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?



33. Appearance.

"Oh my God, Ames. I'm sorry." Liam's voice cracked, and I just started to cry harder. 

"Liam, I know I overreacted. It's just, all of the times with Jake, it makes it so hard for me to trust."

There was silence on the other end as I sniffed and cried a bit more.

"I know. I didn't realize how drastic it was. And I apologize. We need to talk though. Can I come over?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah. Okay. See you soon." I said quickly, wiping my nose and standing quickly. I walked to the mirror and groaned. I had black smeared from my eyelid to my cheeks, and my eyes were red and puffy. There were tear trails on my face, leaving angry red marks on my cheeks. Gross.

I wiped off the remnants of mascara and eyeliner with a wet washcloth and sat down in defeat. I wasn't going to try. I then heard a knock on the door, and I walked over to the door. My hand paused on the doorknob and my heart began to beat twice as fast as before. I took a deep breath and opened it. I closed my eyes tight.

"Um, hi." It wasn't Liam's voice. My eyes snapped open, and I gasped.

"What are you doing here." It wasn't a question, and I closed the door slightly from behind me. I glared at Jake, tears now stopped. I was beyond angry. I was furious.

"I just needed to apologize. I keep seeing you in magazines with some tool, and I just got so jealous. I need you." He said, reaching forward and touching my cheek with his hand. I turned away, eyes shut again. His hand dropped, and his jaw was tight.

"This isn't going as planned." He sounded strained. I glared, eyes full on his face again. I took in his features, sharp jawline and brown eyes. His jaw peppered with a bit of stubble, which I hated beyond belief. Liam didn't have stubble. Liam was perfect.

"Good. I don't want your apologies. I don't want to ever see you again." I demanded, turning to the door to go inside. His arm grabbed my arm and twirled me back to face him.

His grip caused me to let out a gasp, his knuckles white on my arm. His eyes were squinted, and a few centimeters from my face. I blinked back shock as he forced his face on mine, kissing me hard. Too hard. I squealed, slapping his arms from mine as I struggled out of his grasp. I whipped my face to the side, and tried to twist my way out. His grip was finally released, and I stumbled forward. My cast on my leg caused me to lean onto the wall for support.

"Fuck you, Amelia. You dumb bitch." He yelled, and slapped me. I cried out in pain, my hand raised onto my pounding cheek. Tears were now falling freely again. I needed to get back in the apartment.

"What's going on here?" Liam's voice penetrated the air loudly, causing Jake to turn in surprise. I took that as an opportunity to get close to the door again. I peered through the subtly closed door as Jake sauntered up to Liam.

"Are you the guy with my girlfriend?" Jake yelled, his muscles rippling.

"I am not your girlfriend, Jacob." I said through clenched teeth. He ignored me, and Liam looked at me worriedly.

"Yes, I am. She's my girlfriend after all." He said back.

Jake shook his head. His arm swung back, about to punch Liam.

"NO!" I screeched, running out from behind the door to hit Jake. I pushed him away, making him only move a few inches.

Liam grabbed my hand and pulled me away, and looked at me, his eyes filled with rage. I couldn't bare to see him like that. Jake then walked back and took a swung at Liam, managing to sock him in the arm. I could see him wince as he came in contact, and I shrieked.

"Leave. Now." I screamed at Jake, my arm pushing him away.

"No." He resisted, pushing back.

"Leave me alone! Do you understand, I am not forgiving you, and I never will." I shrieked, shoving him in the direction of the elevator.

"Fine!" He finally pressed a button and walked in.

"And I never want to hear from you again." I demanded, my tiny fist waving around. He shook his head in disgust as the doors slid shut.

"Liam." I whimpered, walking to his side. He smiled a small smile, and took me in a hug. I squeezed him tight, never wanting him to let go.

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