Never should have happened

Perfect morning

*Kate's POV*

I could feel the sun shining down on me, he forgot to close the blinds again. My body was still half asleep as I rolled over, "You left the blinds open again." I yawned as I spoke to him in little more than a whisper. I could feel him smile and laugh before he kissed my face, "You know I like to watch the stars." I couldn't believe how early it was, it was only 6am. "Buy a telescope then Liam, I'm sick of being woken up at the butt crack of dawn everyday." I said it with a smile, but honestly, I didn't sleep well, so being woken up super early did not help. I couldn't stay angry at him though, his hair looked like fire in the morning, the sun made it bright orange, compared to it's usual dull, muddy brown. "Stop staring at me," he mumbled as he covered his head with a pillow, "It's so creepy." I can't believe I got so lucky, it's stupid to think, but meeting him was the best moment of my life. In this moment, laying next to him with my cold hands pressed against his warm chest feeling his heart beat, I am insanely and perfectly happy. And nothing, and no one, could destroy this. But something did.

I couldn't help but feel like something was off for the rest of the morning. He barely spoke, and every word he said was filled with a kind of sadness I couldn't understand. "Do we have any milk?" I questioned from the kitchen bench, I could see Liam searching through the fridge, for god knows what, considering we hadn't been shopping in a week. He sighed at my question and didn't reply, I knew he was upset, but I didn't know why. My mind scurried through everything that had happened since last night, dinner, movie, sleep, nothing out of the ordinary. What the hell is wrong with him? I couldn't help but think it was something I did, did I talk in my sleep or walk around again, did I keep him awake last night, but he was okay this morning. "I give up." I sighed as I walked off, more like ran, as I realised I had spoken out loud. I went to our room, but I locked the door and buried my head in my pillow, trying to shut out the voices in my head with my screams, that quickly became sobs.

I was so destroyed, because this wasn't what we were meant to be. We had always been stronger than this. And we had always been together. We stuck together through everything, regardless of our fighting or bickering, we fought through. Even on the days that I had screwed up massively, and broken a vase, or that one time I broke a window. He didn't get angry. He just sighed slightly but kept his feelings inside. I could not understand why he was being like this. What was going through his head? I just hoped he would pull himself together, so that I would be able to pull myself together. I hated crying more than anything, it made me feel awful. I felt as if I was using my emotions against him. People had always said I'd been doing that. Ever since I was little, apparently I would cry to get my way. But now I was older, it was my last option. It was what happened when I broke down. I couldn't understand how I was crumbling, and he was already so distant.

What had happened? Why had we become like this? I couldn't hold anything back anymore and I could feel hot tears running down my face and into my pillow. I knew Liam would be able to hear me, but I didn't care. Maybe he needed to feel the pain I felt to understand. I knew that after this moment, this "fight" we would never be the same. It took me back to the night we met. The party, the lights, the music and us. That night, there was something about it, I couldn't place my finger on it, but I knew. I knew right then, that I would love him forever. And to think, I wasn't even supposed to be there, I shouldn't have met him, and this shouldn't be happening. How different life would be if I had never met him.