Valentine's Day.

The one day of the year Kendall Knight hated the most. No matter what Kendall's situation was, he was always alone on the most romantic day of the year. All he wanted was to spend one Valentine's Day spoiling the one person who took his breath away. But destiny never wanted Kendall to be happy. Destiny wanted the boy to suffer, make him work for the things that mattered.

Just by looking at him, no one would be able to begin to understand the pain the boy was hiding. His dirty blonde hair was scruffy just like every other boy his age. His plaid shirts clung to his faintly exposed muscles hiding his self-inflicted scars that painted his body unbeknown to his friends and family. The boy had been through more in his eighteen years of life then most people would go through their whole lifetime.

It all began a week after his seventh birthday. He returned home from his best friend's house to find constant yelling coming from his parent's bedroom. He edged his way slowly up the stairs, step by step, listening as the shouting became louder with each step of the ascent. He flinched as he reached the bedroom door just as it was being yanked open. A man about six foot tall stormed out with a suitcase in his hand.

"Daddy? Are you going somewhere?" The older blonde stormed past his son without breathing a word and took of down the steps, ignoring the high-pitched screams from Kendall's mother. "Mommy? Where's daddy going?" And yet again, Kendall was ignored by one of the two people that he cared most about.

The sound of a crying baby mixed with the screams of the adult women causing the most ear splitting noise Kendall had ever experienced. Kendall's mom thundered past the small boy to the room with the crying baby. Kendall's baby sister.

That was the first memory the small blonde boy had of Valentine's Day and it began just how each one progressed. Painfully.

Kendall's mom later explained to him that she had returned home early from work one evening to find him 'playing' with another women. And from that moment his mother began drilling into his brain that men that cheated deserved none of their love, that his father was as good as dead to them.

And from that day, Kendall's childhood was put into fast forward. He found himself growing up faster then he should have. It all began with him having to pick out his own clothes in the morning and continue to dress himself. Finding it later progressing to doing the same chore for his little sister. Kendall should have seen this as a sign that things were only going to get worse. But why would he have? He was only seven after all. But when his mother soon stopped waking up to see him off to school, he found himself not only looking after himself and his baby sister, but his mother.

It took his mother the best part of a year to get herself together. But it was too late, the blonde had already fallen into routine, he had convinced himself that he didn't need anyone. They needed him.

Kendall spent the next seven years fending for himself, helping to look after Katie and his mother. Kendall wasn't happy, he was just living.

Then came along the thing every teenager dreaded; puberty. With every spot that formed on his face and every hair that sprouted in the oddest of places, Kendall found himself drifting from the norm. While all his friends spoke about the cute blonde girl that sat at the back of their class, Kendall couldn't help but notice the cute blonde girl's twin brother. That was the day that Kendall began to realize that he wasn't normal. That was the day that Kendall went home and cut himself.

Upon realizing that her son was beginning the process of becoming a man, she had rushed out and bought him his first razor, despite the fact that Kendall's face was still as smooth as a baby's bottom. Kendall threw his bag at the bottom of the stairs before rushing up into the bathroom, ripping open the packaging and removing his red and white checkered shirt. His hands were shaking uncontrollably as he placed the blades of the razor to his chest, the cold metal sending chills through his body. Kendall hesitated. What was he doing? Why was he thinking of purposely hurting himself? He went to take the blades from his skin when a voice echoed in his head. 'You're not normal. You're a freak. You need to be punished.' And with that voice, he increased the pressure of the razor, his skin silently screaming as the blades ripped through the perfect skin, relief washing over his body as the warm blood dripped down his toneless torso.

That was the day that Kendall's daily routine changed. Every time he would think of a boy in the way he was supposed to think of a girl, a fresh cut made it's way onto his body. With every cut Kendall's self-confidence would take a knock too. Until eventually he found himself cutting himself due to the hideous figure staring him back in the mirror.

Fast forward three more years and nothing had changed. Kendall still struggled through school, still played the father role for Katie, and still cut himself when he thought about boys.

Saturday night, Kendall found himself saying goodbye to one of the last good things in his life. James Diamond. James had been his best friends since preschool. The two were inseparable. That was until his mother decided to move to San Diego after her divorce turned sour. James' father had received everything in the divorce, everything besides James. Brooke, realized she had nothing left, was forced to move back to her parents' house in San Diego.

That was why Kendall found himself at James' father's house surrounded by hundreds of drunken teens all dancing beneath a 'We'll Miss You James' banner that stretched across the entire length of the room.

"Come on Kendall. Just have a drink. Let loose. It's my last day." James whined forcefully shoving a red solo cup full to the brim of beer into the blonde's hand. Kendall reluctantly accepted the drink, downing it in one failed gulp. Kendall held back at retch as he slammed the cup down onto the surface behind him. Kendall rarely drank alcohol. He didn't see the point of it. He already felt numb inside. He didn't need poison inside him to aid it. But he could never say no to the beautiful boy.

Kendall had lost count of the amount of times he had cut himself over his best friend. Pressing down twice as hard. He's your best friend, who's a boy, it's twice as wrong.

"Wow! Now let's go do some shots." Kendall found himself being dragged from the room into the slightly cooler, less crowded kitchen.

Kendall necked shot after shot until the numbness he usually felt became mixed with the dizziness in his head causing vomit to begin rising up his throat. He clutched his hand to his mouth and began stumbling his way hastily to the bathroom, the sound of James' laughter fading slowly with each step.

Kendall pulled his head out of the toilet bowl and wiped his mouth on some discarded toilet paper.

"Feeling better?" Kendall groaned as he looked up, only to be greeted with a blurred figure.

"Yeah." He slurred as he was offered a hand to get to his feet. "Thanks."

"No problem. It's Kendall right? I'm Jules."

"Nice to meet you Jules."

That was the last thing Kendall could remember from that night. The next memory he had was waking up to this Jules girl the morning after wearing nothing but his socks.

If Kendall thought his life was messed up before, he had no idea what destiny now had in store for him.

Kendall sighed as he struggled to heave the pushchair up onto the train. He glanced into the busy carriage only to be disappointed that there were no available seats. Two and half hours of standing in the vestibule with two eighteen-month children. This trip had better be worth it.

"Excuse me." Kendall sighed yet again as four people waited to push past him to get on to the busy train. "Ally, come here." The small boy obeyed his father's orders and hurried to grab hold of Kendall's hand. He lifted him up and began maneuvering the buggy the best he could do with just one hand.

"D'you want me to take him?" asked the strange voice. Kendall looked over to see a small brunette boy smiling back at him.

"If you could?" Kendall replied, his stress levels beginning to threaten to boil over. He lifted the small boy over to the brunette stranger to hold as he pushed the pushchair further into the corner. The four impatient passengers exhaled as they shuffled through attempting a search for empty seats. Kendall slammed the train door shut and turned back to the stranger who was holding his fussy child.

"I don't think he likes me."

"No, he's just being a pain today." Kendall replied as he took the boy from the uncomfortable brunette, rocking him gently and making shushing sounds.

"I'm Logan."

"Kendall." He replied, not making eye contact with the other boy. The train finally began to rock with movement and Kendall placed Ally back onto the floor.

"Going any where nice?"

"We're just visiting a friend in San Diego." Kendall frowned slightly when he realized how rude he ad sounded. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound so rude. Travelling's just a bit…stressful with the boys."

"No worries." Logan replied, turning away from the boy and his children and taking out an iPad from his backpack.