AN: Look who updated twice in one month! Thanks for reading and sticking around. This chapter deals with the next week of tour dates and Kendall and Elle trying to navigate their way around each other. We're reaching the end of one story arc and moving into another. I hope you enjoy and please review! Thanks.

My eyes weren't gritty and there was no headache pounding at the base of my skull. For the first time in weeks, I had slept through the night. There had been no tossing or turning and I hadn't laid awake staring at my ceiling. Maybe things were finally going back to normal. That's when I felt the bed shift next to me.

I shot up and was confused when I saw Kendall's face pressed into the pillow. In my groggy state, a jolt of panic twisted inside me, thinking we had sex. But his shoes were still on as he slept on top of the covers. The night before came rushing back as my brain caught up. He had been totally drunk when he came into my room, he had begged for forgiveness and I told him about Jett. And now he was asleep in my bed. Had I been drunk?

"No just a serious lapse in judgment," I told myself as I yawned. "You just needed the sleep."

And apparently so did Kendall, he slept soundly next to me. I hadn't seen him like this since before New York. He was usually smoking, his face was twisted into a scowl or he was in a foul mood. For once, he looked peaceful, like the Kendall I had grown to care for. Right now he seemed incapable of shoving me, sharing nudes or making a bet to fuck me. I knew better than to get sentimental. I made a mental note to see if I could at least get Liz to agree to give me one sleeping pill each night. I could see why she didn't want me to have a whole bottle, but surely I could just take one pill in front of her each night. There had to be a better solution than needing Kendall next to me to sleep. I was contemplating different ways to get Liz to agree when he stirred. He blinked a few times and he smiled when he saw me.

"Morning." His voice was thick with sleep.

"Hi."

He rolled onto his side and sat up. He looked around the room and down at his clothes, realization dawned on his face, the smile melted right off.

"What am I doing in here?"

"You don't remember?" Part of me was hoping he didn't, I didn't like the idea of him knowing about Jett. "You were drunk."

"What? I wasn't-" He winced and covered his eyes. "My head is killing me."

"There it is."

He rubbed at his temples for a moment and looked around the room. "Oh god, I kind of broke into your room."

"Yeah, you did. And then you refused to leave, rambled about how you knew me, confessed that you wanted to have kids, which again no thank you, and-"

"Jett." He said to himself before turning to me. "Y-You told me about Jett, that he, the tape."

My lips pressed together and I avoided his eyes. "Yeah."

His hand went to my arm. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It wasn't your fault, he's a pig. And if I had known I wouldn't have made the bet or talked to him."

"But you didn't. You saw what you wanted to and made your opinions based off a tape and not the whole story."

"I know but I'm still sorry he hurt you. God, it makes sense why you were always freaked out when you saw him." He shuddered a bit. "The hotel in New York, you had a panic attack about him. I just thought it was a bad breakup but he hurt you. And the video is floating around the internet."

It was a fact of life now and my voice only trembled a little. "And the whole world thinks I'm just a slut who made a sex tape. I had to apologize for the video even though I was assaulted."

He lifted my chin so I stared at him. "You have to tell the police, I'm going to kill him."

"No, I tried to and he put out the tape." I sniffed and shook my head. "I don't want to talk about this with you."

Something occured on him and he cringed. "I held you against the wall last night and kissed you. I'm sorry, I wasn't going to-, I would never hurt you like that."

I didn't say anything, I only raised my shoulder in a half shrug. I knew that he was probably telling the truth about that. I was well rested but too tired to talk about this any further. Kendall was quiet for a long moment before stretching his hand across the bed to take mine.

"I meant what I said last night. I'm sorry and I know I fucked up but I do love you." When I glared at him he backpedaled. "But you don't have to say it back. And I know you're not interested but I would have wanted a family with you, I still do. And I'm glad you're still here and that they found you in time."

"You're right, I'm not interested. But I'm glad you didn't blow your brains out."

He gave a tight smile. "Thanks for letting me stay last night. It's the best sleep I've had since you left."

"Me too." I admitted this too quickly and sighed, "I mean Liz took my sleeping pills so I haven't really slept."

"It's the least I can do." He gave me a real smile now but rubbed his forehead. "My head is killing me."

"There's aspirin in the bathroom."

He laid back. "Thanks."

Despite myself, I laughed and shoved him. "Get it yourself."

"I guess I deserve that." He shuffled into the bathroom. "Do you need one?"

