In search of happiness ~don't recommend reading this-

A Team

He softly kissed me on the lips and looked into my eyes.

"Kendall Maximum Hewthorne would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" he asked me. His eyes twinkled with worry. Was he actually worried I'd say no? Does he really care about me? Ehh, I'll guess we'll find out. I know I’ve never been to kin of relationships, but it’s a fresh start.

Without hesitation I smiled and said "Harold Edward Styles the honor would be all mine"

He grinned like a little boy opening a present and hugged me. He then stood up and picked me up with him. He kissed me once more before dropping me on the bed and walking over to his closet. He got out some sweats a jack and wills hoodie and changed right in front of me.

"I like the view" I said winking.

He chuckled and jumped on bed. We cuddled together. I laid my head on his chest while he played with my hair.

We stayed up all night talking about everything and nothing.

He told me everything from his favorite color to his family to his ex-girlfriends. Yeah we talked about that, and it wasn't awkward at all.

I told him about my fear of spiders, and how I've always wanted a puppy! I told him about how insecure I was, and how I used to cut myself.

"Sing to me?" I asked him, already feeling my eyelids getting heavy.

"Okay, I'll sing you one of my favorite songs" he said.

'White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

Go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

 And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim, stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

An angel will die

Covered in white

Closed eye

And hoping for a better life

This time, we'll fade out tonight

Straight down the line

And they say

The in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since 18

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

They scream

The worst things in life come free to us

And we're all under the upperhand

And go mad for a couple grams

And we don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe we fly to the Motherland

Or sell love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

To fly, fly

Angels to fly

To fly, to fly

For angels to die

Skyler's POV

 Me and Liam stayed up all night watching movies and getting to know each other. I told him about myself, and he told me about himself.

I even told him about my eating disorder.

Yes, I have an eating disorder. My mom used to call me fat, since I was like five. That's why I was more of a daddy's girl. No one knew, and I only told my sisters recently. That's why the whole her not feeding us was not a huge problem for me. I don’t even know how he got me to admit it, I couldn’t even admit it to myself.

We talked and laughed. We cuddled and sang together. I love this.

It was already sunrise. wow, we pulled an all nighter, cool. I slowly drifted off to sleep with his arms around my waist.