Cover Girl - A Kaila One Shot ✔️

Here's The Story! Enjoy!

Outfits:

Me: cgi/set?id=89320058

Him: cgi/set?id=89320579

(He's in BTR)

*Jaila's POV:*

I stare at my computer screen in front of me, shocked and hurt. Tears fill my chocolate brown eyes.

Suddenly, the front door opens. "Babe? I'm home!" Kendall shouts, as the door closes behind him.

I bite my lip and close my laptop. I get out of my Indian-style position on the bed and walk downstairs.

"Hey, beautiful." He kisses me for a second, then pulls away.

"Hey." My voice breaks a bit, so I clear my throat.

"You okay?"

I nod. "Yeah." I gently hug myself.

He looks me dead in the eyes. His green eyes look worried. "What's wrong?"

I shake my head. "Nothing."

"Then why do you look like you're about to burst into tears at any second?" He grabs my hands.

I sigh. I look down at our intertwined fingers.

"Please tell me what's wrong. I gotta know what's hurting you." He puts a piece of my dark brown hair behind my right ear with his fingers, his fingertips slightly going across my jaw line. His fingertips reach my chin, lifting my head up. He brings me closer and his hot breath hits my face when he breathes. He kisses me.

I kiss back with slight hesitation. I don't think he notices, because he pulls me closer, if possible.

He puts his hands on my waist.

I pull away. "Babe." I feel tears coming again.

He looks at me. "Yeah?" He looks really worried now.

"Come on." I lead him upstairs to our room. When I see my laptop, a tear starts to fall. I walk over to our bed and open my laptop. Sitting on the bed up against the pillows, I bring my knees up to my chest, making an upside down V.

"What's this?" He asks, sitting on our bed next to me.

I wipe my tears.

He reads it. "Oh my god!" He looks at me. "I can't believe you got..." He closes the laptop and pushes it away from us.

I didn't have to hear the next word: Hate.

Tears stream down my face. I remember the first one on the screen:

@jailaurban Go die in hell, bitch! No one gives a damn about you, and Kendall doesn't even deserve a slut like you. #ByeJaila #JailasABitch

And another one:

@jailaurban You're ugly, stupid, and fat. You should just break up with Kendall. #JailasSecretlyAPig #ByeJaila #KendallDeservesBetter

They all just basically say the same thing; and as my timeline refresh's, it gets worse: the hashtags, the tweets, everything on my feed. It just goes downhill from there.

"Shhh... It's okay..." He pulls me into a gentle hug, kissing my hair. He slowly pulls me onto his lap. He strokes my hair. "It's okay, baby. It's okay..."

I lose it and sob into his chest. I feel his muscles tighten a tiny bit around me.

We sit there for I don't know how long.

"How long has this been going on?" He asks, just slightly going over a whisper.

"Not very long. I usually just block them or ignore them if it happens... It's usually not this bad..." I say in the same tone, trailing off.