"I wasn't the one who drank a whole bottle of vodka last night. You really should cut back before you fuck up your liver."

"I'll think about it."

From where I sat in bed I could see him drying his face and fixing his hair. It was oddly comforting, there was a flash of the old Kendall in there. But we both seemed to know better because when he came back out he didn't sit down.

"Thanks for letting me crash. I'm sorry for everything but thank you for telling me about Jett. I can't take it back but I'm still going to apologize for the rest of my life."

"Good to know."

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my cheek, he lingered for a moment and brushed his lips against mine. When he pulled back his eyes were soft.

"See ya, Elle."

And then he left, shutting the door behind him. My feelings hadn't changed, I was still hurt and would never forgive him. I didn't want to be with him but maybe he'd finally stop trying to win me back. Last night had been closure for both of us.

After that morning, Kendall had seemed to get the hint. He was still drinking, the press still pissed him off, but he had stopped trying to corner me to apologize. It was a welcome change. I had bigger things to focus on than defending myself from him. The tour was more popular than ever, the press was following each night waiting to see what would happen. The fans were louder and more energetic. And the guys were working day and night on their album. And so was I. In the week it took us to travel from stop to stop, I had recorded three songs. From the outside, things were fine.

But I was still heartbroken.

Around the guys, it was easy to hide. They were funny and kept my mind off the press that was camped outside of each venue. Interviews were still full of questions about if Kendall and I were a couple or if I'd get back with him. It was easy to brush it off by saying I wouldn't comment on it. Social media was the same.

It was in the moments that I was alone that things were unbearable.

My chest was tight as I got off stage. We were in South Dakota, the set had gone well. But I had sung Delicate, the song I wrote after Kendall and I first had sex. Now all I could think about were his hands on me, what he had done and what he knew.

I had trusted him so easily, too easily and look where it got me. I thought he had been the one but it ended up all being a lie. I wasn't surprised when I broke down on my bus. My tears were hot and fell quickly.

Montana was a sleepless blur and my head was pounding. I couldn't sleep for more than two hours at a time and I'd wake up in a cold sweat. Images of my nudes, Kendall's red and angry face as we fought, and now thoughts of him and Jett laughing together filled my dreams.

"Elle, what's going on?" Liz pulled me aside after I came out of hair and makeup. "You look upset. Did he say anything to you?"

We both glanced over at Kendall who was tuning his guitar.

"No." I shook my head. "Everything's great."

She looked like she didn't believe me but I gave a bright smile. "Are you sure?"

"Yep! It's showtime, I'll see you after the show."

"Actually, Gustavo and I want to listen to the album. I'll see you in the morning."

Even better, I wouldn't have to pretend I wasn't absolutely falling apart inside.

"Thank you, Helena!" I waved to the crowd one last time. "Goodnight!"

I ran offstage and the guys gave me hi-fives and thumbs up.

"Elle, that was awesome."

"Seriously, I see you every night and it's still amazing."

There was still adrenaline from being onstage in my veins. "Thanks!"

"We're probably going out after the show. Do you want to come?" Logan asked.

I twisted the lid off my water bottle. "No thanks, I have a new song idea. See you tomorrow, break a leg."

They went back to planning their night out after saying goodnight. I was already walking towards the back doors of the venue, my energy was waning. I performed Trouble tonight, the song that made Kendall storm off stage during soundcheck a few days ago. The words were on a loop in my head.

The joke is on me.

Because that's what it had been, a joke. Panic was already blooming in my chest as I handed my mic to a roadie. I jumped when I crashed into someone while rounding the corner.

"Are you okay?"

Kendall was dressed in his stage clothes. "Fine, goodnight."

"Hey, wait. What's wrong, Elle?"

"Nothing." My answer was short. "Why?"

"You seem out of it."

I clenched my fists. "Leave me alone."

This startled him and I took my chance to escape. Once I was alone on my bus I couldn't stop from shaking.

"It was a joke." I sobbed to myself. "It was a stupid fucking joke."

Idaho was a blackout I couldn't remember it if my life depended on it. Sleep was getting harder and harder to come by. But the songs were flowing out of me, I had completed three songs. They were ready for the album. There were two songs to go and one was already written. I was proud of the work I was doing but my eyes were gritty.

"Elle, are you feeling okay?"

I tore myself away from the lyrics I was writing. "What?"

