He asks with a eye brow raised. 
"You said something was all your fault.." I hiss at him. 
"Oh, that's nothing." He says walking back down the stairs.

Zoe's POV 
The burning in my body died down. Harry, Liam, Louis, Niall, and Zayn eyes stay locked on my legs and the marks and scars. Liam traces his hands over the deep marks. He picks me up bridal style and heads to our bedroom. The darkness of the night shining through through the windows. The full moons moon light illuminating the room. Reflecting on the white silk covers. 
"You're so beautiful... How can I get you to believe it?" He whispers into my neck.
"You'll never get me too.." I basically groan. 
"Just tell me, Zoe." He says looking me in the eyes. His perfect face glowing in the light of the moon. "Your hand fits in mine like its made just for me. But bear this in mind it was meant to be... And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your check and it all makes sense to me. I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you've never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine but I love them endlessly." He sings softly in my ear, his arms snake around my waste making me melt back into him. "I won't let these little things slip, out of my mouth. And if I do, it's you, oh it's you. They add up too. I'm in love with you, and all these Little Things." His hand running up and down my back making the feeling of sharp pain melt away. "You can't go to bed without a cup of tea, and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep and it makes no sense to me." His voice becoming softer and softer. His hand soothing the pain that burns in my back. "I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on type, you never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me." I feel the tears forming in my eyes that I cat hold back any longer. 
"Liam! I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being so unhappy... I'm so sorry." I cry into his chest. His hand runs more fast up and down my spine hitting a spot of pain. Making me yelp with tears. 
"You're perfect... You're beautiful... Don't ever feel wrong about that..." He kisses my neck before continuing the sweet song.

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