The Rebound Girl ~ Book 1 ~ Completed!

Liam is having a hard time after his break up with Danielle and when he meets Bess Boone he sees her only as the rebound girl. When Harry begins to really fall for her though things are bound to get complicated. In the meantime, Bess is fighting depression.The story contains cigarette use, a little bit of bad language, and some possible mature content, so, be aware of that.


3. Leona Lewis

Liam closed the door, wiping the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his hand. London weather was grey and cold, but running probably like a maniac to let off steam had made the trick. For a moment there, I felt sorry for him. He seemed to be really hurting. He was wearing a hoodie, a pair of shorts and old NIKE shoes.

‘I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting long,’ Liam said, coming closer. ‘I lose track of time when I jog.’

‘Don’t worry, mate. I kept her company,’ Harry said, half smiling.

‘How nice of you,’ Liam replied. He was a little hostile. I stood between the two boys and looked from one to the other.

Harry flipped his hair, saying, ‘I should better go. I’ll meet Louis for breakfast.’

I didn’t want him to go. ‘But you just had breakfast!’ I said without thinking and Harry laughed. Liam didn’t.

‘You should come,’ Harry then said, somehow hoping.

‘Nah. We’ll just hang around here for a while,’ Liam replied for the both of us and I pressed my lips together, a little mad.

‘Maybe some other time then,’ Harry said, winked at me, and left.

‘So,’ Liam began, going to the fridge. ‘What do you think of Harry?’

‘You boys really are, what you see is what you get, aren’t you?’ I asked, smiling and remembering the half hour I had spent with Harry.

Liam smiled. ‘And you’re really okay around us. I have to give you that,’ he said, pouring some orange juice in a glass.

‘Well, I get to see a lot of famous people at the record company,’ I said, proudly. ‘I saw Rihanna once! And Coldplay. They were really great. Oh, Leona Lewis, too.’

Liam choked on his juice. Oh, right. Liam loved Leona Lewis. Pfft. Whatever. It wasn’t as if I cared. I wasn’t jealous. Well, maybe just a tad.

‘She’s a beautiful woman,’ Liam said, already daydreaming, as if I wasn’t even there.

‘Overrated, you mean,’ I retorted, a little offended.

Liam grinned. ‘Let’s sit on the sofa,’ he suggested and I tensed.

‘I still don’t know what I’m doing here,’ I told him, not moving from where I stood.

‘We’re spending some time together, as friends,’ he replied casually, putting the jug of juice back into the fridge.

‘We’ve only met yesterday,’ I said, not letting my guard down.

‘And I liked you. That’s why you are here,’ he said, sitting on the sofa and laying back. I moved closer and he went on, ‘There’s something about you, as if you’re hurting, too, for some reason. I want people who understand what I’m going through around me right now.’

He was being honest, I knew that. ‘I know what it feels like to lose someone and miss them to bits,’ I said, sitting down next to him. ‘But it’ll all get better in time, you’ll see.’

Liam began singing Leona Lewis’ song and I got annoyed. Liam laughed a little and asked, ‘Are you jealous, love?’

‘Pfft. NO. I mean, why would I be?’ I lied, looking everywhere but him. Liam put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me close to him. Our faces were a few inches apart and Liam leaned in, but I put my hands on his stomach, and asked, ‘Are you sure about this?’

His soft caramel eyes were so sad when he looked at me. He didn’t answer, but kissed me. His lips were soft and warm. His mouth tasted of fresh orange juice. His hands held my face and hair, and I touched his neck. He was so gentle and kind. When he tried to deepen the kiss, he broke it, instead. He moved back, sighing, and turned away from me. He couldn’t do it, but he didn’t say it out loud.

I cleared my throat, getting up. ‘I should better get going. Those tons of trays of cups of tea won’t serve themselves to famous people who’ll never read my lyrics, right?’ I blabbed, feeling absolutely guilty for how crappy Liam felt.

‘You write lyrics?’ Liam asked, getting up, too.

‘Yeah, but it’s not as if I expect to make it in the music industry or anything. I mean, I’ll probably end up being a journalist or a teacher,’ I said and laughed uncomfortably.

‘Maybe I can read your songs sometime,’ Liam said, folding his arms across his chest.

‘Or maybe we shouldn’t meet again,’ I said, laughed, cleared my throat, and felt as if I was acting like an absolute moron. ‘Okay, so, I should really get going.’

‘Thanks for coming,’ Liam said.

‘Oh, it’s no biggie,’ I blurted out. No biggie? Really, now, Bess? Really? Liam smiled and I headed to the door. Before I could do or say anything else that would humiliate me, I left, not looking back.

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