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?



97. Or Nowhere.

*Liam's POV*

"Okay, Harry, I didn't mean it like that," I began after I realized how mean and angry I'd sounded. How could I let that slip out of my mouth like that? "It's not your fault, Niall and Elle were having problems before, you know that!"

Harry only shook his head, his hands still gripped on the steering wheel. I shook my head as well, not sure of what to say. I couldn't really comfort him, because I'd already stated what I'd thought of it, and he wasn't going to change his mind now.

"How about we go for lunch now, how does that sound?" I reasoned, trying to comfort him by ignoring the subject entirely. He nodded, starting the engine once again. We pulled back onto the road and drove, until we reached some hole-in-the-wall restaurant in the middle of nowhere.

We sat down and ordered some food, taking it to-go so I could make it back to the hospital for Amelia's therapy. As we ate our food in the car, I tried to make it up to Harry.

"Hey, Har-Bear," I said, winking as he looked at me, purely annoyed by the stupid name I'd given him. "Want to hear a joke?"

He took a deep breath, smiling. "I guess..."

"Knock, knock!"

"Who's there?"


"Justin who?"

"Justin the neighborhood!" I laughed, taking another bite of my wrap. Harry pretended to laugh, then threw a piece of lettuce at me. I threw it back, and it landed right atop his head.

"No, no," He said, shaking it off his hair. "Ew, that's gross!"

"As long as I get to hear my little Har-Bear laugh again!" I snickered, grabbing onto his arm lovingly. He shook me off, his eyes light and happy.

"Get off me, you homosexual." Harry scoffed, punching me in the arm softly.

"No problemo, amigo." I said taking another bite. Now that we were all settled and back to normal, we bantered on carelessly like we'd been doing for the past years we'd known each other. We were finally at the hospital again. I waved to Harry, and stepped out of the car.

Just as I stepped into the hospital, I got a call from Amelia, who's voice was immediately frantic as soon as she was on the line. "Liam, I don't know where Elle is! She just disappeared!"

I calmed her down, as I hurried down the bright, yet gloomy, hospital halls. I burst into her room as she sat there, close to crying. I quieted her, hugged her, and tried to get her to explain, but she couldn't, or wouldn't. I asked about her therapy session, which she waved me off.

"It was canceled. I don't have to do it anymore, I don't think. You see, Liam, I'm perfectly fine. But Elle," her lip wobbled as she thought of all the possibilities. "Elle isn't. She could be anywhere. Or nowhere."

I sat there, confused. What did she mean? She couldn't possibly think Elle committed suicide, right? Elle wouldn't have done that. "Amelia, what in the world are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Liam." Amelia whispered, bringing a blanket to cover her tear-stained cheeks.

I sighed, wiping my surprisingly wet cheek off. Whenever Amelia was sad, I wound up being gloomy as well. "I'm sure Elle is fine. She'll call soon, I'm sure. She's probably just cooling off after the little, erm, disagreement you guys had in the bathroom."

"That's just the thing! Do you know what I found her doing?" Now, to add on to her frightened, dreary attitude, a little annoyance and anger was mixed in. "She was doing it again."

"Excuse me?"

"It-t-t!" Amelia whispered, her eyes wide as she tried to explain her word use.

"I'm sorry I don't-"

"She was making herself throw-up again, Liam, dammit!" Amelia spat, looking at her hands angrily. She clenched and unclenched them as I sat there, eyes wide. What could I even do about that? I couldn't just go up to Elle and say 'You better stop that, you're upsetting my girlfriend, which, by the way, is your best friend.' That wouldn't help anybody.

"Anyways, I knew you couldn't just go up to Elle and tell her to stop," Exactly my point. "But I just don't know what to do, Liam. I can't figure this one out."

"Stop being so frustrated, Amelia! It's not your fault, and you know it. It's all a huge misunderstanding! It'll all end up fine in the end," I swallowed the lump in my throat, biting my lip as I made a promise I wasn't sure I could keep. "I promise."

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