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?



18. Get Out

I made up my mind. I was not going. I was staying. I walked my way down the apartment steps as I prepared myself to tell Liam what I decided.

"Hey, Liam." I said quietly. He turned towards me, eyebrows raised.

"Why aren't you packing?" He asked me.

"Because... I'm not.. going." I managed to spit out. His mouth opened in protest, but I cut him off quickly.

"Liam, I can't let him chase me away. He's already gotten me out of a country, I want to stay. It's okay."

He obviously didn't agree, but didn't say anything as I said a quick goodbye and climbed up the stairs.

"Amelia? Are you back?" Elle called from the kitchen. She was sitting cross legged on the counter, holding a spoon of peanut butter. I nodded, slipping into the bedroom and grabbing a pair of sweats.

Knock. Knock.

I froze, heart pounding. It couldn't be....

"Elle. Don't answer the door." I said, sticking my head out of the bedroom door. She stopped, her hand on the doorknob. I ran over and looked through the peephole.

I released a breath I hadn't known I was holding as I saw Liam's familiar brown eyes staring at his feet. I unlocked the door and opened it, smiling.

"Hey, Liam. what's up?" I said nonchalantly.

"What's up? Seriously? Ami, I was actually very concerned for you. What are you thinking?" He said angrily. I shrugged, stepping outside.

"I didn't think it was that big of a deal. He's not here now, is he? Plus, I bet Elle will take care of me just fine." I snapped back, confused as to why he was so upset over this.

"I understand that. You know what! Seems like you can take care of yourself. I'll see you some other time." Liam said, raising his hand. I involuntarily flinched, expecting a hit. Liam's eyes grew wide as his hand dropped to his side,

"Amelia, I would never, ever, hurt you." He whispered, his hand raising again and touching my face. A tear started it's way down my face, my nose sniffling again.

"I know." I murmured back, my throat tight. His eyes closed, and he stepped back.

"Are you sure?" He asked, and I nodded back.

"It'll be okay." I told him.

He nodded, saying, "Promise you'll call me first if anything happens, right?"

"I promise."

I shut the door, turning towards Elle slowly. She had a look of pure bewilderment as she sat down on the couch.

"So. Who found you." she said, licking the peanut butter spoon again.

"Jacob is here. I don't know how, or where, but he is." I croaked. Elle stared back, surprised.

"Well, that's interesting. Looks like I have to whoop some ass."

I laughed, feeling much better as the night winded down. Nobody knocked at the door, and I continually texted Liam updates, and he finally quit worrying as well. Finally, it was all back to normal.

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