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?



59. Knowing.

The boys weren't home yet, but as soon as we arrived I jumped out of the car and ran inside. I raced to Liam and I's room, shutting the door behind me, locking it, and throwing myself onto the bed. My body was racked with sobs already. This could not be happening. Not here, not now! I burrowed myself into the white sheets and teal comforter, hiding from the outside world and my absolute worry for what was going to happen.

I heard a knock on the glass door, and I just blocked it out even more. I didn't feel like answering. I didn't want anybody to see me right now, especially not Liam. I wouldn't be able to hold myself together.

"Amelia?" Liam called out to me from behind the door. I heard the doorknob jiggle, then a clink of metal against metal. Oh darn, he had a key, didn't he? I didn't remember! It just caused more hot tears to stream down my face.

He was silent as he padded across the floor. He sat down on the end of the bed, and I felt the bed slightly bend. He was quiet a while, as if he were just sitting there, thinking. Which I suppose he actually was.


I didn't reply, making sure I didn't move a centimeter. I held my breath, hoping he'd go away and leave me alone. I felt more tears fall down my face, and my nose felt runny.

"Amelia, please." Liam sighed, exasperated. He pulled the blankets from over me, revealing my tearstained face. I sniffed loudly, wiping at my eyes with the palms of my hands. I sat up next to him, leaning onto his shoulder. I kept sniffing and wiping at my face, trying to make the wetness go away, but I kept crying silently.

"Are you alright?"

I shrugged, burying my face further into his shoulder. I didn't feel like talking.

"Is your memory back?" He asked, his arm wrapping comfortingly around me. I ransacked my brain, searching, grasping for something, anything.

"No." My voice cracked, sending a few more tears down my face.

His arms wrapped tighter around me, and I could feel his own breath catch in his throat. That just made me cry harder, and louder, to my disappointment.

"Shh, it's okay." He murmured, grasping my tiny, soft hand in his own huge, smooth hand. His thumb traced little circles on my palm, calming me down considerably. My hitched breathing slowed down until I was only crying softly, the tears beginning to end.

I felt like the room was slowly closing in, and my claustrophobia kicked in. I squeezed my eyes shut as my vision swirled, and I prayed that it'd go away. There were little stars freckling my vision when I finally opened my eyes, but something felt much different. Hope surged through me as my breathing went fast again. I searched my brain for memories that I'd forgotten earlier, surprised to find them intact and there, as if nothing had happened in the first place.

"Liam," I gasped, grasping onto his shirt tightly. It felt weird, but it was back. "I remember."

A smile cracked onto his features, as his hand squeezed mine. He let go and placed his hands on my head, framing my face. "I knew it wouldn't last long!"

I nodded, laughing nervously. If it happened once, it could happen again, right?

"I should call the doctor." Liam decided, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I let him gladly, not wanting to speak to the doctor. What if there was something seriously wrong?

Liam stood, walking over to the middle of the room in front of the window that featured the bright, magnificent pool. I could see Harry and Niall fooling around on a floating toy that they'd bought. Turns out they spent most of the day in tourist shops, buying random pool crap. Now we had a pair of inflatable armbands (specifically for Zayn), a inflatable ring shaped as a turtle, a few other assorted rings, a huge load of mini squirt guns, and a giant inflatable whale with a pair of handles to hold on to. They saw me staring through the window, and they waved with huge grins on their faces. Louis came up behind them, pushing them both into the pool. I could hear their screams of shock through the walls.

I laughed, pointing at the look of furiousness on Harry's face; apparently he'd been trying not to get his beautiful curls wet. Now he was soaking from head to toe.

"LOU. I AM GOING TO FU-" Before Harry could finish, Louis pulled a squirt gun out from behind him and squirted Harry full on in the face.

I was in hysterics, now silently laughing. Liam was still trying to contact the doctor, until finally he picked up the phone.

"Hello, Dr. Williams?" He paused, listening to the answer. "Yes, this is Liam, for Amelia Harding."

I heard him explain what happened today, and I sat there, my laughing fit gone. Now it was serious. I motioned for Liam to put it on speakerphone, wanting to hear what the doctor said. Liam complied, setting the phone on the end of the bed. Liam walked to the window again and started to pace.

"Ah, yes. This happens. It could either not happen ever again, or get progressively worse and worse, until she loses it completely again. If this happens, Mr. Payne, she will be livid very often, and will not like to be near anyone." My hands started to shake again as he explained more. My eyesight was dull, and my ears were unhearing. I didn't want to listen anymore. I knew what he was saying.

He was saying that I could very likely lose my memory again. And this time it wasn't coming back.

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