1. Missing You
A year. That's how long I waited. I knew that dating a celebrity would be beyond difficult. But honestly, a year? I texted him.. called him.. everything. And what did I get? Nothing. I knew he had his phone, too! He always tweeted and posted Instagram pictures. I felt like I was slipping from his memory. I cried myself to sleep most nights, thinking that he hated me. What did I do? I never thought that I would be lucky to date someone from One Direction, but I did. I am. And apparently.. I wasn't the only one who was. I looked at my laptop, scrolling through tweets, comments, etcetera. That was when I saw it. A picture.. Right in the middle of my screen, I saw Liam and some other girl. A fan of his tweeted it to me. They were kissing! Who the hell was it!? I felt a heavy tear roll down my cheek and I slammed the cover on my laptop shut, not even caring if it broke. I was beyond hurt. I buried my head into a feather pillow that was on the couch, and I cried. My face was red, and I felt like I was going to run out of tears. I knew that something was up with him, I could feel it. As I wiped my eyes, I ran to my computer and opened the lid, ready to see what in the world was going on. I was scared to though. What if it was true? What if Liam was cheating on me? It's not like it would make a difference. He was a celebrity.. could do anything he wanted. I just really hoped that he would put enough thought into this. I looked through some of his pictures on Twitter. 'My baby and me :) x' it read, and there was the picture I saw. The tears continuously flowed, and I couldn't bare the thought any longer. I finally picked up my white iPhone, unsure what to do. I scrolled to Liam's name and tapped it. I stared at the picture of us. I always thought we were adorable. No! I needed to stop thinking about that. I clicked the green button and nervously awaited to hear his sweet voice, if he even answered.
I was sitting on the tour bus with the rest of the lads, talking about the usual things. Niall kept going off about food, Zayn was looking at himself in the reflection of his phone, Louis and Harry were blabbing, and there was me. Desperately trying to make some form of communication. I had been so down lately. I knew that Chloe had probably already seen the picture. I hated doing this to her. Apparently, I was supposed to drop her. Just like that. And not only would I have to that, I would need a celebrity girlfriend. Management worked weird that way. I hated it. I had to act like I completely erased her, and I wasn't even allowed to have any form of communication with her. It was unlikely for a celebrity to date a fan, although Chloe wasn't just a fan. She was..and is.. perfection. My thoughts were rudely interrupted when my phone began vibrating. I let out a soft groan and looked at the screen and swallowed hard, seeing her name and face. The irritated look on my face went away, and I had a small smile. I knew I wasn't supposed to.. but I had to answer. She had probably seen the picture I posted. I suddenly felt even more guilty. I had to explain myself to my princess. I couldn't have her thinking that Danielle and I wanted to be together. I wanted to be with her, so bad. I know she needed me. I needed her. It was now or never, because I knew I would never have the nerve to call her back. I bit my lip nervously and answered the phone. "Chlo?"