"You seem out of it." Gustavo pointed to my face. "You look sick."

"Just tired," I answered through a yawn. "I didn't get much sleep."

Liz seemed concerned about this. "We were on the road for 9 hours yesterday, you didn't get any sleep?"

"No, no, I did. But you know how tours are."

Four hours of restless sleep probably didn't count but they didn't need to know that.

"I'll see about getting you a prescription for sleeping pills."

Thank god, it was about time. Hopefully, I'd be able to sleep through the night again soon.

Even though I couldn't drink or take sleeping pills, for the time being, Liz was kind enough to still let me smoke. I found myself outside the studio bus, the smoke worked it's way into my lungs and I felt the tension ease. I leaned my head against the bus and shut my eyes, trying to savor the moment. Despite how I seemed to be struggling all of a sudden I was really enjoying the tour. The sun was warm on my face and I was alive, that had to count for something.

"Oh, sorry. I can go."

I opened one eye to see Kendall holding a pack of cigarettes and his lighter.

"Do what you want." My words were bitter as a cloud of smoke curled from my lips. "As long as it's not a bet."

He didn't say anything to this and quietly lit his cigarette. We stood in silence for a while and I tried to think of the last time we had smoked. I was pretty sure it had been in New York. He and Jo had been assholes all day and he had tried to explain himself to me. We hadn't been alone since that night in my room a few days ago.

"You've been busy, barely seen you."

"I thought it was pretty clear I was doing it on purpose."

He scratched at the stubble on his face. "How are you, you seem tired?"

"We don't have to do this, make small talk like we care."

"But I do."

I stubbed out my cigarette and made my way to the door. I settled on the couch and groaned when he followed me inside. He sat on the one opposite of me. The atmosphere was tense. It seemed like a lifetime ago that we had been together on the couch he was sitting on.

"How's the album going?"

"I'm almost done."

He looked around the studio bus and exhaled. "I'm sure it'll be great."

"Yeah, thanks."

"So, I can go or whatever. I'll leave you alone."

"I don't care where you go or what you do." I met his gaze and sneered. "As much as I hate you, it's your studio too."

An embarrassed flush stained his face. "Are you feeling any better?"

He didn't get the hint that I didn't want to talk. "The initial shock of being betrayed has worn off but I'm still hurt."

"I'm sorry."

I climbed to my feet and rubbed my arms. "You should be."

The air was on full blast to keep the equipment cool. I walked to the back of the bus and put on the sweatshirt I had left here last night. I was absolutely exhausted and Kendall's questions didn't help. I was disappointed that he was still sitting there when I got back. A small smile pulled at his face when I sat down.

"I really am sorry."

"Sure, whatever you say." I wanted to leave it at that but the words came out anyway. "Why did you do it? Was it all a joke?"

He shook his head. "Of course not. I mean, it started out that way, but I really did fall for you. I told Jett every time he asked how it was going that I wasn't playing along anymore. That's why you'd see us fighting. If I had known what he did to you I wouldn't have made the bet."

"So you went from hating me and wanting to fuck me as a bet to liking me so much you dropped it?" I asked dubiously. "That seems fake."

Kendall shrugged. "I think I realized I felt something for you early on. It was when you and the guys were playing that game. You had danced onstage and then you were making out on the bus. I thought it was disgust I felt but I was jealous. Los came out and asked for condoms, I-I thought he was going to sleep with you and I was so jealous and it freaked me out. And then I saw the videos and saw them kissing you, touching you and I all I could think about was what it'd be like to kiss you."

I thought of the interview after the little party we had. He had implied I had a disease and had to re-record his answer. I had overheard him tell the guys he thought I was hot.

"And then we got into the fight backstage, you had burst into the dressing room." A faint smile twitched at his lips as he spoke. "You were yelling at me and I couldn't handle it anymore so I kissed you. It felt right but I was confused. I wasn't supposed to like you. And then we started our own game and it was too late to fight any feelings I had because I was into you."

After all this time I could still feel the kiss against my lips and taste the mint on his breath. "That was a long time ago."

"I know, but I still think about it. I think about our kiss the other day. When I woke up in your bed, it felt like I was home."

"That doesn't count."

He frowned. "You kissed me back."

"It was a reflex, that's all. I let you sleep in my bed because you were too drunk to find your room." I picked at my nails and avoided his eye. "And I wasn't going to let a perfectly good apology go to waste."

