I race to the door and throw it open, expecting Liam. At first I was dissapontied, but a smile crept back onto my face as I realized who it was. "Jamie!" I squeal, jumping into his arms. I hear a car door slam, running feet, and a sniff, but think nothing of it at the time. "Em!" James chuckles, mocking my voice, as he hugs me back. I invite him in, and we sit on the couch. I know you must be thinking 'woah, for an orphan that girl has a load of cash'. Well, I do. Wheen I turned eieghteen, I was given all the fortune of my parents', which was a lot. Anyways, back to the story. "So, what's up Em? I never saw you at school Friday, only on the bus."
"Well you might not believe me but er..." "Are you skipping school again? I thought we talked about this Emily; I-" I interuppt him. "No I diddn't skip! You'll never guess who I got signed out by." He fidgets with his eyebrow peircing. "Whooo?" he whines.
"Well, you know that band I really like, One Direction? Well I won a contest of theirs and I get to spend a week with them! Don't worry; I'll be back tomorrow though; we agreed to hang out after school."
"OH.EM.GEE. That's great Em!" "I know, rigth and I think I might frncy wern erf thrm." I mumble the last part. "What'd you say Em?" He said, a cheeky grin creeping upon his face, a blush on mine.
"I think I fancy one of them, alright?" I huff. "AWH, my Em has her first wittle cwush! Show him to me! I must approve." I giggle, leading him to my room. "I'll just show you a picture for now." I show him my poster, he agrees right away. "Looks like a nice lad. Hey, look, he signed it! Awhhh!" I chuckle and we sit on my bed for maybe an hour, talking about everythng; while we snuggle up to Oliver. At one point he tells me he has to go, so I hug him and he leaves. It's about one o'clock already, why hasn't Liam called? Does ha hate me too?!
Shut up Emily, he likes you. I think in another way too..... No stop it, he doesn't love you, no matter what you think. My thoughts stop as somebody knocks on my door. Maybe James left his keys. I answer the door. "Liam? Why didn't you call?" Liam stood at my door, his cheeks red and puffy, has he been crying? He has a sad expression written across his face and looks down at the ground, before he speaks, ignoring my question.
"I didn't know you had a boyfriend Emily." I freeze, he's upset. Why? Plus, he never calls me Emily, it's always my nickname, Em.
"What're you talking about Liam?" He bites his lip and looks up at me, peircing my eyes. "I think you know quite well what I'm talking about. Look, I'm sorry for flirting and doing all those things, I had no idea you were in a realationship, I'm sorry."
"Liam, I don't have a boyfriend, nobody loves me." He mumbles something but I don't understand him, then he speaks, raising his voice scaring me. "Don't lie Emily! You can't cheat on him! I saw that guy walk into your home and you just all over him!" Tears stream freely down my face, Liam was scaring me.
"L-liam stop it, you're scaring m-me!" "No!" He shouts, his voice louder. "You can't do that to somebody! I wish you'd told me, then I wouldn't have been so cheeky and flirty! You could've at least told me!"
I start to scream. "I'M NOT DATING ANYBODY! THAT'S MY FREAKING BEST FRIEND LIAM! PLUS, HE'S THE ONLY PERSON WHO'S EVER CARED ABOUT ME! AND HE'S GAY LIAM! IT WOULDN'T MATTER!" I'm now sobbing uncontrolably, shaking in a small curled up ball on the ground.
"Wait, Em, I'm sorry I just-" "No Liam. Just s-stop it. I-I'm just afraid that's all. Go away, I'll see you l-later." I say, standing up, still shaking. He hugs me, I just stand there a second, then hug him back. "Please forgive me for lashing out, I just was upset. I should've known better." Liam says.
"Whatever, I don't want to talk about it." I mumble into his chest. "You sure?" he whispers. "Yeah." "Do you forgive me?" "Yes, of course I do, you're my best friend."
"Boys, why don't you like her?" I say. The boys sat in the livingroom, we all were just chatting. "In my defese, she's one of my best friends." Zayn says. "What about you Harry? Why're you always so cold to her?"
Harry scoffs. "Can't you see? Mate, it's all just an act, she wants attention. I hate girls like that." "Oh really? When I walked into that closet, she was sobbing. She had that deep cut in her wrist before she even knew she won. Those scars can't be faked. Plus, that crying can't be fake, it's real. You have some serious issues if you think that's n act." I stand up and go to my car, driving to Emily's flat; I promised to talk to her today. I run out of the car when I arrive to the complex, running up to her floor. \
I see her jump into sombody's arm, and I just lose it. I sniff and run into the men's toilets. I cry for a while, then get up enough courage to go to her door. Luckily, the boy was gone.
When she answers, I didn't know the fight would come on. When I raised my voice the cowered down in fear. I don't know why, I'd never hurt her.
"L-liam, stop it you're scaring m-me." Emily whimpers. "No!" I say, she looks terrified. We fight for a minute, until she's on the floor crying. Crap! I scared her, I felt awful. I'd never wan to do that to the person I love. Yes that's right, I fancy Emily, I'm going to tell her soon. We make up, and she tells me I'm her best friend. If only I was more then a friend.