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?



35. Downward Spiral.

As Liam left, I took my case to Elle, trying to get her to tell the full story, but she wouldn't crack.

"Please Elle? I tell you everything!" I pleaded, following her to the kitchen in which she ate her mini quiches. She rolled her eyes as she took a huge bite.

"Uh, no. It's not my fault your mouth won't keep shut." She responded, swallowing the quiche.

"But Elle!" I whined, dragging my feet behind me as I followed her to the couch. She sat down, silent, as she finished off the quiches, one by one. I glared at her on the other couch as I waited for her to blurt it out. She was still quiet as she put her plate in the sink, and as she moved back to the couch and turned the T.V. on. I kept my firm stare on her until she finally groaned in frustration and turned to me.

"Fine! But I swear, if any of this comes out of your damn mouth.." Elle swore, her eyes sharp. I nodded, zipping my lips shut as I tightened them into a hard line. She took a deep breath.

"You see, it was the first time I actually felt something. I mean, sure, I thought I felt that dozens of times, for Stephen, for Derek, but it was different. This time, I felt sure about it. Secure. Then, he told me something. He said he fell for me. And I can't.. I can't do that. It doesn't happen for me. You know that, I'm supposed to be single, just hookups and nothing else."

I shook my head. "You're capable of more than that, Elle. You are one of the most caring people I have ever met, you just have a rough outer shell. And I'm pretty sure you're not seeing what's going on, with you and Niall. Or what Niall is doing for you. He's making you happy, Elle."

"Yeah, well, I don't know about that. He's a great guy, it's just that I don't like people to get to know me. It, quite frankly, frightens me. It's not the life I'm meant to lead."

"If you keep telling yourself that, then it's going to happen, Elle. Alright?"

She sighed, and I was unsure of what to say. I then felt suddenly very tired, it had been a very long day.

"I'm going to bed, Elle. This day was... interesting." I concluded, stepping away from the kitchen, leaving Elle to her thoughts.

"Fuck you, Amelia. You're a bitch."

I awoke with a start, the nightmare still fresh in my mind. Elle was nowhere to be seen, so I huddled up beneath the covers, shivering from fright. I remembered back to when we were still together, when he had hit me so many times. The memories flashed through my mind as I remembered one day, when it started.

"Amelia, what do you think you're doing?"

His voice echoed throughout his house, as I stood in the kitchen, head held high. I had just bought some tickets for a football game, just for me and Elle. Jake was furious, for some completely odd reason. I stood up to him, because I wasn't afraid at the time.

"You don't have to be with me 24/7, Jacob." I yelled back, pounding my fist on the table. His jaw quivered as he threw back his fist and punched me in the stomach. I cried out in pain, feeling like there were thousands of needles stabbing me in my abdomen. Tears welled up in my eyes as he walked away. I fell to the ground, curled up in a ball to help ease the pain. Nothing seemed to work, and the pain never subsided.

As I cried I thought about it. Maybe I deserved it. Maybe I was just being stupid and selfish. Why wasn't I a perfect girlfriend like he wanted me to be? Why was I such a bad person?

"Princess?" He called out from the other side of the room, and I could see his eyes were red as well. I sniffed as he walked over and took me into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Amelia. I shouldn't have done that. You were just so stupid! What were you thinking?" He demanded, slapping me. My jaw dropped open in shock as my face hit the floor. He picked me up, shushing me.

"Sh, sh, it's okay. I won't do that ever again, princess. I promise."

I shuddered, back in my bed in London, feeling guilty again. Should I have stayed? He made it seem so easy to hurt me. I knew, although, that my heart belonged to Liam now, and no one else. But maybe, just maybe, Jake was right. Maybe I was just a dumb bitch. 

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