AN: Guess who's back! Thank you for your patience and for your kind comments. I apologize for taking so long to update but work was really busy. But I am back and more excited than ever to dive into the world of Elle and Kendall. This chapter picks up right where the last one ended. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you thought.

There was no air in the room and the tension was tangible. It felt like time had stopped as we stared at each other. The cigarette that had been dangling from his mouth fell from his lips as he gasped in shock. We were suspended in a vacuum, neither of us dared to make a move.

Until—

He was a barrage of frantic words as he rushed towards me. His eyes were wide and expressive. But the only thing I could hear was the pounding of my heart. My mouth was bone dry and it was only when he reached out to touch me did I finally hear him.

"Len, god it's so good to see you baby. I'm so fucking sorry and I missed you so much." His voice was shaking and his words ran together. "I thought about you every day. I'm so happy to see you."

That was when I found my voice. "No. Stop."

But he continued rambling, he was smiling. "I knew you'd come back to me."

"I didn't come back to you."

He let out a long sigh and shook his head. "I can't believe you're here. I missed you, Len. Come here."

"Don't touch me."

He ignored this as he pulled me in for a hug. His body was heavy and hot. He didn't smell the same, he smelled like pot and sweat and alcohol. His hands were rough and unfamiliar. Even his voice was distorted as he whispered in my ear. It was gruff and strained from smoking.

"I'm so fucking sorry baby."

It was all too much and my heart started pounding. I shoved him off of me and he looked hurt. My words were trembling.

"Don't t-touch me! Don't call me that."

Kendall recoiled and looked like a kicked puppy. "But-."

My teeth were gritted. "I didn't come back for you. I came back for my fans, leave me alone."

"But-" He sighed and crossed his arms. "I— it was a mistake."

"Just leave me alone."

"But you came back."

"Not for you. Not for your disgusting fucking bets or games. Leave me the hell alone."

He reached out again, but before I could react his arm was thrown down.

"She said to leave her alone."

The guys had joined us in the hallway, they shared the same angry expression. Kendall was unbothered and scoffed at this.

"What? Are you going to punch me in the other eye now? I'm talking to Elle."

Hearing my name come out of his mouth made me sick. My eyes slid back to Kendall's face, his eyes hadn't left mine. He gave me a smile and wet his lips before speaking.

"It's good to see you."

"I don't want to talk to you."

He pressed his hand to my cheek and when I flinched he looked troubled. "Please, I just want to apologize. Let's talk."

It was Logan who moved between us, one arm went out towards Kendall and the other went around my waist. "Are you deaf? She said no."

"Can we go?" I asked quietly. "I don't want to be here."

Liz was already booking it towards the office we had just left, her whole demeanor had changed. It was comforting to see that Kendall's shit wouldn't be tolerated. But as the guys and I moved down the hallway Kendall continued to follow us.

"Baby, please. I'm so sorry about all of this. You know it was an accident, I love you."

Those three words were enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. I nearly tripped over my own feet when I heard it. I turned around and he looked desperate. When he realized I was making eye contact, he grinned at me.

My words were sharp and my glare was cold. "Never fucking say that to me again."

"But I do. I love you." He managed to get his fingers through my clenched fists. "Eleanor, give me a second chance I'm so goddamn sorry."

I wrenched my hand away and turned to his friends. "Keep him away from me, please. I have a show to get ready for."

James was quick to act and held him back. "You heard her."

I made my way to my dressing room and once I was safely inside, I locked the door. I held my hand against my mouth as I fought back tears. My cheeks were hot and my throat was tight. The guys had uneasy looks and James handed me a tissue box.

"Don't cry, it's going to be fine. He's not going to come near you."

"I don't l-love him, he doesn't love me." I rasped out. "He's not going to leave me alone."

Carlos wore a sad expression as he put his arms around my shoulders. "Hey, one of us is always going to be right next to you. He's not going to bother you, I promise you that. Right guys?"

