Lily moved in closer to the exposed back of the brunette lying in bed with her. She moved her long dark locks out of the way so she could run her fingers down her back, it was soft and perfect. Miley turned around to look at her girlfriend and Lily felt butterflies as she fell into the wide blue pools that were Miley's eyes.

'Morning,' Miley said sleepily.

'Good morning,' Lily replied, kissing her on the lips and twirling her hair around her fingers. It had grown so long.

Both girls were naked and pressed against each other. Lily bit her girlfriend softly on the shoulder and Miley squeezed Lily's left breast as she gave a happy groan.

'I love you,' Lily said.

'I love you too,' Miley replied 'so much.'

Suddenly both of the girls heard a knock at the door and froze.

'Bud, are you up yet?' Billy-Ray called through the door.

'Just… getting changed dad so don't come in okay?' Miley replied, quickly scrabbling around for the clothes Lily had practically torn off of her last night. They heard Billy-Ray walk off down the hallway and Miley slowed her pace. Lily sat up and tried to pull Miley back to bed.

'Not right now,' Miley said uncomfortably.

Lily looked hurt.

'Miley, your dads gone downstairs,' she reasoned.

'But what if he comes back up?'

'He won't…'

Miley pulled a grey shirt over her head.

'Lily, you know my dad can never find out about us,' Miley whispered 'he wouldn't like it.'

Lily sighed; they had had this conversation a thousand times.

'We're nearly eighteen now Miley, he has to know sometime?'

Miley ignored her question and began rooting through her underwear drawer, making Lily get out of bed and pull her jeans up angrily.

'You always do this Miley,' she snapped.

Miley turned around.

'What do you want me to say Lily?'

'I want you to start being honest with everyone, I'm sick of hiding!'

'I can't, don't you understand I have everything to lose from this Lily, my dad would be so disappointed…'

'Oh so I'm a disappointment now?' Lily asked folding her arms.

'That's not what I meant Lils,' Miley said softly.

'Whatever,' Lily retorted, putting on her sneakers and heading for the door.

'Where are you going?' Miley pleaded, clinging on to her arm.

'I'm going for a skate, I need to clear my head,' Lily replied coldly.

'Please try to understand,' Miley said 'what it would do to me if anyone found out, I'm not ready Lils.'

Lily put her baseball cap on and looked at Miley.

'I get it,' she huffed 'a thousand times I get it Miley.'

Lily pulled away from the brunette's grip and left slamming the bedroom door. Miley stared at the door for a few seconds before she collapsed to the floor in a heap and curled up, biting back the tears. Lily was her whole world and her world was shattered when they argued like this. Why couldn't Lily understand her position? In a familiar way she moved across the room to take her razorblade out of the underwear drawer; she hid it there so no one would find it. She had first started harming herself when she first realised she liked Lily as more than just a friend around the age of fourteen; it had helped to distract her from her feelings. She had stopped when Lily saw the scars and confronted her about it when they were sixteen and she had broken down and told Lily everything. Lily had been surprised but supportive and they had got together that very night and ever since then she had never felt better. Recently though, Lily was getting sick of hiding their relationship from everyone. Miley couldn't stand it when they argued, it took her right back to how she felt when she was fourteen and her worst fear was losing Lily; she thought it would be the end if they ever broke up. She used the razor in her hand to slice into her hip, where no one could see it; it felt as though she was punishing herself for hurting Lily. If her dad found out, he'd send her straight back to the doctors like before. She watched as the familiar red liquid protruded from her skin and slid downwards.

After she'd finished she cleaned herself up she made her way downstairs to see her dad and Jackson. Jackson had burnt the toast and was attempting to rectify the situation with a towel and some soap. Billy-Ray raised his eyebrows at her as she came downstairs.

'Lily left mighty early this morning,' he said.

'Yeah… she had something to do,' Miley lied.

'So bud, what's your plans for today, need a lift to the mall?' Her dad offered.

'No, I think I'm going to head down the beach with Oliver,' Miley replied watching Jackson attempt to clean up.

'Don't forget you got your big Hannah Montana concert next week!' Billy-Ray reminded her.

'Yeah,' Miley sighed 'I hadn't forgotten.' She had been looking forward to the concert all week but her argument with Lily had dampened her spirits. She gave a half-hearted smile to keep her dad from questioning her.

Miley grabbed a piece of burnt toast off of Jackson's plate, bit into it once and then left after giving her dad a kiss on the cheek. As soon as she got into her car she breathed a huge sigh of relief; it felt good not having to put on a brave face when she was by herself. She started the engine and backed out of the driveway. She drove around scouring along the costal roads looking for Lily. She had to find her and make things right, she couldn't shift the tight feeling in her chest until she found her.