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?



17. Not So Happy

"Amelia, are you alright? You've gone white!" Liam said, his hand reaching out and touching mine. I shook my head.

"No. No, no. This cannot be happening." I chanted, hyperventilating slightly. I shook violently, the phone almost slipping from my trembling fingertips.

"Ami, answer me. What's going on?" Liam demanded, standing up quickly. I glanced up at him, not sure if I should tell him.

I couldn't breathe. I felt like the walls were closing in on me as I looked at the text again, rereading it and rereading it, wondering if I was having some type of nightmare. I thought I had deleted his number. Plus I had a new number. How could this be?

To: Amelia From: Restricted.

I found you. Told you, I will always find you. -- Jacob

"Give me your phone." Liam grunted, holding his hand out for my phone.

"No." I replied, standing up. I couldn't let him see this, I had to deal with this on my own.

"Amelia, don't. Just give me it. Please." Liam grumbled, stepping closer. I shook my head, a tear threatening it's way out of my eye. Liam sighed and reached for my phone. He somehow managed to wrench it from my hand, taking it and reading it quickly.

"How did he find you." He wasn't asking me, he was more of threatening him. I shrugged, full on crying now. I couldn't handle seeing him again.

"We need to go. I'm taking you home." Liam stuck my phone in his pocket and grabbed my hand. He lead me to the car and opened the door. I got in, and watched as he angrily got in the car and turned it on. His hands gripped the wheel, his knuckles turning white. I reached out and touched his arm, muscles tense beneath my touch.

"Liam, calm down." I whispered, worried. He ignored me, revving the engine louder.

"Liam. Stop." I said, a little louder this time. He still seemed to not hear me, or just chose to block me out.

"LIAM." This time I yelled it, frustrated. A look of regret flashed across his features as he glanced at me quickly.

"I-I'm sorry. I just, don't want you getting hurt." He mumbled quietly. I sniffled, leaning back in the seat. He slowed down, now driving the speed limit.

"I don't want you hurt. Jacob is a big guy. He could seriously injure someone." I knew. From experience. Liam seemed to realize the same thing, anger across his face again.

"Did he hurt you?" He said it tensely, his hands tight again. I was quiet, not wanting to answer. I couldn't answer. Tears  fell down my face now, streaking my makeup. I wiped my hand over my face, sniffing again.

"I can't answer that." I decided. It wasn't exactly a yes, and it was definitely not a no. So it wasn't technically a lie either.

Liam just shook his head, turning the wheel at my apartment.

"Pack up some clothes, and come back in the car. You're coming to live with me for a while."

I looked at him, startled.

"What about Elle? I can't just leave her here!" I said, shaking again.

"Pack up some of her stuff too then. If he knows where you are, he knows where you live. He doesn't know where I live, however. So you're coming with me." He instructed.

I nodded, getting out of the car and going up the stairs. I couldn't believe he found me. Tears tumbled down my face, my fingers trembling and my sight blurry. I couldn't handle this right now. I just couldn't.


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