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?



67. I Let Go.

The plane ride was long, boring, and quiet, as I laid back in my seat and tried to sleep as I had on the way there. Much to my dismay, I couldn't sleep at all. I stayed awake as everyone else slept soundly, and some made more sounds than others. I could hear Harry talking in his sleep from two seats ahead of him. Finally the old woman he was sat next to hit him with her purse.

"Young man, half of this plane is trying to get at least an ounce of sleep! Quit talking about complete nonsense!"

That statement earned a few giggles and hoots, especially from Niall who was quick to agree with the lady, complete with a high five and a handshake. Liam and I just rolled our eyes and turned away. I was awkward around Liam still, afraid of what was going to be said once we were home. Maybe I was just being paranoid, but something seemed really odd about the way Liam acted around the subject. It made it feel like my heart was pounding throughout my entire head. Or maybe it was just that giant migraine I had.

"Hey, babe, are you asleep?" I could feel his cool breath on my forehead as my eyes flickered open. The light of the airplane blinded me, making my pounding head magnify thousands of times.

I took a deep breath, hoping to sooth the pain. "No. Couldn't sleep."

"Mm, me either." He looked at me, then frowned. "Are you alright, darling? You look like you're going to throw up."

"Migraine. Hurts." I groaned, reaching my hand up to my forehead, but Liam's intercepted mine.

"Your shaking." His hand gripped mine, stopping the intense shivering coursing through my arms. I squeaked, catching sight of it. I tried to control it, but it only seemed to worsen. My eyes widened as I panicked and looked to Liam to help me. His other hand touched my forehead, and his mouth turned down into a frown.

"You are freezing, Ames! Oh my God, are you okay?"

I croaked out words to my best ability. "Don't... know.."

The headache was making my sentences short and choppy, because the longer my mouth was open, my head seemed to get even worse, if that was even possible. I creased my forehead in frustration as I struggled to sit straight up. I sucked in a sharp breath as my head had a sharp pain. My hand shot up to my head, to hopefully stop the pain.

"Amelia?" Liam's voice was dimmed, his figure in front of me foggy. I tried to speak, but my lips felt numb. Liam's hand motioned around, waving. I could hear yelling, but it sounded oh so quiet.

I felt my eyes close, even though I struggled against it. I couldn't let myself go, I had to stay awake! For Mom, for Dad...

For Harry, Louis, Niall, and Zayn.

For Perrie and Eleanor.

For Elle.

For Liam.

I had to stay awake for Liam.

"Amelia! Stay awake! C'mon!"

"For me, please."

My eyes snapped open as I took a huge breath. My vision was oddly sharp, everything crystal clear. The only thing that I was focusing on, however, was Liam's face in front of my own. His eyes were filled with tears, that were already steadily streaming down his red cheeks. How long had I been out?

"Liam." I whispered, my tongue rough and cracked. His hand caressed my face, touching my nose, eyes, and forehead.

"You're going to be perfectly fine..." Liam rambled, fussing over me. "You are perfectly okay."

"Liam, listen to me." I tried to get his attention again, my hand now upon his own face. The shaking in my hand had ceased, but I felt unstable and lightheaded.

"You are going to be alright.." The words caught in his throat as he looked me straight in the eye. I had his attention now.

"What happened?" I asked, hoping he'd understand what I was inferring to. He seemed to realize almost immediately.

"The doctors wanted you get a surgery, but there was only a seventy percent chance of you actually surviving. We said no."

"B-before you woke up, something went wrong," He swallowed, his eyes searching my face for a reaction. I gave none. "You were internally bleeding."

"They stitched you up, but the surgery wasn't exactly," he paused, searching for the correct word. "Reliable."

"They said that there was a 'bloody chance' that you would develop short term memory loss. But, every time you did practically anything, the stitches ripped, little by little. The bloody doctors knew this would happen." He was in hysterics by the time he finished, his hands now shaking instead of mine.

"Liam, listen." I said, my eyes filling up with tears now.

"W-what?" He mumbled, my hand now up to his eyes. I wiped a few tears away from his cheeks before beginning.

"Promise me-" My side hurt intensely now, my vision filled with white pin-points. I tried once again to say what I had tried to speak before.

"Promise me you won't shut down on people. You have a life, and I don't want you to waste it on sadness. Understood?"

"Don't talk like that." He demanded, his hand tight on my forearm. "You are perfectly fine!"

"Liam, you aren't listening to me!" I cried, both hands now framing his jawline. His oh-so-perfect jawline.

"I don't want those brown eyes that I fell in love with to be dull and full of tears. Be bright, okay bub?"

"Amelia-" I stared hard at him. I was determined for him to promise to me that he wouldn't shut out his friends if I didn't make it through. I had an odd feeling in the back of my head, and I could feel it spreading rapidly throughout my entire body.

"I promise."

I nodded, my eyes blurred with tears, or maybe it was the blinding pain. I spoke once more, my voice faint. "I love you so much, Liam."

Liam started to cry once again as he spoke again. "I love you Amelia."

I must've laid back right afterwards, because suddenly my head was resting against my seat. I smiled soundly, my eyes drifting shut, and I let go.

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