She thought Liam was just a normal guy, but soon Skie realizes she is deeply in love with Liam. Her father, however, does not approve of his daughters choice. What happens when the love you have for someone is forbidden?


7. Broken Glass

-A month later

"Babe!" I yelled as four glass cups fell, shattering to pieces on the floor all around me. I was stuck in the middle, barefoot. Liam soon rushed over to see what had happened. He burst into to laughter when he saw me in the middle of all the glass.

"How did this happen?"

"Your cups attacked me!" I joked. Liam walked over, lifting me onto the counter. He started to pick up the shards of glass.

"You're so clumsy" He chuckled sweeping up the remaining pieces. I smiled and watched him sweep the small glass particules, along with dust that had gathered on the floor, into the dust pan. I jumped off the counter tops when he threw it in the trash.

"No I'm not"  As soon as my feet touched the floor a small sharp pain dug into my foot.

"Ow!" I yelled out, fall flat on my bum. Liam quickly looked over and knelt by my side.

"Oh you're not?" He laughed lifting up my foot.

"I got it" I said shooing away his hands. I examined the bottom of my foot, there was a tiny shard of glass lodged into my heel.

"Got any tweezers" I asked looking up to Liam. He smiled and disapeared down the hall. I looked up to check the time on the clock that hung over the refridgerater. 8:32 pm. I knew my dad was probably freaking out right now.

"Here" Liam startled me. I looked over and he was knelt down, holding a silver pair of tweezers.

"Thanks" I smiled taking them from his hands. I grasped my foot, holding a tight grip on the small piece with the tweezers and pulled. I let out a soft whimper, and examined my foot. The piece was still there. I tried again, ending up with the same results. Liam was snickering behind me.

"Babe" I whined, handing him the tweezers. He got up and sat on the other end of me, holding my foot in one hand. Not even counting dow or asking if I was reading, he pulled at the small piece of glass. This time, removing it from my heel.

"What would you do without me?" He smirked. I giggled and pulled him closer for a kiss, but was soon interupted by a knock at the door. He lifted me up with one hand and walked over to see who it is was. I sat on the couch watching him.

"Lou!" Liam shouted. I darted up when I heard him. I had met Louis a few weeks ago and he is absolutley hilarious, and a fun person to be around.

"Louis!" I shouted.

"Skie!" He shouted back giving me a tight hug.

"What brings you here?" Liam asked.

"Me and El just got back from vacation, so I decided to visit my mate." He said.

"Where are the rest of the boys?" Louis asked.

"Home I suppose" Liam replied.

"Well what the hell invite them over!" Louis shouted, causing me to jump a bit.

"Let me get them on the phone." Liam smiled.



An hour past and Zayn, Harry, and Niall slowly came through the door one by one. I greeted them all as they walked in. I watched all their reactions when theysaw Louis. I could tell they were all really good friends.

"It's you, again!" Harry shouted pulling into a hug. Me and Harry had become closer this past month or so.

"It's you!" I laughed hugging him. I knew my dad would kill me if he knew I was spending the night with five boys, all by myself. It just sounds wrong. Speaking of him, he texted me.

"When you get home we need to talk"

What could he possible want to talk about. Every since that arguement weeks ago my dad haden't seemed the same.  I ignored the text and focused my attention on everyone else. The boys were all laughing, having a good time.

"Guys look how cute these little apples I bought today are" Liam said holding up an unusually small apple. I giggled at his cuteness. Me and Liam had been dating a little over three months now. I enjoyed every second I spent with him, which were alot of seconds. I basically lived with him. Only because lately, my parents have been argueing. Severly. Everytime I'm home they argue. I just can't stand to hear them constantly bicker, so I escape to Liam's. What really troubles me is what they argue for.


I feel horrible knowing the source of their arguements come from me and Liam's relationship. My dad constantly screams at my mom for allowing me to see him. I knew that if I left Liam they would stop fighting, and usually I would leave in a situation like this. But I just can't bring myself to do it, I don't want to. It was never a consideration. I always feel bad knowing I can stop the fighting, but choose not to. Does that make me a bad person?

*Next Day* 

I left Liam's house and walked over to mine. It was only about ten house away. When I walked up to my house I noticed my mums car was gone. That confused me, this was my moms day off. I entered the house and called out for my dad.

"Dad, I'm home"

"Over here" She calmy said from the kitchen. I walked in and some him sitting on the table.

"Where's mum?" I asked.

"That's what I needed to talk to you about." He said, avoiding eye contact.


"Skie, there is no easy way to say this." My brows came together, giving off a confused expression.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Me and your mother decided, it'd be best if we got a divorce"

My heart sank. I couldn't spit out words. My grews wide and I looked around, trying to avoid the tears.

"Why?" I asked choking on my words. I was trying my hardest not to let the tears stream down my face. I hated crying, because when I start. I can't stop, and not only that. My eyes puff up, and get swollen.

"We were only thinking about you. We didn't want you to see us constanly argueing."

"Well where did she go?" I asked.

"I'm not sure" I broke down at his words.

"This all your fault!" I shouted, a tear rolling down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away and pulled out my phone to dial my moms number. I ran up the stairs and pressed call. It rang a few times with no answer. I called a few more times, still no answer. I texted her.

"Mom, where are you?"

About a half an hour passed with no reply. I heard a knock on the door.

"Sweety" My dad said letting himself in. I wiped away my tears and turned to him.

'What do you want" I softly spoke.

"I'm sorry" He began.

"Just leave me alone" I said turning around. It took him a while but he got up and left. When he shut the door I pulled out my phone. Still no text from my mom. I texted Liam.

"I'm coming over" I got my backpack and shoved all my clothes(that I actually wore)inside. I grabbed my make-up and toothbrush and shoved them in. Everything barely fit. I got another small Jack Wills bag and stuffed more clothes to the brim. The rest of my clothes were already at Liam's house. I needed to get away. I checked my phone.

"Okay babe :)" He replied. I waited until my dad went to sleep to leave. Grabbing all my bags, I tip toed downstairs. I slowly pryed the door open, closing it behind me. I walked as fast as I could to Liam's, hoping my dad wouldn't catch me. The cool air wisped through my hair, causing it to fly back in the wind. I reached Liam's house and knocked. He looked down at my bags in confusion.

"Why did you bring so much clothes?" He asked. I walked in and sat on the table, placing my bags by my feet. "Babe, have you been crying? What's going on?" He said sitting next to me. I didn't say a word, I just held onto him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. I rested my head in his chest, he held me tight as well. I sniffed as tears streamed down my face.

"Tell me what's wrong Skie" He said. I pulled my face away from his chest and looked him in the eyes.

"My parents are getting a divorce" I still never told Liam why they alwasy fought, I didn't want him to think he did anything wrong. I mean, he didn't. Knowing Liam, he'd feel extremly guilty.

"I'm so sorry babe, I'm here for you" He said, holding me tighter.

"Can I stay here for a while, I can't stand to be home" I asked.

"Of course Skie." He said. I looked up into his eyes. Something about the way he looked at me felt different.

"I love you" Liam said.


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