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?



39. Following.

It was silent for a while, as the words escaped my mouth. I felt guilt rush through my body as I told Elle's deepest, darkest secret. I could trust Liam, at least I was pretty sure I could. He had only made the one mistake, which I admit I overreacted now. He was sure to keep this secret safe.


That was all Liam could say as I told him Elle's secret. She had spent years trying to hide the fact that she had been anorexic. She wasn't just anorexic, either. She was bulimic, and used to binge all the time. I shivered at that fact, not understanding her. How could she even do that to herself? Compared to her, I was chubby, even before her anorexia and bulimia. I frowned, looking up at Liam.

"You can't tell anyone. And don't tell her that I told you. Understood?"

He nodded. "Of course! Thank you for telling me."


I looked down, again, rubbing my thumb over Liam's hand. We had stopped walking, now sat down on a bench in the park. It was quiet, except for the few passing cars and occasional bird chirping.

"Is she relapsing into that again?"

"I have no idea. I've decided to do some investigating."

He seemed to agree. "Is she depressed?"

I nodded, frowning a bit. "Yeah."

"Well, she has a great friend like you who cares. She can make it through this with your help."

"Are you sure?" I was uncertain, not sure if I could ever control Elle. She was a wild child, so how could I control her partying let alone her inner depression? It was all too deep for her, she was never intimate about those things.

"Positive. Don't lose hope, Ames! Well, I doubt you will, since you are bursting with it!" He added, laughing. I leaned into his shoulder, smiling. It darkened again as I thought of Elle. I needed to help her, so she wouldn't do it again. I shivered, wanting to not think about that. I remembered her sunken eyes, her prominent ribs, her stick thin arms, and how she shook all of the time. I remember when I first found out, when I asked her. She denied at first, but I was frightened when she passed out, unconscious for a while. She was admitted to the hospital, and they told me what was going on. I tried not to be mad, which was easy for me. I didn't get angry at her. I was mostly scared, and sad. She promised me that she would get over it, but she said she needed me and my help. I helped her get over it. And she never did it again, unless she's doing it now.

"Anything in particular you want to do today?" I asked Liam, changing the subject from the dark subject of Elle. He thought about it a while, before looking up, grinning. He stood up, in which I followed.

"Let's go someplace!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "That was the idea, bubs! Now we just need to figure out where!"

He shook his head as well. "No, that's not what I meant! I meant, do you want to go, like, on an airplane, and go away for a while?"

I was dumbfounded, my mouth hanging open. "Uh- but.."

"If you don't want to, just say."

"Liam. Listen to me, I would go anywhere with you. But would you want to go with me?" I asked uncertainly, looking down at my hands.

"Ames, listen to me. I would follow you anywhere you went. You have my word on that." Liam murmured his lips barely moving. He lifted my chin up, his fingers causing my face to tingle. I nodded, not able to speak.

"So?" He asked, smiling hopefully.

I grinned back, grabbing his hands and holding them up to my heart. I looked up at him, his smiling face, his eyes searching mine for an answer, and I knew what I needed to say. What I had to say to him, what I wanted to say, no matter what.

"When do we leave?"

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