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?



69. Save Me.

*Liam's POV*

As I stood there, feeling everyone's eyes transfer from the doctor to me, I felt my face grow hot with anger and embarrassment. The doctors face was completely unreadable as he glanced from me to Amelia, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. That smile led me to believe the reason he was about to speak to me wasn't entirely pleasant.

"Hello," I noted that he had an American accent, so he must've just been on his way to visit Britain. "My name is Dr. Hatfield, a neurosurgeon at the New York Presbyterian Hospital, and  I am just on my way to visit one of the most advanced hospitals in Britain. And you are...?"

I cleared my throat, hoping it wouldn't feel so sticky and tight. "Liam. Liam Payne."

I recognized that usual lingering gaze of his as he tasted my name upon his lips, deciding whether to ask me or not, or just deciding whether I was famous. I was used to it by now, used to those second glances, those shrieks of recognition, and the pushing and shoving. But just because I was used to it didn't mean I particularly liked it. I shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he stared me down before continuing on with his little talk.

"Are you related to this young lady in any way?" The doctor inquired, placing his glasses atop his graying head.

My throat closed up again, at the thought of my relations to Amelia. Oh, God, how I missed her so much already. Why couldn't she just speak to me once more. All I could do was nod.

"And that would be...?" He asked me, hoping I would further his investigation. I mustered up enough guts to reply, even though all I could do was speak one word.


Dr. Hatfield nodded, seemingly just proving a point to himself. "Ah, yes, that you would be, of course, boy..."

I was confused by his statement, that seemed to be directed at me, but he was mumbling so it seemed like it was more for his own reference. "Pardon?"

"The ring, boy. I'm not blind quite yet." He said, nodding down at Amelia. I felt my eyes water a bit before I stopped them, wanting to keep looking at Amelia's hand forever. The little gold band glistened at me like a sunrise, making my heart flutter and my pulse quicken ever so slightly.

"I have news for you, Liam Payne."

What was it with bloody doctors and the word 'news'? It was like it was their only vocabulary!

"I found a pulse, just as you informed me before," he said, smiling at me kindly. "Of course, I myself believed you, it was the dear flight attendants who thought you were a bit off your rocker at the fact someone could've kicked the bucket right next to you."

I wanted to scream at him to stop the metaphors. A thought flashed through my mind, making my mouth fill with a metallic taste.

This isn't a joke! The voice in my head screamed, and I wanted to relay the thought right out of my mouth and right to the doctor. This is between life and death, and I want to know if Amelia is okay, not if I'm insane or not! I don't care about my wellbeing at a time like this, didn't he understand that?

"We have a problem, however," Dr. Hatfield informed me, his glasses now atop the bridge of his nose. He peered at me through his spectacles, searching my face for a reaction. I gave none, wanting him to continue already.

"The problem, is that the airport is not very close to a hospital. And I'm not sure how much time we have right now. According to the story you told Amelia, she is currently in a state of shock, due to the fact that her internal organs have been stitched in a not-satisfactory way. The best I can do right now is wait it out and help assist you to a hospital. Is that clear?"

At least he's straight to the point.

"Y-yeah, seems clear to me." I stuttered, wiping my eyes off subtly. I didn't want him to see me as a weak man, and I didn't want Amelia to see me like this either.

"I can't believe she'd do this to me!" Elle's yell echoed throughout the whole cabin before Niall quieted her down, comforting her sobs. Why wasn't I crying as much as she? I loved her the same amount as she did, and maybe more. Maybe it was the fact that Ames didn't make Elle promise not to shut down, or maybe it was the fact that Ames practically took care of Elle.

I felt guilt rush through me as I realized what I had been thinking earlier on. I'd been thinking that I would go through the pain and misery myself, with no one to understand what I was going through. Now I had certain proof that I was wrong. Elle was suffering just as much as I was, and I was too blind to see that she was suffering the whole time her surgery was kept a secret. I hadn't done any good to anyone by doing that. It was for my own selfish reasons.

But even if I had told Amelia, the results would have been the same. I knew that, but for some reason I had a feeling that it was all my fault. I'd done this to her, and I was to save her from it.

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