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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34. Need To Know.

We stood there, holding on to each other as I sobbed into his chest. He led me inside where we sat at the couch and I stared awkwardly at my hands.

"Well," He began, calling my attention to his perfect brown eyes. "Your ex-boyfriend is a joy, now isn't he." I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, I really need to apologize to you. He is so rude! I don't know what's the matter with him. He doesn't know boundaries." I ranted, being cut off by Liam shaking his head. "What?"

"It's not your fault, Ames. I just want to know everything. I know you've been hurt, and I need to know." He said quietly, his hand holding mine in his. I glanced down, before looking back at his face. He smiled reassuringly and I took a deep breath.

"Well, I met Jake in eighth grade, and he was nice. He always smiled and helped everyone. His younger sister, Agatha, was in the special education class at the elementary school. He was so sweet to Aggie, and I thought I fell in love with him because of that sweetness. We went out in the eleventh grade, and we broke up when his sister went to the hospital for complications. She died a while afterwards." I felt confident again, and kept going, remembering the good memories, and the bad.

"After Aggie died, he went on a downward spiral. He started to drink, and take drugs. I thought he was still the same, so we decided to go out again. It was so different. That's when he started... hitting things." I swallowed back tears, as Liam's face hardened into stone. I squeezed his hand again, and his face changed again, becoming softer. He encouraged me on as I took a shaky breath in.

"The drugs and alcohol took over his life. I wasn't important anymore, and I just lost it. I didn't want to live anymore. I couldn't even believe how messed up I was. And I refused to believe how messed up he was. Something was seriously wrong with his mind. He encouraged me to do cocaine with him, but I denied. I wasn't that low, to do something that vile. It disgusted me." I choked back some bottled up tears, from the past years that I had gone through.

"It was like I was in my own personal hell."

I couldn't speak anymore as I brought my hands to my face and cried silently to myself as Liam comforted me.

"Ames, you don't have to tell me anymore. I'm sorry." He whispered, his lips touching my ear. I smiled slightly and shook my head.

"No, you deserve to know. I'll just skip to the end." I decided, wiping my cheeks. I started again, retelling the story of how I was determined to leave after leaving Jacob. How I had packed up quickly with my parents help, how I hadn't heard anything of him. "I'm sorry I'm so hard to be with."

"Thank you. I still think highly of you, Amelia. Never forget that." Liam murmured to me as I finished.

"No, thank you. I just told you how messed up I was, and still am, and you refuse to think of me differently. That means so much. So thank you, Liam.

We sat silently for a while, before he laughed awkwardly.

"Well, that was fun." he said, widening his eyes. I shook my head and laughed. Like, really laughed. I didn't feel as sad anymore, so I let out every bad feeling I had ever had with that one laugh.

"Let's not do that again." I laughed, wrapping my arm around his shoulders. He winced slightly, as I remembered the punch from Jake.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I'll go get you an icepack, okay?" I said quickly, standing. I hobbled on the cast to the freezer, which contained some popsicles, peas, and some frozen quiches, which Elle insisted on buying. I shrugged my shoulders and brought the quiches out.

"This is all I have, other than some popsicles and peas. Hopefully it'll work just as well." I said happily, flopping onto the couch next to him, handing him the box. He smiled gratefully, pressing the box against his upper arm.

"Ah. Thank you." He sighed in relief as he leaned back with the quiches. The door handle jiggled, and I looked straight at it, hoping it was just Elle and not someone else.

"What's up, suckers?" She yelled as she stepped in, throwing her shoes on the ground and the keys onto the counter. She looked over and she gasped. Her perfect pink glossed mouth shaped an 'o' as she gaped at us.

"What?" I asked, as she snapped her mouth shut. She pointed at Liam, her eyes angry. I cocked my head, confused. Since when did she have a problem with Liam?

"Are. Those. My. Quiches?" She spat, stomping over to us.

"Oh, c'mon, Elle, he has a.. uh, bruise." I stammered, smiling at Liam. He winked back, grinning.

"What's your little inside joke here? You know I hate being left out!" Elle whined, jumping onto the couch next to me.

"Uh.." I looked at Liam, and he shrugged. I decided I'd tell her later, when it wasn't so fresh.

"Maybe for a different day." I said, shrugging her off. She glared back, her blue eyes flashing. I needed to change the subject.

"How was work?" I questioned Elle, leaning into Liam's arm. His body felt warm and safe, and I wanted to stay cuddled like that forever.

"It was awesome! There was this really hot guy photographing me, his name was like, Riley or something. I think he was checking me out." She said happily, forgetting the previous topic instantly. I groaned, knowing Liam was thinking of Niall too.

"Uh, Elle? What about Niall?" I said frowning. She shrugged. "I dunno."

"He's dying over at his flat, Elle. Trust me, he didn't mean to cause harm." Liam said, Elle shaking her head.

"I know, I know, it's just... Never mind." Her jaw shut closed, her muscles taut. I squinted at her, suspicious.

"Spit it out." I demanded, clutching her hand in mine as she tried to walk away. She stumbled backwards, surprised by my tight squeeze.

"Fine. But only when you tell me what the hell is going on."  She proposed, sitting cross-legged on the other armchair. She looked satisfied with herself as I sighed, not sure what to say.

"Liam?" I said hopefully, turning to look at him. He rolled his eyes, placing the quiches on the coffee table. Elle ran over and snatched them, running to the fridge.

"Finally! Now I'm going to cook a few of these up.." She muttered to herself as she turned the oven on. Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.

"Liam, should I tell her?" I whispered to him, as Elle preoccupied herself with the quiches.

"Yeah, that's fine. I just need to let Niall know what's going on with Elle, if that's alright. I mean, he's my best mate." He murmured back, smiling. I nodded, agreeing with him. Niall deserved to know.

"Alright then, now where were we?" Elle said, closing the oven loudly.

"Well, I'm going to tell you what happened, okay? And you have to promise to tell us what's going on with Niall. Deal?" I replied, sticking my pointer finger out. She groaned, frustrated, but stuck her finger out nonetheless. We did our shake quickly, before I started the story. By the time I was at the part where Liam forgot me, Elle glared at Liam, who apologized. When her glare didn't stop, he moved just a bit closer to me.

"Elle." I warned, stopping the story. Her eyes flickered back to mine, as Liam relaxed next to me. A small smile appeared on my lips as she grinned at me. I then began the story again, and stopping at Jake's reappearance. After I told the story, Elle hugged me tight, swearing she was going to go beat up Jake. Then she proceeded to call Liam a wimp, in which I told her wrong, knowing Liam was most definitely not a wimp to keep up with me.

"Fine. Now I guess it's my turn. Well, I don't like guys to be overprotective. And I guess I overreact a bit. So just tell Niall I'm sorry. I'm going to bed." Elle stated, standing up and walking quickly to the other room.

"Well, I guess Niall will be okay with that." Liam decided, standing as well. I stood up and took Liam in my arms, a tight hold on his body. His warm arms wrapped around me, creating something like a warm haven, just for him and me.

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