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?



30. Gotcha.

*Original POV*

I sighed as I sat up off the couch. Elle had been with Niall for a while, and I needed to wake her early tomorrow. The earlier she slept, the easier it would be to get her up and awake.

"You okay?" Liam asked, frowning. I sat back down next to him, frowning as well.

"Yeah, I just need to get Elle here and asleep. She needs to find a job."

"Yeah, I saw her tweet, gave me a laugh." He said, chuckling.

"She's a joy, ain't she?" I agreed, swinging my legs carefully off the couch so I could stand up. As I stood, I stretched my sore muscles and joints. Ouch, that probably wasn't best for my injured leg. I still had a scar on my head, as well, which I was glad was covered by my hair.

"Sit back down, Ames! Please?" He begged. When I refused, he playfully grabbed me and set me back down so I was laying across his legs. I laughed, protesting, but giving in. I decided to text Elle, so I brought out my phone and typed a quick message. Her reply was fast, and snarky as usual.

To: Amelia From: Elle

Oh, goodness gracious! It's already nine?? Oh no, I must come back before I die of staying up too late!

I rolled my eyes. Those two sentences were just dripping with pure sarcasm.

"What's funny?" Liam asked, grabbing my phone. He looked at her reply and snorted.

"She is the most sarcastic person I have ever met in my entire life." He said matter-of-factly. I nodded in agreement.

Liam's phone then began to vibrate, so he lifted me off of his lap and grabbed his phone off of the table in front of us.

"Niall. Huh." He said questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders, leaning against the scratchy couch pillow. I would have to go get some new stuff for our apartment.

"Hey, what's up?" He answered. He walked across the coffee table from me and sat cross legged on the ground. I faced him and decided my new goal was to make him laugh while on the phone.

I started to make funny faces at him, in which he shook his head. He did not want to laugh.

"How interesting." He said, his mouth turning up at the sides. But he still refused to make any sort of noise.

I continued making silly faces until he finally cracked open and burst out laughing. I raised my arms triumphantly.

"Gotcha." I said smiling. He just shook his head again, yet he was still grinning like a loon.

"Okay, Niall, I'm sure it'll be fine. I've got to be going now, Niall. Yep, I'll see you. Bye."

"What is going to be fine?" I wondered.

"Uh, nothing." He replied, sitting down next to me. I scrunched my nose. Now I just had to know what they were talking about. There was nothing to it. I was itching to know.

"Uh huh. Oh really, I bet it was nothing." I said casually. I'd get it out of him.

"Um, well..." He was already cracking?? Geez, I was good. I smiled sweetly, scooching over so my knees were next to my face and I was facing him on the couch.

"Well what, bubs?" I blinked widely, flapping my eyelashes back and forth. It seemed to get to him as he gave in with a sigh.

"Niall almost broke some guy's nose. I guess the guy bumped into Elle and tried to flirt with her. Pretty sure Elle just stormed off." He said.

"Oh, not again!" I groaned.

"Not again? What happened the first time?" He asked, his eyebrows now furrowed.

"Um, nothing. Anyways, I got that out of you pretty easily, now didn't I?" I winked, and we were now off of that topic.

"Psh, whatever.." He scoffed, yet with a guilty look in his eyes.

"You know how I did it?" I asked daintily. He shook his head, still smiling.

"Because I'm soooo irresistible." I giggled, and he laughed back.

"Oh yes you are. Irresistible beyond belief."

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