"Absolutely. I mean we already beat him up once, we could do it again." There was no hint of humor in James' voice. "He doesn't get to make this better by apologizing. What he did was unacceptable."

"I-I'm sorry. I don't want to cause problems."

"He's the problem. Not you."

There was a knock on the door and I inhaled sharply. "God, no."

"Elle, it's me. Please let me inside."

A wave of relief washed over me, it was only Liz. I nodded for them to open the door.

"Can I have the room?" She asked as she hung a garment bag on the rack.

The guys filed out one by one and Liz sat next to me. She pushed a fresh cup of tea into my hands and smoothed my hair. Just having her next to me was comforting, she wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.

"Gustavo is explaining the new contract to him right now. After the shows, you'll be put on your bus first. He won't be anywhere near you if you don't want him to be."

The tea calmed my nerves and I stared at the ceiling. "I hate him."

"Me too."

I wanted to tell her how I was already tired of his shit, how I wanted to die every time I saw him, but I just gave a heavy sigh. I was too tired to talk about it.

"I-I should get ready for the show."

"Are you sure?"

It took a moment to get to my feet but I unzipped the bag and ran my thumb over the outfit. "I didn't miss him. But I missed this more than anything."

The first concert I had ever put on had been for my label. The investors wanted to see if I could perform well onstage. So I had found myself in a theatre packed full executives and teenage girls. I was 16, bright-eyed and eager to please. I had been so anxious that I threw up before the show. I hadn't been that nervous for a performance since the first show of the Count Me In Tour, the first concert since the Jett Incident. I thought that had been the last time I'd have to deal with stage fright.

But like so many other things, I had been wrong about that.

I was mere moments away from being back onstage after my two-week break. I had performed thousands of times but I knew the world would be watching now that I had returned. I was focusing on deep breathing when Liz rubbed my shoulders.

"How it's going? Do you need anything?"

I adjusted my inner earpiece and waved her off. "No, thanks though."

"Hey, I'm so proud of you." Liz held my face. "You're so strong and a badass and I'm proud."

This warmed my heart inside and out. "Thank you. I couldn't do this without you."

"You could, but you don't have too. We'll celebrate afterward."

"There she is!"

I spun around to see the guys. They were all grinning and pulled me into a group hug. I let it soothe my anxiety, it's not like I hadn't performed before but the support was nice.

"You're going to kill it, we'll be right here."

I climbed onto the platform that would lift me onto the stage. I shook out my arms and legs and gave them a final smile. My heart was pounding in my chest as the fans cheers grew louder and louder.

"Long time no see!" I said into the microphone. "Are you ready to have some fun?"

The sound was deafening, even with the earpieces it rattled my brain. All I could do was laugh. The arena was full, the fans were excited to see me and best of all, no one thought it was my fault. They didn't leave me and for that, I would always be grateful.

"My name is Elle Harper and welcome to the Count Me In Tour. I'm so happy to see all of you."

And I was, this time a few weeks ago I wanted to die. I almost had. But here I was, supported and able to perform. I took a big breath and nodded for the music to start. I could do this, it's all I wanted to do. It's what this summer always should have been about, the music and nothing else. It was all muscle memory. I was home.

"And we're gonna live like we're gonna die young!"

The show was going better than I hoped it would. Everyone was engaged and having a good time, lots of the signs said welcome back and it felt right to be here. That being said it was uncomfortable when I sang about Kendall. From the song I wrote after we had sex to the song I wrote about his crush, it was painful. I had really fallen for him, for a joke. But right now I was too nervous to dwell on that.

"Uh, I just want to say something. This is the time in my set when I usually sing a duet, but for obvious reasons, I don't want to." I said slowly as the arena grew almost silent. "I'm not going to lie, I was really nervous to come here tonight but you're all so welcoming. So if it's okay, I thought I'd sing something new. I wrote it while I was away."

