"Wake up, my sunshines!" Perrie yelled to Parker and I. I groaned. I got up and rolled him out of bed.
"Okay, okay. I'm up." I smiled and helped him up from the floor. We held hands and walked downstairs.
"I'm not hungry." I told Perrie. She nodded, probably knowing what I was talking about. I sat there as Parker and Perrie ate. At about 10 AM, Parker left.
"Please.." Perrie begged.
"I can't. I'm sorry." A tear slid down my cheek. She nodded and walked upstairs. I went to her door and heard her crying and Zayn trying to comfort her. I hate myself. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. I locked it. My body fell to the floor, tears pouring out of my eyes. I picked myself up and grabbed my razor. Perrie doesn't know where I hide them. I brought it up to my arm and sliced. I kept going until Perrie was banging on my door.
"Kylee, open up!"
"Please. Please don't." I covered my arm and opened the door. My head was spinning, but I managed.
"What did you do?" Her eyes were red and puffy.
"Just hug me. I don't care if I get blood on my shirt." So I did. I hugged her.
"My head hurts, Perrie."
"Okay. Get on my back and we can go get medicine." I jumped on her back and laid my head on her shoulder.
"He's in our room."
"What's he doing?"
"Crying." She answered. I could tell she was crying too.
"I'm sorry." She got medicine for me out of the cupboard. We sat on the couch, my head on her lap. Zayn came down.
"I'm sorry, Zayn."
"I'm glad you're okay." He weakly smiled. He sat at the end of the couch and turned on the TV.
"Parker Campbell seen leaving from the house of Perrie Edwards, Zayn Malik, and Kylee Edwards. Are Parker and Kylee dating?" The news lady said. I got a text. Good thing I grabbed my phone.
'Since everyone believes we're dating, why not? Would you, Kylee Louise Edwards, go out with me?'
'Absolutely! I love you x'
'I love you too, babe. :)'
I got up and jumped around. I guess my head feels better.
"I believe you feel better. Why are you so happy?" Zayn asked.
"Parker asked me out!" I yelled and hugged Perrie.
"Time for overprotective Zayn to step in." Zayn said.
"Oh, hush it." Perrie blew him a kiss.
"Didn't you ever date when you were 14?" I asked Zayn.
"Well, yeah. But you know how dads are."
"No, I don't. I have absolutely no idea how a dad is supposed to act. Or a mum."
"They're supposed to help you, be there for you, let you be yourself." Perrie piped in. I nodded.
"What exactly happened to your parents? If you don't mind me asking." Perrie asked.
"I don't really know. I know they always fought. They put me in the orphanage when I was five so I don't remember much. I do remember them yelling at me a lot and emotionally abusing me." I shrugged.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Zayn hugged me.
"It's okay. Can we stay home today? I really would like to get in a onesie and watch movies."
"Of course." Perrie smiled. I walked upstairs and stripped down to my bra and underwear. I put on my onesie, it matched Perrie's, and then went back downstairs. My phone buzzed. It was twitter. I opened the app.
LittleMixOffic: 'Leave my baby alone! She's the sweetest person if you get to know her. I love you so much @kylee_edwards. Don't let them get to you.'
Kylee_Edwards: 'I love you too @littlemixoffic. I can't promise they won't get to me, but I can try. Perrie, Jesy, Jade, Leigh, you mean the world to me.'
I sat on the couch.
"Let's watch 'The Notebook'. You cry every time you watch it, mum."
"I know. I can't help it!" Zayn put in the movie. We watched it and about four other movies and then we decided to eat. Then we watched more movies until we all crashes out on the couches.