Rebecca's POV

I woke up, slightly disappoined that I did indeed wake up, with a tired groan, my body definitely not ready to take on the day.

I brushed my teeth and left my hair the way it was, since my curls looked decent enough to be seen out in public with, and then I walked out of my bathroom to go downstairs.

I went downstairs to see Liam, as always since he is always the first one up, sitting at the island in the kitchen as he sipped from his cup of coffee in pure bliss with one hand while reading a newspaper with the other.

"Good morning, Becca!" He said in a cheer, his smile large and big at the sight of me.

"Mornin' Liam" I muttered, not feeling the whole smiley vibe that he was giving off.

I loved it on him, I just don't feel like having it on me at the moment.

I walked to the other side of the island with a bowl of milk and a box of cereal, preparing my breakfast across from him.

"Rebecca? Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

I looked up into his eyes and felt a wash of overwhelming anxiety overcome me.

No one ever asked me if I was okay before.

It seemed like no one cared enough, and I guess that Liam asking me, just made something inside me snap a little.

I felt the tears starting to come and Liam quickly came to me, "Come here, love" He whispered in a soothing voice as he hugged me from behind, my front glued to the counter along with the palms of my hands stuck to the edges.

His warm chest warmed my back through my thin robe and he slowly his hands on my hands, rubbing my knuckles with his thumb, moving slowly upwards and pushing the sleeves of my robe up, soothing me with his relaxed touch.

He turned stiff and tense once he touched the scratchy lines on my wrists that ran up all along my arms like train tacks.

Oh shit.

He spun me around so I was facing him.

I felt my palms getting sweaty as he gently pulled my wrist to himself, lifting my sleeve so he could see the damage.

His didn't cringe, or even say anything, his eyes just traced the lines, switching from line to line to line as he studied it with pained eyes.

"Were you cutting?" He stuttered with a very shaky voice, holding my arm in his hands with a touch so light, as if he was scared to break me.

Ummm, what do I say?

Well, I can't lie.... The evidence is right there. I have to say yes, its not like Iike I got mauled by a bear and only my fore arm suffered from the damages.

I slowly nodded, scared of what his next action would be.

He slowly lifted my arms to his lips and planted light kisses along each line, being as gentle as possible with every touch.

He looked up from my arms once he had covered every area with the tingle of his kiss and then he pulled me into a tight hug, his face buried into my neck.

"You're beautiful, too beautiful. Either way, everyone loves you. You don't need to be doing such a thing, you are too beautiful to harm yourself. I lov- er, Harry loves you with all his heart." He blushed and gave me a smile.

I didn't have to hesitate, I gave him a quick, but sweet, kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, it means.. It means a lot." I blushed at his words repeating themselves in my head, making the room around me spin.

He was about to lean in again when I panicked, and spoke "Erm, I'm gonna go upstair and get my phone!" 

I quickly ran upstairs, leaving poor sweet Liam in the kitchen by himself.

What does this whole thing make us?

Was it just him being nice and sweet, like he always was?

Or did his heart race as fast as mine and did he feel something that he never felt before?

Because, I surely did.

And I loved it.

Liam's POV

I cringed at the sight of her cuts.

They looked deep, just scabbing over.

Without another word, I kissed her arms gently, just lightly pecking them since they looked tender and probably still stung a little.

I had only seen one person with scars and cuts running along their arms, and that person was my best friend, Tanya.

Tanya was carefree and was the kindest person that you would ever meet.

People took advantage of her kindness. Well, one person in particular. Her boyfriend Tyler.

Long story short, he abused her. A lot.

And one day, she finally told me everything, after I found a bruise on her thigh the size of Texas.

She cried and cried and I was there for her. I was the guy she needed in her life when the only one who claimed he loved her, hurt her.

She told me that she burned and cut herself. That she threw up all her meals after she choked them down. She said she skipped food and wouldn't even touch water unless she knew she could make it all come back up.

I never noticed how skinny she was, mainly because her smile was like a curtain. It hid everything that I thought might be a problem for her or to her health, behind closed doors.

We spent that day laughing and dancing to pointless songs that she loved, even though the lyrics made no sense to me, they meant the world to her.

Her smile was back, and it stayed for a remainder of days.

It was great having her back again.

But as the weeks passed, she started fading.

She ignored my phonecalls, emails, texts. Hell, she even ignored me at school. She wouldn't even look at me for a second.

My best friend was distant and she wouldn't tell me why.

A few months later, she commited suicide.

I lost my best friend.

And the girl that I had troublesome feelings for.

I know how it feels to lose someone dear, and so do a lot of people.

But to this, no. I wouldn't allow it.

I wouldn't let Harry or anyone experience what I felt.

And most of all, I didn't want to lose Becca.

I kissed her arms until I felt that I had hit every spot, my lips tingling from her touch.

"You're beautiful, too beautiful. Either way, everyone loves you. You don't need to be doing such a thing, you are too beautiful to harm yourself. I lov- er, Harry loves you with all his heart." Everything was going great, the smile on her face growing along with my confidence, until I also said that I loved her.

I mentally scolded myself.

Liam, you idiot. She's already going through stuff, she doesn't need you to explode your feelings all over her. God. Stupid Liam.

I don't love her like that but... Deep down inside, I do hve some sort of love for her, I just need to determine what kind.

I think its the "More Than A Friend" kind of love.

I continued talking to myself mentally, lost in my thoughts when a pair of lips were pressed against my cheek for a quick peck, snapping me out of my thoughts instantly.

She kissed my cheek and my heart started to flutter, my hands getting clammy with excitement and nerves.

"Thank you, it means.. It means a lot." She blushed, looking at the ground with a hint of a smile in her lips.

We were quiet for a bit, and I felt myself leaning forward.

She moved forward to me, ever so slightly, but then in a panic, spoke "Erm, I'm gonna go upstair and get my phone!" 

I watched as she clumsily ran out of the kitchen, the sound of her feet pitter pattering against the staircase steps getting fainter, and fainter.

I was in a daze from her touch still, but in the back of my mind, I wondered.

Did I do the wrong thing?