The audience clapped as I took a seat at the piano. It had been ages since I actually played an instrument onstage, Liz had insisted that no one came to see me play piano or guitar. It was then that a memory reared its head.

Kendall and I had been polishing Night Like This, he didn't know I could play any instruments. I told him how Liz had said people wanted to see me dance not play. I could still hear his laugh.

"Well, that's shitty because you're good." He offered. "I mean you can dance too but you play well."

The memory hit me like a punch to the gut. It felt like it had been a lifetime since then and in some ways it had. I had still been traumatized by Jett, hadn't been back on a stage and the tour hadn't started. But now, it was the Kendall Incident, I had returned to the stage once again and all I wanted was for the tour to end.

"I hope you like it. It's personal." I blurted out, trying to focus. "Here we go."

"I only want what's best for me, I thought you were the best for me. But it turns out that you're not."

The song was soft, just me and the piano. It had poured out of me late one night while I was still under a suicide watch, it was one of the rawest songs I had ever written. My voice was tight as I made it to the chorus. It was about Kendall, what happened in my apartment and how lost I was.

"I just ran out of band-aids, I don't even know where to start. You can bandage the damage but you never really can fix a heart."

It had been a bet. It had been one giant joke to Kendall. He had shared my pictures, used my body for a sick game. He had been in on it with the man who assaulted me. Where do you even begin to unravel of that? Everything was a disaster and it was all his fault. Just thinking about it was enough to make me want to die.

I played an interlude and looked up. The guys and Liz were all watching me with smiles on their faces. Kendall was nowhere to be found, at least until I looked on the other side of the stage. He was alone, his arms were crossed and he was frowning. It made me inhale loudly into the mic. I stared only at my hands and the keys as I reached the bridge of the song. I was angry and devastated as I reached this part.

"You must be a miracle worker, swearing up and down you can fix what's been b-broken."

Kendall had promised me he could fix me, he could help me. He had said so when I had broken down about Jett in New York. I had called him a miracle worker when he said that. Jett had called me disposable and said that Kendall would never love me. And it turned out Jett was right, he never had and he sure as hell couldn't fix me. Everything he said was a lie.

"Why'd you get my hopes up?" My voice was pitiful.

An ugly sob worked it's way out of my mouth. He had acted like he cared about me, about helping me. I tried to sing the next line but instead, another sob echoed throughout the arena. The bandages on my arms peeked out from the outfit I was wearing. The sight of them sent me back to my apartment. I had tried to kill myself because of him, I had almost died because of him. And yet he had the audacity to say he loved me after sharing my pictures. Tears quickly worked their way down my cheeks. I forced myself to look up at him.

His frown had deepened and his eyes were glassy with tears. He looked almost as awful as I felt. I wiped at my face and felt my shoulders shake, I hated that he could make me feel like this. I had already felt this way once but here I was again, falling apart. I hiccuped and my chest felt tight. I pressed my hand to my mouth. The last thing I wanted was to have a panic attack on stage. My eyes darted around the arena, on the right side of the stage Liz and the guys looked worried. Carlos gave me a thumbs up and his friends nodded. On the left, he was crying just like I was.

"Elle! Elle! Elle!"

The audience's chant was slow and loud, it rolled over me and my heart swelled. I sniffled as I leaned into the mic, my gaze never left Kendall's.

"I only came back for my fans, no one else. Not the label, not my manager and certainly not for him. I came back for you all."

It was then that Kendall wiped at his own face. I was still crying and my voice was strained as I sang.

"B-Baby, tell me how could you be s-so cruel?" It came out as a whisper. "It's like you're pouring salt on my cuts."

I belted out the chorus and managed to stop the shaking of my hands. Kendall's face was red and he looked like the guilt was eating him alive. He deserved it.

"You never will fix my heart."

The stage went dark and once I stepped away from the mic, I let out a sob. I just wanted this summer to be over, I didn't want to see him ever again. But for now, I was stuck.