"You laughed."

"I can loathe the sight of you and think you're scum and still laugh."

This seemed to offend him because he didn't say anything. I went back to trying to write the lyrics for my song. We had gotten just a little too deep for me to be comfortable. A few minutes had passed and he finally spoke.

"Hey, you're wearing my sweatshirt."

I looked down and grimaced, I was. In my sleep-deprived state, I had pulled on the dark green Wilds hoodie. Of course, he'd see a deeper meaning in it.

"I was cold, it's just a sweatshirt."

He scooted to the edge of his couch. "Remember when I gave it to you? We were watching movies and you were cold, you fell asleep on my shoulder." His voice dripped with fondness. "Where were we? Indianapolis?"

"Cleveland." I corrected without thinking.

"Oh, well it looks good on you." He offered with a smile. "Always has. It actually reminds me of this song-"

"Stop." His compliment got under my skin so I pulled it off and tossed it. "I'm busy and it's not that deep."

He finally seemed to get the hint that I didn't want him around. He stood from the couch and squeezed my shoulder. When my eyes met his, he looked sad.

"I know I hurt you and I'm sorry, truly. I know you owe me absolutely nothing, but watch our set tonight." He pleaded with me. "Please, Elle? It would mean the world to me."

"I'll think about it."

When showtime rolled around a few hours later I was asleep on my feet. I pounded back cup of tea after cup of tea, it did little to wake me. I jumped when Gustavo tapped me.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

"Tired," I answered weakly. "What's up?"

"Just checking if you wanted to still sing the new song?

Since I had come back the slot when Kendall and I used to sing had been awkward to fill. Sometimes I'd sing an older song for a throwback, I'd do a cover and occasionally the guys and I would sing Trouble as we had in Montana.

"Sure, it's the last new song before the album comes out."

He nodded. "Good, it'll be great."

I thanked him through a yawn and Liz straightened a stray piece of hair. "He's not keeping you up working is he?"

"No. I just can't sleep, how's the prescription coming?"

"I'll set up an appointment before we head to Canada. But get excited, the album is almost done."

Even though my head was pounding I grinned. It was true, I approved the final packaging after Kendall had left the bus. By this time next week, it would be hitting the shelves all around the world.

"I never thought this day would come."

Liz hugged me. "I'm proud of you, go knock them dead."

Once I was onstage any fatigue I had felt was gone, replaced by excitement and gratitude.

"Portland, how are we feeling tonight?" The arena filled with cheers and I laughed into the mic. "Welcome to the Count Me In Tour."

The fans were energetic and screamed every lyric right back to me. One of my favorite things about performing was that each person sang the same words you did but had attached their own meaning to them. I had missed Portland on my last tour due to a scheduling conflict so it was nice to be back.

"Everybody take it off!" I finished the song and wiped my face with a towel. "You guys are making up for the lost time aren't you? It's good to be back in the city."

I read a few signs while the crew brought out a stool for me to sit on. Most of them were really supportive or funny. Fans' signs were always cool to see, they ranged from asking for a follow on Twitter to saying I saved them. This was a summer tour, but during the rest of the year, my favorites were ones that said they skipped school to be at the show.

Get Back With Kendall!

That one sign made me frown a bit. I hadn't mentioned him onstage since the soundcheck in Green Bay but fans were still curious about what happened. I took a seat on the stool and adjusted the mic to my height.

"How about we slow it down? This is the last new song before my album comes out next week."

They seemed enthusiastic and I took it as a good sign. Off to the right, I saw Kendall lingering by the side of the stage. He always watched my set and I was glad he'd hear the new song. It was just me and an electric guitar, it was really stripped and I liked it.

"I still see your shadows in my room, can't take back all that I gave you." I started off slow, singing a new song always made me nervous. "I was listening to my heart instead of my head."

No matter how hard I tried, I saw him everywhere. Literally and figuratively. When I'd finally manage to drift off to sleep in my bunk I'd think of the nights Kendall and I had spent on the bus. I had given him so much of myself only to get played in return.

As I sang I took the chance to look around the stage. I was so tired and my head still throbbed, seeing Kendall watching me made it worse. A lump was forming in my throat.

"I have these lucid dreams where I can't move a thing, thinking of you in my bed."

