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?



71. Out-Of-Line.

*Liam's POV*

"We are getting ready to land, but I ask you to remain in your seats until they get the young woman off the airplane."

The intercom clicked off abruptly, my throat clenched as the doctor returned to his seat. I didn't want him to leave, what if something happened in the few minutes we had to wait? I buckled my seat belt tightly, then held on to Amelia's clammy hand. I squeezed it hard as I felt the feeling of the plane descending. A few minutes later, the plane touched down. As soon as we slowed down a considerable amount, the doctor rushed over, nodding to me to unbuckle her. I did so, then picked up her light body, rushing down the isle. I heard Elle try to follow from behind, but Niall restricted her from running down the middle of the plane. She complained loudly, but it was ignored as Amelia was rushed off the plane. I ran down the steep ramp leading off the plane, following behind Dr. Hatfield. We were met by medics and crowds of paparazzi, snapping as many pictures as they could. I could feel rage building up inside me as I laid Amelia carefully down on a gurney, kissing her forehead softly before letting them wheel her off. Dr. Hatfield stopped and looked back to me, gesturing to the ambulance.

"I'll be there in a second." I responded, being greeted by a nod. I turned on my heel to the paparazzi, seething inside from head to toe.

"Do you have any idea how disrespectful this is? You come here to see my girlfriend, the love of my life, being pulled off by a gurney, and you choose to take pictures instead of being respectful? You could've just been silent and let us on our way, but instead you chose to be discourteous to both Amelia and I." I paused, taking a shaky, angry breath. "You were way out-of-line, this time. I hope you never forget it."

I stalked off, sprinting to the ambulance before they left me in the dust. I hopped in, taking a seat next to Dr. Hatfield, who smiled with great sympathy in his eyes.

"Liam..." He began, looking uncomfortable. "You do know that-"

"Yeah. I know. This will be all over magazines and news by the morning." I sighed, my head now in my hands. "I've really done it this time, haven't I?"

"I'm sorry, Liam. Nothing you can do about it now, right?" Dr. Hatfield joked, trying to lighten the mood. All I could do was smile weakly, my head still dropped in my hands. The ambulance rushed down the streets, the ringing siren screaming and echoing through my head. Even after we were taken out of the car, the siren was still in my head, making me stumble blankly down the bright hospital halls, before I was stopped by one of the nurses.

"Sorry sir, you aren't allowed down there right now." Her voice was quiet, as I stared her down.

"She's my bloody girlfriend, I can go see her!" I replied, my voice loud in the almost silent halls of the building.

"Sir, I need you to step back and take a seat in the waiting room. We'll get back to you when we can."

I shook my head. "No," I clenched my fists and stuffed them in my pockets. "You're mistaken. I'm here with Dr. Hatfield, he'll let me back there!"

She sighed, impatient. "I'll go see what he says, then."

I nodded stiffly, crossing my arms, my lips in a straight, annoyed line. She came back out of the locked A&E doors, her eyes wide as she walked up to me.

"He told me to tell you to sit tight, and wait out the surgery."

I shook my head angrily, turning sharply and sitting in one of the chairs. My heart was beating fast as the minutes ticked by. I looked at the time; it was only nine o'clock pm. The airplane should've unloaded by now, I bet that they were on the way to the hospital. Sure enough, as soon as I turned in my phone, I received a text from Louis. I smiled at the name he gave himself, and the entirety of the text message, which cheered me up a bit in this terrible situation.

From: The Tommo<3 To: Liam Payne

On our way, sweetheart! Hang in there, Li-Li! xx

I sat back in the seat, my head tilted to the clock. It didn't feel like it was nine o'clock, and maybe that's just what made me so tired. So the last thing I saw was the minute hand click past the 9:30 mark before my eyes drifted shut, and I was asleep.

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