The rest of the set was lighter, I was feeling a little embarrassed. I had never cried on stage before. Granted, I had never had my nudes shared my a tourmate who bet on whether or not he could fuck me with my rapist. So apparently, there was a first time for everything. But I kept a smile on my face as I danced to the final song.

"Detroit, your love is my drug! Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Now get ready for Big Time Rush."

Confetti blasted from the cannons and I waved before running off the stage. Instantly, there were cheers and hugs from the guys, their team and Liz.

"There she is!" Liz greeted with a grin.

"I am so fucking proud of you." James kissed the top of my head. "You got back out there."

"Not only that you sounded great."

"Yeah, Logan's right. You killed it."

I took the shot Logan had handed me and laughed a little. "It was a little rough."

"No way, you were great. Especially considering what happened." Gustavo clapped me on the shoulder. "You're a pro."

"Be proud of yourself." Kelly echoed.

"T-Thank you."

I wished the guys a good show before hightailing it to my bus. It was the same size as the old one but just for me. Normally I would watch and take part in their set but tonight I just couldn't. It was a good first start and I was pleased with what I'd done but I needed time. Liz was on a conference call with the label to let them know how the show went, so I was alone for now. I showered and changed into pajamas, only after applying medicine to my arms. This made me especially grateful to have my own bus. The cuts on my arms were still healing and sore, I didn't want anyone to see them without bandages. So once I was comfortable in a long sleeve shirt I felt better. Another perk was that I could leave my things where I liked and do what I wanted. So I pulled my laptop out of a duffle bag and looked over some of the songs I had written. I was in a better mood than I had been and was content to be alone.

It was a loud knock that broke my attention a short time later. The time on my laptop told me that the show had just finished and that we'd be leaving soon. Liz had promised me that she'd let know when it was over so I wouldn't bump into him if I went back into the venue. I made my way to the door and hit the button to open it. My stomach instantly fell. It was Kendall.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Elle please, can we talk?"

I reached to hit the button. "No, leave."

Kendall stuck his arm in the door, stopping the automatic door from shutting. "I'm begging. Just hear me out and I'll leave you alone for the rest of tour."

Every part of me knew that this was bullshit but a smaller part hoped that verbal agreements were legal in this state. And I'd never turn down a chance to make him feel guilty for what he did. I gave him a once over and decided he was non-threatening enough. He was still in his stage outfit and his face was shiny with sweat as if he ran offstage straight to the bus. When I waved him in he perked up and scrambled up the stairs.

"It's so good to see you." He stretched out his arms and came close. "I missed you."

"Don't." I held up a hand and moved back.

"Sorry. Uh, how are you?"

"Fine."

"Well, I'm really happy to see you." He smiled and clenched his shaking hands. "I'm so sorry for everything I did. You know that right? You know that I'm sorry and I love you?"

I purposely kept my tone short. "No."

He scowled at this and rolled his eyes. "Can I get more than one syllable from you?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Fuck off." I deadpanned, counting off each syllable on my fingers.

Kendall didn't find this funny and put his hand on my waist and pulled me in. "I missed you."

"Don't touch m-me." Panic was already rising in my chest. "Let go."

He dropped his hands and frowned when I flinched. "Len, don't be scared. I just want to talk to you."

"Two minutes is all I'm giving you."

This wasn't what he wanted to hear because he scoffed. "Seriously?"

"You have a minute and fifty seconds."

He stared at my face, looking for any hint of a joke. When he saw I was serious, he started again. "I'm really sorry."

"So you've said." My voice was flat, I refused to give him any indication of forgiveness.

"How are you? You, uh, you look good."

"Well, it's amazing what two weeks of crying and not eating can do for you." This was painfully awkward and I just wanted it to be over. "You look like shit."

Kendall actually cracked a laugh at this and ran his hand through his hair. It was greasy and tangled. His eyes were dull and bloodshot, one was purple and swollen. His stubble had grown out into unkempt scruff. Bruises dusted his pale skin and his lip was split. He looked strung out and I could smell alcohol on his breath from where I stood.

