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?

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83. Give Her The Chance.

*Elle's POV*

"I think he's gone off the deep end." I reasoned. I was on the phone with Harry, walking down the corridor to Amelia's room. I shook my hair forward, raking my fingers through the blond strands nervously.

"I don't know, Liam's always the best one in the worst situations. I think he's telling the truth." His voice was perky. Way too perky.

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't it a bit far-fetched, though?" I snorted. "And cliché?"

"It happens though. I looked it up." He sounded like he was smirking. That little smartass, Googling shit and all.

"Trying to be a smartass?" I smirked, runway-walking my way to Amelia's hospital door. I stood outside of it for a second, waiting to hang up on him before entering the doorway.

"Or a kiss-ass." His laugh was loud on the other end. "Is it working?"

"Nope!" I said, popping the p. "See you later, loser."

I hung up, then proceeded to yank the door open. Liam was sitting there, talking. My eyes widened, looking at Amelia, who was still asleep. What the hell was he doing?

"Elle. Come here." He murmured, smiling at me, yet not even looking up to see if it was me. I walked over, a little freaked out.

"Liam, honey, I think you're imagining this..." I said softly, trying not to hurt his feelings. He looked up at me sternly, his lips puckered in a angry way.

"Do you honestly think that I'd think something like that up, after all the worrying I've been doing?" He sounded hurt, shaking his head. His eyes shot up, staring right into my own, startled eyes. "Or do you just think I'm crazy?"

For a second, three thoughts raced through my mind. The first was that Harry, the little bastard, had told him what I'd said. Then, a second thought, which was that he'd heard me snickering in the hallway. The third, however, caught me completely off guard. What if he actually isn't making anything up? I needed to give the poor boy a chance, anyways.

"Okay. Show me." I said, sighing as I slid another chair up beside him. He gave me her hand, then waited patiently... for nothing?

"Um..." I waited, my eyes flickering from his patient face to Amelia's hand. "Is it just supposed to... happen?"

He shook his head. "No, no. Talk to her. Say something."

Oh God. I was definitely not going to talk to someone who couldn't even hear me. "Liam, she can't hear us. She's asleep or something. Okay?" I was frustrated that I'd even tried to understand.

"No, Elle, you don't understand. She can hear." He shook his head again, determined to show me. "Amelia, if you can hear me right now, squeeze Elle's hand."

I didn't feel a damn thing. I looked at him, my eyes worried. "Liam, stop this-"

"No, you stop, and try to believe in her for at least one bloody minute! For once, give her the damn chance." He stood up, angry. The door was thrown open, and Liam catapulted through it. I could hear his footsteps echoing through the hallway for a while, before I looked back down at Amelia, sighing.

"I wish that I could help him, Amelia, I really wish I could." I let go of her hand and stood, looking away for a second, before picking up my bag and leaving the room. I was getting emotional in there already, and I definitely didn't want anybody to see me like that.

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