That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



87. Against The Odds.

*Elle's POV*

"Amelia, I need you so badly..." I sighed, settling into the chair Liam had been sitting in for the past week or so. I had no idea where he'd ran off to, but I was glad that he was getting out and about. He'd been sitting here, most likely going crazy.

"Nobody trusts me, I swear! I've been checking up on Bear, you know, and the people at the dog hotel or whatever are nice. But, Niall just doesn't trust me at all! I don't think that it's going to work out."

My head hung down, my hair falling into my face. I sniffed, wiping my cheeks quickly for the black streams probably on my face. I shook my head, taking a deep breath. "I know that Liam thinks that you're listening. But you're not, are you? You're probably laughing at me right now, because you knew all along that I would never find someone permanent, like you would, and I guess did."

"You knew, didn't you."

I looked down at her hand, for a reason unknown to me. I gasped, my eyes widening as I sat up, startled. Was that... movement? I took her hand in my own, waiting, watching. She didn't let me down.

"Now you understand." I turned, finding Liam standing in the doorway, a broad smile lightening his features. I was speechless, nodding at him, than looking back to Amelia. I smiled, laughing quietly, a few more tears escaping down my cheeks.

"How long have you been there?" I asked, my voice cracking. I hoped that he hadn't heard my little meltdown.

"This may be cliché, but I'm going to have to say," he chuckled, raising his eyebrows. "Long enough."

My shoulders drooped as I sat back in the chair. He pulled another one up beside me, clasping his hands together atop his lap. We sat there in silence, me looking at Amelia with surprise, Liam at Amelia in thoughtfulness.

"Niall does trust you, you know. It's just... he doesn't want to be hurt, I suppose." Liam raised his hand to his forehead, leaving it there, like he was massaging a headache away. "Sometimes he can be a complicated fellow."

I nodded, biting my lip. As much as I just wanted to be alone, I wanted people here, beside me, comforting me and telling me what to do. I never had that figure that told you what to do in my own home. I just did what I wanted, all of the time. My parents never honestly cared.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this, but you and him are basically exactly the same. You both just have little trust issues. You may not believe it now, but later on, you'll understand what I mean." Liam suggested, his eyes never meeting my own. I inhaled, then stood, nodding curtly. I walked out, my hands shaking. I had a big decision to make.

I reached down to my phone, sensing the vibrations it was making. I bit my lip, hoping it wasn't Niall. I was happy, and nervous, to find that it was Clare, calling from her mothers cell phone, which we exchanged during lunch. "Hey!"

"Got it." From her voice, I couldn't tell if it was good news, that she overcame it, or bad news.

"So...?" I smiled, walking down the hall, wiping my eyes of the dark mascara trails on my cheeks.

"Well, I guess, for now, I am cancer-free!" She yelled, to my relief. I grinned, stopping in the middle of the hall.

"That's great! Good for you!"

"Since it worked out for me, it'll work out for Amelia too."

I was shocked that she knew I was upset about Amelia, but even more surprised that she somehow knew her name. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to think of when I told her Amelia's name. I was almost positive I hadn't, but I brushed it off, blaming it on my bad memory.

"Thanks, Clare," I paused, wanting to bring up Amelia's name. "How exactly did you know my friends name?"

"I dunno. I just knew it. Oh, and no problem, Elle! I've got to go, Mummy's taking me to the ice cream parlor!"

She hung up, as I put my phone into my pocket. I shook my head, smiling lightly. I couldn't believe how lucky Clare was that she was perfectly fine. It made me ecstatic, and hopeful, that it could work out just the same for Amelia. Maybe she could make it through it, against the odds.

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