"I guess I do. I know you don't want to see me or talk to me but I just wanted to say sorry." He wrung his hands together. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"That's not going to fix this Kendick. You're a pig, what you did was disgusting!"

The volume of my voice was enough to make him jump. "I know, I regret it and I'm so sorry."

For two weeks I had been too numb to be angry but now, looking at him, it was bubbling through to the surface. "How could you do that to me?"

He sighed and shook his head. "I'm an idiot. I was mad that you tweeted about me and Jo."

I spoke slowly, he clearly didn't understand. "How could you bet on whether on not you could fuck me?"

"Oh. That."

His stupidity was astounding. "Yes. That."

All he did was shrug his shoulders. "At f-first, I just thought you were some slutty pop star who had been a bitch to me and Jo. So when J-Jett bet me I couldn't fu-, have sex with you, I thought it would be funny." He saw me sniff and quickly backtracked. "But then I got to know you. I never felt something like that before and it scared me. I think I was such a dick to you because I couldn't, shit, I couldn't understand how drawn I was to you or why I liked you. You were supposed to be this bitchy, slutty, troublemaker. But y-you're not. God, Len, I'm so sorry."

He sucked in a long breath and reached out to touch my face. My eyes were stinging but I refused to let any tears fall in front of him. I turned my head and he shyly drew his hand away.

"From d-day one when you walked into the studio I knew I was fucked. You didn't take shit from anyone and you knew what you wanted. It was so irritating at first always having you challenge me but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like that about you. And I didn't want to like you, I wasn't supposed to, it was supposed to be a funny joke between Jett and I. You were meant to be nothing but you ended up becoming everything. And I messed it all up and I hurt you. I'm so sorry."

Hearing how he had felt about me compared to where we were now was enough to make me cry. I hated it and quickly rubbed my fists into my eyes. When I spoke I struggled to keep my words from shaking.

"I still d-don't understand why. Why did you try to fuck me as a bet?"

"I hated how you were rude to Jo and me when you visited her on set. I saw the drama you had with your sex tape and worried about it affecting the band. And I thought it would be entertaining." He cringed at his own words. "Jett said you'd sleep with anyone even if they were rude to you and he said I didn't have any game so I wanted to prove him wrong."

Hearing him call the video a sex tape and talk about how Jett viewed me made me sick. "That's stupid."

"I know, I know. And I never wanted it to go that far. And the guys will tell you that I dropped it after you and I got close. They tried to talk me out of it when I first told them and they were right it was awful. And we had our own game going, and I liked you." He was frantic now and his words were running together as he tried to speak. "And I-I forgot about it. Jett would mention it every so often and I'd tell him I wasn't going to do it. But then you-"

He trailed off and looked uneasy. There was no point in him trying to sugar coat anything so I rolled my eyes. "Then I what? Try to justify this."

Kendall seemed three inches tall. "Y-You tweeted about me and Jo and she left. It pissed me off and I don't know, posting those pictures made me feel like we were even. Honestly, that whole day with Jo I wanted you. But I owed it to her to try but you made me so mad, and I treated you like shit that day, don't get me wrong. But in some sick way, I wanted to prove to her or to myself that it wasn't that deep between you and I. But then I regretted it right away. When I saw your face when I came back out, it killed me. I made so many mistakes that day, so many this summer, I regret each one. I regret hurting you."

"You told me to k-kill myself and you shoved me!" I yelled at him and clenched my fists. "The world has seen my nudes and me being told to die. And it's all because of you."

His green eyes were teary and he rubbed a hand over his jaw. "Jesus, I know. I will never put my hands on you again. And I'm so happy you're okay. That text was the worst moment of my life and I'm so glad you're okay."

A sob escaped from my mouth and I shook my head. "I'm not okay."

"Elle."

