He sighs loudly. "I don't know, because thr girl I love broke up with me and I want to know what I did?" Liam snaps. "Liam..." "What?" "You didn't do anything, but I can't tell you why I broke up with you."
"Why not?" He says, sounding sad with a bit of anger. "I don't want you to get hurt." He scoffs. "If anything I've hurt you. Remember those days of you crying? Remember breaking your arm? My fault, Emily. My fault."
I stand up, frustrated. "You don't understand Liam! And I can't tell you! I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't be with you. I'm sorry." I say, the last part a whisper. I sit back on the bed, my face in hands, silently sobbing. "Babe.... You can tell me or show me anything." "No I can- wait. That's it! I can show you." He looks at me confused and I walk over to my dresser, pulling out the notebook I had written in yesterday from a drawer.
"Here, read this." I say, handing it to him. "But don't freak out." He slowly nods, and I watch his reaction as he reads it. His eyes get wide and when he finishes, pulss me into a hug. "Will you be my girlfriend again?" he whispers into my hair. But Christa.... what if she-" "No. We'll go to the police about this, tommorow, at school. She'll most likely have the gun. I can hide in that closet. She'll get arrested, and we'll be fine! I promise." That promise was infact, kept.
I hesitate but say, "Okay. I trust you. And I 'd love to be your girlfriend." "Good" Liam whispers, pulling me into a kiss. It was slow, and perfect. When the time for breath comes, I rest my forehead on his chest.
"I love you Emily. Don't let anything, or anyone tell you otherwise." "Okay. I love you too Liam."
"Christa will never harm you again, or me." Lie number 3. I nod and he smiles.
"Hey Em?" "Yeah?" "Th boys want to see you, it's been like a week or so.." "Great!"
He calls Zayn, and we'll be meeting up with him at his flat. Could life get better? No. Could it get worse? Very Easily.