What He Doesn't Know

Audrey was Liam's best friend. His protector. His "sister". His bodygaurd. And he was hers. They did everything together. Until the ninth grade. They drifted apart, found new friends. But, they haven't talked since. Until now. 7 years later. A lot can happen in 7 years. Scars can emerge, tears can be shed, memories can develop. But it's worse for all when the only one you love has no idea what you've been through.


13. Idea

Liam’s POV:

            When I wake the next morning, I find myself on the couch. Taking a second, I remember the events of the evening last and remember what it took for me to sleep here. I remember vividly the past Audrey revealed to us unknowingly and vaguely remember convincing her to spend the night. Walking into my room, I expect to see her fast asleep curled up in my bed. Instead I find my bed made, the window closed, the curtains drawn, and pillows fluffed. It’s pristine, immaculate. But, she’s left.

            Well, What did I expect? To see her sleeping soundly after the events of last night? To wake her up gently with a breakfast-in-bed? I don’t know. My mind is in a muddle. Hungry, I go to make breakfast. As I blend myself a healthy smoothie and grab a slice of buttered toast, I see a yellow post-it note on the table.


Thank you for letting me stay the night. I hope I wasn’t a bother. I’ll send you a note if I need anything.


            That was all.

Audrey’s POV:


            Walking back from the tube station after class, I formulate a plan. A genius idea, to maybe not ensure my safety, but to perhaps put a safeguard around me and those I care about. As I neared my building, I spotted the paparazzi vans parked outside as usual. For the first time, I purposefully walked into their midst. As I predicted, they fired questions at me. They asked my name, I said it. “Audrey Dickinson” Am I with Liam Payne? “Yes.” I know I am not, but if this is to work, I may just have to bend the truth a fraction. That should be sufficient information for now. I duck my head and hurry into the building.


            The first thing I do once I reach my apartment is rush to the window and pen a note to Liam, to keep him from panicking.


There is one way I can think of to protect me now. Your fame and the tabloids will keep him away if we act like a couple. Please know I don’t think of you in that way, it is only for publicity. I think of you as a brother. But, if there is one thing Ryan hates, it is the public eye. He’ll steer clear. Please, help me make this work.


            I reel it over as fast as I possibly can and pray he sees it before the headlines are out. Then, I turn to my kitchen and throw a frozen pizza in the oven for lunch. I peer over my shoulder every few moments with bated breath waiting for a reply from Liam. To my surprise, the only reply I received was a knock on the door. Curious, I peer through the peep hole.

            A distorted figure of a tall, muscular boy greets me. His face is hidden by the large bouquet of yellow and white carnations he’s holding. I chuckle. I open the door and say “You got my note?” “Yes of course, darling” he says, playing the part. He hands me the beautiful flowers.

“Well, come on in, our first date begins now!” I reply, continuing the act.

“What fine cuisine are we indulging in this fine afternoon?”

“Gourmet frozen pizza and a side of chips.”

“Sounds delightful!”

We both smile. I place the flowers into a vase I use as a centerpiece. I lay out a tablecloth and set out my best china. Also known as, my only set of glassware. I pull the pizza out of the box as elaborately as I can, and we sit down to our “first” date.


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