After Danielle broke up with Liam, he was devastated. He started to get more and more distant from everyone. He wasn't the sweet, responsible, daddy direction, that every one knew and loved. people started to question his behaviors and that's when management decided to make him date Alex.
Alex has to accept the management's offer because that's the only way she can save her dad.
Liam hates Alex and would do anything to make her leave, anything...


13. New Threat

“Zayn!” I protested.


He totally ignored me and raised his hand to punch him again but I ran to them and grabbed his arm. I was so scared that I couldn’t care any less about the pain that the movement had caused me.


“Stop it, please!”  My voice came out as barely a whisper.


Zayn turned his head to me and looked at me in bewilderment. “You’re protecting him? After what he did to you?”


Was I really protecting Liam? Well, I knew I didn’t want him to get hurt. Which looked kind of stupid and desperate even to myself, let alone others. I reminded myself again that I can’t let anyone know about my feelings. There was not much left for me, there was so little I had control over, my pride was one of them, without that I wouldn’t be me, I’d be lost.


“Can we take this outside?” I replied with more confidence this time. I think I even managed to hide the tremble in my voice.


Zayn looked me dead in the eye for a while and then nodded. I went near the bed and tried to bend down in order to get the blanket that Zayn had yanked off of me earlier. I tried to bend down and pick it up. Zayn saw me struggle, he clenched his fists, shot Liam a dirty glance and picked the blanket up for me and threw it over my shoulders. I felt better now. I wasn’t in my underwear in front of two boys anymore.


Zayn led me out of the room but in the last second when he was setting his foot out of the room I heard him muttering something like “This isn’t over” under his breath to Liam. I pulled his hand and dragged him out of the room with a lot of effort before he could say or do something that he would later regret. He had already gone overboard with punching Liam in the face. I couldn’t let them fight and ruin their friendship because of me.


We went to the living room quietly, none of us quite sure what to say or from where to start. I didn’t know what to say. Could I tell him what had happened, the whole truth? No, not the whole truth but maybe some parts of it to make it convincing, to make him believe me. It wasn’t that I trusted him, as a matter of fact I did which was strange considering the fact that I hadn’t known him for a long time, I had barely talked privately to him and yet there was something in his eyes that made me trust him and that was why I couldn’t tell him everything. I didn’t want to hurt him or Liam.


I opened my mouth unwillingly to start talking and do did he. I closed my mouth to let him talk and he did the exact same gesture.


“You first.” I laughed.


“No, you start.” He said and I could see a hint of a smile brightening his dark, handsome features.


“Look, Zayn, I can’t tell you what exactly happened but I assure you that it was mostly my fault.” Of course it was not mostly my fault but Zayn didn’t have to know that right?


“That doesn’t justify what he’s done to you. I have you looked at yourself? You weren’t this skinny last time I was you. Have you looked at the bruises on your body? What if you’d had a broken rib? What if you had hit your head somewhere? You didn’t used to be like this. The Alex I knew was strong and…” I could tell he was going to keep saying this and it was starting to make me angry.


I knew he was just trying to help me and that he was right but the very fact that he was right and that I was far from the person I used to be affected me even more. I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes but I didn’t let them. I had promised myself not to cry in front of anyone so I just focused all my sadness and frustration into anger and started shouting.


“The Alex you knew? You didn’t know me Zayn! You don’t know who I am, what I’m like or how fucking strong I am! You know nothing about me so just stop.”


He shook his head. Was he hurt? I didn’t mean to hurt him but if that was what it took for him to let go of what Liam had done, not tell anyone and patch things up with him then it was something that had to be done, for their own good.


“What did you do Alex?”  He asked while rubbing his temple.


“I don’t wanna get into details, let’s just say it involved Danielle and Liam’s ring and I said and did things I shouldn’t have.” The things I said weren’t bad at all and I was just trying to help but Zayn didn’t have to know that. I added the ring thing just to make it more convincing. I didn’t know if the ring was a gift from Danielle or something but considering the fact that Liam was going crazy when he thought I’d taken it, I figured it had something to do with her.


Zayn’s eyes widened in bewilderment. He stared at me with a shocked expression on his face for a while. His reaction confirmed my speculation, the ring did have something to do with Danielle. He was silent and I could tell he was searching for the right words.


“Have you lost your mind?” He finally spoke. “You don’t know what he went through after Danielle left! Do you have any idea how long it took for him to snap out of that state? And the ring? I guess you mean the one that Danielle had given to him a month before she left!”


“I know what I did was stupid and…” I was cut off but Zayn’s voice.


“It still doesn’t give him the right to lay his hands on you but…” He was debating with himself to see if he could forgive Liam for this or not.


“Just go easy on him this one time will you?” I pleaded.


He looked at me, uncertain.


“I promise you next time I’ll kick his ass!” I smiled and tried to sound more like me, the me Zayn claimed to know.


“Let’s hope there will be no next time.” He didn’t return my smile but I knew he was going to let go this time.


“Okay I gotta go. We have an interview and I came here so that we could go together but I guess he won’t make it to this one.” He said as he pointed to his face.


“What are you gonna tell them?” I asked suddenly concerned.


“That you two had a date or something?” He muttered as he went to the door.


Right before he opened the door he pulled me in for a gentle hug and placed a kiss at the top of my head.


“If anything happened let me know okay?”




I wanted to go and check on Liam after Zayn left and the fact that my clothes were in his room gave me a good excuse to do so. I headed to his room and knocked on the door and when I didn’t hear any answer I opened it. Liam wasn’t in his room but his laptop was on and lying on the bed, next to my clothes.


As I walked up to the bed to get my clothes I couldn’t help but notice that he had received and email. I didn’t mean to read it but the window was already open and it was as if couldn’t tear my eyes of the screen. It was from the management of a hospice thanking Liam for his generous donation and assuring him that his contribution would remain anonymous as he had wished.


Liam donated a large amount of money without management on his ass and forcing him? Of course management had nothing to do with this because if it did they wouldn’t have let him stay anonymous, they would use it for good publicity and stuff.


I smiled proudly. I knew that deep down he was a good person, I knew there was something left of what he used to be. He was still a kind hearted boy, he just didn’t give a shit what others thought about him anymore.


“So in addition to being gold digger and two faced you’re also a nosey bitch aren’t you?” Liam’s cold voice made me jump.


I quickly grabbed my clothes and got off the bed.


“I’m sorry… I just wanted to… I didn’t mean to…” I tried to explain.


“Save it.” He said and pushed past me and threw himself on his bed, placing his laptop on his stomach.


“You know I was thinking, if I can’t get you to leave, maybe the fans can. You know it’s not really wise of you to piss them off” His voice was calm and casual but I could sense the threat hidden in it. Was that supposed to be my last warning? Was he offering me one last chance to leave before things got worse? Didn’t he understand that it wasn’t an option for me? Couldn’t he feel my desperation?


“What do you mean?” I asked as I tried to unaffected.


“You think the fans will be happy when they see this?” He asked with a smirk as he turned his laptop to show me some pictures of Andrew and I.




What do you think? Who is Andrew?

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