Endless Love || Hayes Grier

Chapter 7

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Laura POV

Me and Hayes were lying on the couch and watching Frozen while the other guys went out for pizza.

"I'll be right back." He said, kissing my cheek and entering the kitchen.

I sighed and pushed my sleeves up.

The scars were hard to hide. Especially since it's summer.

There weren't too many scars, but enough to wanna hide them.

I realized I had been staring off into space when my favorite song from the movie came on.

Let it go.

I immediately got up and started singing and dancing.

After a couple of minutes I had come to my favorite part of the song and prepared to belt out the note.

"The past is in the past." I sung out the note and begin dancing again until I heard a fit of from the kitchen door.

"That was great babe." Hayes laughed.

I blushed.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, laughing along.

"Long enough." He smiled. "Your voice is actually really good."

"You're just saying that because you're my boyfriend." I joked, still not believing after all this time he was my boyfriend.

"No. I'm serious. You should do a cover with Shawn sometime!" He smiled widely about his "great idea".

"How about no." I said.

"Why nottttttttt?" He groaned.

"Because I can't sing." I told him simply.

"Yes you can. I bet the fans would think so too." He laughed before starting to walk back to the couch.

"I doubt it. They hate me already." I mumbled.

He stopped in his tracks and turned around.

"The fans hate you?" He asked confused.

"Haven't you seen the tweets?" I asked.

"Show me." He demanded.

"Hayes. It's fine." I said, trying to calm him down.

"Show me. The tweets." He demanded again.

I pulled out my phone and opened up twitter.

He scrolled through my mentions and his face got even angrier.

"Laura why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"I didn't think it was a big deal."

Lie.

"They don't affect me anyways."

Another lie.

Hayes ran a hand through his hair.

He continued looking through the tweets and his face turned from anger to fear, confusion, and concern.

"Show me your wrists Laura." He demanded again, though his voice softer this time.

Oh no.

I gulped before pushing my sleeves back up because they had fallen down from earlier.

He grabbed my arm and stared at the scars.