"I'm not okay, Kendall. You treated me like shit all summer. You pushed me, you made me look like an idiot because you couldn't tell Jo the truth. You told me to kill myself. You told the world you fucked me as a joke and shared my nudes after knowing what the Jett Incident did to my confidence and career. You made a bet with my ex-fucking boyfriend that you could fuck me because you only saw me as a slut and a conquest. So no, I'm not fucking okay."

My explosion had caused Kendall to shrink back. "Come on-"

"No!" My voice cracked as I shouted. "I spent to two weeks in my apartment so fucked u-up. My face and name and fucking body were everywhere. The only silver lining in all of this is that I shared those pictures of us from before I knew you were an asshole. The media focused on those and took my side. Meanwhile, you were just getting drunk and sad. I was reliving every second of the Jett Incident and combing through our 'relationship' to see what I had missed. You really had me fooled."

"You didn't miss anything. It was real to me, completely real." He promised as he stepped closer and took my hand. "I wanted to come after you, as soon as you left, when you posted those pictures when you texted me. I wanted to be next to you."

Panic coursed through me as I cried. "I came so fucking close Kendall."

"Close?"

I pushed up my sleeves and revealed the angry red scarring on my arms. Kendall looked ill and pressed his lips together as he started crying too.

"Baby, no. G-God, I'm sorry." He rasped. "I-I'm so fucking sorry, it's all my fault."

Having him see them left me feeling vulnerable. "I was so low after Jett. But this was torture, I wanted to die. I took sleeping pills too but I got sick before anything could happen. They found me passed out in my own vomit."

"Oh god."

"I didn't want to feel anything Kendall. But then I had to worry about being sick for a few days." I scoffed and shook my head as I got choked up. "And then Liz made me take a pregnancy test and-"

"Wait, what?"

When I looked up Kendall had completely frozen and the little color he had left in his face had drained. He looked like he was going to collapse as he furrowed his eyebrows and fell back onto the couch.

"Kendall it's-" I started to correct him as I sat down.

"You're p-pregnant?" He wasn't angry when he spoke, just dazed.

The panicked look on his face was the first time I saw him feel anything remotely close to what I had been dealing with. So he could feel the same turmoil for a few moments that I had felt for two weeks straight. Everything was a game to him anyways. But unlike him, I wouldn't let it go on for half a summer. He reached his hand out to hold my mine and I could see how he was shaking.

"Don't touch me," I said smacking it away. "I'm not-"

"Fuck. I pushed you and y-you hurt yourself. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I've never been better," I said coldly. "You pushed me and told me to kill myself. How do you think I am?"

"I didn't mean any of that. I swear to god I didn't mean to hurt you but especially not now. Not if you're having my ba-, shit. I'm sorry."

"Well, 'sorry' won't fix anything you did, will it?"

"Oh, Jesus." He mumbled as he buried his head in his hands.

Kendall was quiet for a long moment. And because I was a better person than he was, I started feeling a bit guilty for letting him panic like this. The space between us was charged with electricity and when he looked up his green eyes were wet with tears. He nodded to himself and his words were barely above a whisper.

"I-I didn't have a dad. So I'll probably be bad at this, but I want to do the right thing." He said timidly as he pressed his hand to my stomach. "E-Even if you want to keep it or whatever. I'll do whatever you want."

There was a lump in my throat and I hated the feeling of him touching me. "Kendall, no."

He glanced up from where he was staring at his hand and gave me the weakest smile. "Or if you don't want to have it that's fine too. Shit, that's not me saying I don't want it. It's y-your body and choice, I just mean that I'm here no matter what. I know I've fucked up but I want to do the right thing for the two of you."

I could see his panic attack that was just below the surface and knew I couldn't let it continue any longer. He was cautious as he rubbed his large hand back and forth over my belly. He had a faraway look in his eyes. He wasn't angry but he wasn't thrilled either. He was some strange combination of the two. All I could think about was how gentle he was compared to two weeks ago, compared to Jett. When Jett had thought I was pregnant he had bashed my head into the wall. But Kendall, despite all the mistakes he made, wasn't aggressive.