I wasn't just dreaming of Kendall, I was dreaming about Jett, how they had both taken what they wanted from me like I meant nothing. And worst of all, I dreamt of Kendall in my bed, how he used to make me come apart with one touch. We had hooked up night after night, each time better than the last only for it to end so suddenly. And in the worse way, I choked a little as I reached the next line.

"You were my everything, now I'm just better off dead."

Being tired always made me over emotional and right now was no exception. Kendall frowned at me as he watched, his green eyes were filled with worry. My face was hot and my eyes stung with tears.

"I was tangled up in your drastic ways." My voice cracked as I glanced over at him. "Who knew evil boys had the prettiest face?"

When we had first got together I could have never imagined he was up to something so terrible. He had always been so caring and affectionate when we were together. And even now as I stared at him through glassy eyes he was attractive. But beneath his blonde hair, bright eyes and smile something dark had always been lurking. I was quick to wipe at a tear that fell down my face.

"You made my heart break, you made my heart b-break." The words were strained and a small sob echoed into the mic. "You made my heart break again."

The fans gave encouraging cheers and applause as I repeated myself a few times. I was so tired and not just because I hadn't been sleeping. I was tired of always being hurt. First Jett and now this. It seemed like I was always picking up pieces of myself and trying to glue them back together.

"He made my heart break, he made my heart break," I sniffed and shook my head. "He made my heart break again."

Kendall tried to speak to me after the set, but I wanted nothing to do with him. I pushed past him into my dressing room and changed out of my clothes. When my phone buzzed, I nearly threw it across the room.

I'm sorry I hurt you... just please watch our set, please?

And just like every other choice I had made this summer, this one was also bad. I found myself watching the whole show by the side of the stage. I had missed seeing my friends perform. Their new music was the best they had ever put out and they were proud of their more mature side. But Gustavo was still letting them take turns doing solo songs. So when Kendall adjusted the guitar strap on his shoulder I vaguely wished my overdose had worked.

The fans had the same idea because they booed loudly. It clearly hurt his feelings because I knew him well enough to see the frown he was fighting. He cleared his throat and leaned into the microphone.

"So, I know there's been drama between my tourmate and I. I know what I did was awful, but I'm sorry and have been trying to make things right." He turned his head so he was looking right at me. "I'm sorry and I want to fix things between us. All summer I have written song after song and I didn't even realize they were all about Elle."

When my name left his lips, the crowd booed even louder than they already had. I noticed that they weren't just my fans, his own were shouting at him too. He took the guitar pick between his fingers.

"Do you want us to stop him?" Liz asked as she came up behind me.

"No, it's his funeral."

Onstage, Kendall was playing a quiet interlude. "I know you think love songs are cheesy, you said your wedding dress won't be in white. You're not one to make things easy and when you're wrong you still know that you're right."

His voice was timid at first as the fans jeered at him. My stomach was spinning anxiously and he glimpsed over at me and his face was a bit red.

"I'm not the type you fall for but this trip as taken us so far. I never thought we'd be together but look at where we are."

In the back of my mind, I wondered when he had written this song because we certainly weren't together. The road to us finally ending up together had been long but the aftermath of the bet was even longer. The Kendall I fell for at the start of the tour was long gone. He launched into the chorus and he ignored the people shouting at him.

"We just don't make sense, we don't work on paper. We're so not right, but that's what makes you mine." He flashed me a grin, speaking only to me. "That's what makes you mine."

Without meaning to a sneer curled at my lips. He was right, we didn't work on paper or off it. But he was also sorely mistaken because I wasn't his and never would be.

"You only go to indie movies and you hate it when the story turns out right. You make a scene whenever you want to, it's no surprise when they all stop and stare. You never care what people say about you." He held up his middle finger and laughed a little to himself. "All they get is a finger in the air."

He circled back to the refrain and it clicked in my mind. I knew exactly when he must have written this. It had been early in the tour. James had forced us to watch a shitty rom-com, I had declared my hatred for them and love songs. There had been a wedding dress and I mentioned how I hated predictable movies. It had been the same day he had stood up for me. Some asshole dad had yelled at me for being a bad influence, he had got in my face and Kendall jumped between us without thinking. Everyone in the restaurant at watched us.

It had been the same day he gave me the stupid sweatshirt that was tucked away on the studio bus. We had fallen asleep leaning on each other, it had been the first time I felt something for him. I blocked out the memory and blinked a few times to stop my eyes from watering. It was just from being sleep deprived, not because of the song. Or that's what I told myself.

Kendall turned so his body was facing me. His eyes were soft and warm as he held my gaze, he ignored the hundreds of thousands of fans.

"It all seems so improbable, I never would have thought that you're the one for me." He shook his head and smiled. "The definition of impossible and I'm never gonna let you go."

I ducked my head, my throat was tight. He repeated the chorus a few times and his words echoed in my brain.

"That's what makes you mine."

Mine, mine, mine.

I had only been his tourmate, his conquest. I had never been his girl. That had all been a lie. And for him to try to convince me otherwise by singing a song made me sick. When I looked up he had finished the song and was waiting for my reaction. But I couldn't react, I was numb.

The show was nearly over after that. Gustavo had apologized about the song but I was too irritated to be mad at him. There were bigger fish to fry. I had some time to stew in my anger and disgust over the song. Had it been by anyone else I would have liked it, but I was tired of it all. When he finally came offstage and we were alone, I blurted out the first words that came to mind.

"What the fuck was that?"

He seemed surprised, this wasn't the response he had hoped for. "It's a song, about you, about us."

My arms were folded tight over my chest. "About us? You wrote a song about a fake relationship?"

"No, Elle. You know it was real to me, I wrote a song about the girl I fell for. I didn't even realize it was about you when I first started writing it. It was the day on the bus, we watched a movie." He stepped closer to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. "I know you remember that day. We fell asleep, I stood up for you and you kissed me, just like this."

His lips brushed against my cheek. "Kendall, no."

The way I recoiled must have got under his skin because he bit his lip. "Well I do, and I knew I was in deep. I know I made a mistake but it wasn't a fake relationship. I wanted to be with you. I still do and I always will."

"I don't believe you."

He held onto my shoulders and he stared down at me. "I have written so many songs about you. Every lyric is about you. You're all I think about."

Despite my best efforts tears fell from my eyes and I shook my head. "I don't know, Kendall. I don't believe you."

The sight of my tears made him cringe, his green eyes were full of guilt. He was quiet for a moment and he cautiously reached up to wipe at my tears. He pressed his hand to my cheek.

"I know you don't trust me. But I really think you're the one for me. I love you so much."

And suddenly, that was too much for me. "No, you don't! You don't love me and I certainly don't love you."

My outburst was a shock to him because he jumped. "Elle, come on."

"No! You said it yourself, we don't make sense and we don't work. Maybe we would have but I don't trust you a-anymore." I ran a hand through my hair and my voice was shaking. The words spilled out of me. "And I'm not yours, you don't get to call me that. You need to get it through your impossibly thick skull that you hurt me. No amount of following me around or breaking into my hotel room to apologize is enough to fix things. A song isn't going to fix this. You almost ruined me, you made me want to die. You almost fucked up my comeback. And you know what's even worse? You broke my heart, you took what little trust I had and destroyed it."

I was shouting now and streaks of mascara stained my face. Kendall looked like he wanted to speak but I still had plenty to say. It was my turn for him to listen.

"And the fact that you think you can write a song or play the sympathy card to win me back is disgusting. It's not that easy!"

He finally had enough because he let out a frustrated groan. "I don't want it to be easy then! I will spend every day of the rest of my life trying to make things right between us. I don't want it to be easy, I want you to make it hard. I want to prove to you that I'm sorry and that I love you. Because I do, I love you so damn much."

"If you loved me, if you really loved me like you say you do, you'd know to back off," I said carefully and pointed at him. "Because I don't, just leave me alone."

It was true. There was nothing he could do to fix this. Even if I still wanted to be with him I couldn't trust him. The hurt was clear on Kendall's face because he grabbed my waist as I tried to walk away.

"I'm never going to stop being sorry for what I did. But I'm not going to apologize for how I feel." His voice was low as he pressed his lips to my ear. "I love you so much and you'll see that. I know you'll see that we are meant to be together."

My hands were shaking as I shoved him off of me. I wanted him out of my face and out of my life, my words were loaded with disdain.

"Don't hold your breath."

AN: Elle's having trouble sleeping and it looks like Kendall isn't giving up anytime soon. The next chapter will be exciting for both Elle and BTR with a pinch of drama. This was a bit of a filler but it was needed to set things up going forward. I think my favorite part of this update was the scene on the studio bus when Kendall and Elle we're reminiscing. The next update will be less disjointed than this one. What was your favorite part?

Thanks for reading and please drop a review. See you soon!