"You took a test?"

"It was negative."

He looked confused and pulled his hand away. "But you said- what?"

"I'm on the pill. I thought I was but don't worry you didn't knock me up when you fucked me as a joke."

"What the hell Elle! I just felt really guilty for shoving you."

"Well, you fucking should, even if I'm not having a baby. You still told me to kill myself."

"You're right but why did you just let me freak out?"

"You kept interrupting me every three seconds. And I just spent two weeks wanting to kill myself, you can be uneasy for a few minutes."

He let out a big breath he had been holding. He was overcome with relief. His hand was still shaking as he pointed to my middle.

"You're not pregnant?"

"No, thank god. False alarm."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Good. But I would've been there for you."

"There's no way in hell I would have kept it. Why would I want a part of you attached to me?" I sneered at him. "Besides, it's first words would have been it telling me to kill myself."

This made him roll his eyes and he frowned. "I'm sorry, Elle. I'm glad you're okay, well I know you're not okay. But I'm happy you're here."

"Oh really? Because the last time I checked you wanted me to do everyone a favor and kill myself."

He winced and searched for words. "I never should have said that to you. I-I was upset and so much was happening at once."

"And then you pushed me and shared my nudes." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "You know, I don't even know why we're having this conversation."

"Because I'm sorry! I'm sorry and I care about you, and I want to prove it to you. Or make it up to you, I-I don't know but I can't have you hate me. I'm in love with you and I don't want you to hurt yourself." He grabbed my waist and pulled me close. "Tell me how I can fix this."

Instantly, I elbowed him in the ribs. "Get off of me. You can't fix this, I look like a joke. And did you not hear my song? There's nothing you can do to fix any of this you dumbass."

Kendall pressed his hand to my cheek. "I will never be able to apologize enough for all the shit I've done. But I'm going to try to prove it to you. I love you so much and I'm sorry."

This brought a fresh crop of tears to my eyes. I shook my head and looked around the room, I couldn't look him in the eye. That's when the bunch of fabric caught my attention. I turned and pulled it out of my bag, my heart lodged in my throat.

"Elle, c'mon. You're my girl."

I hurled it at him, those three words got under my skin. "Fuck you! I'm not your girl and I never was. I don't love you, you don't love me and you will never make this up to me. Now leave and take that with you."

Kendall picked up the green sweatshirt, he ran his thumb over the logo and smiled sadly to himself. "Keep it, it always looked better on you anyway."

"Go!" My voice shook.

He took a step towards me and pressed the sweatshirt into my hands. "I do love you and I'm going to make this right."

"Leave." I was crying and my face was hot. "Don't come back."

Kendall's eyes were glassy as he kissed my cheek. "I'm in love with you, Elle. I'll prove it to you."

I couldn't speak so I just pointed to the door. He finally left and once the door shut, sobs wracked my shoulders. I had given him so much of myself only for him to take advantage of it. It was then and there I decided, that he would never get anything from me again. Not my friendship, not my heart and certainly not my forgiveness. As far as I was concerned, the Kendall Knight from the beginning of this summer, the one who made my heart race, didn't exist.

And I guess he never really had.

AN: Elle's returned to the tour and to the stage! Kendall is still in love with her and will do anything to fix his mistake. My favorite parts of this chapter were when Kendall and Elle first saw each other. I also liked writing the scene between them on the bus. Especially when he thought she was pregnant and how different his reaction was compared to Jett's. What was your favorite part? The next chapter covers the press' reaction to her return and Kendall continues to try to fix things. Elle copes with being back and her friendship with the guys will grow.

Again, thanks for waiting for me! I wanted to update before November ended, two hours before still counts right? The next chapter will hopefully be up next week or the week after next. Probably on Wednesday or Thursday. It should be pretty lengthy so stay tuned. Please let me know what you thought.