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?



85. Spill It.

*Liam's POV*

Why didn't anyone believe me? I would never lie about something like that, something that could clue us in on what's going on with her. Even though everyone knows that I'd never lie, I was almost positive everyone thought I was insane. It started off with Elle, who looked at me like I was about to go have a seizure of something. As soon as she tried to convince me otherwise, I left the room. I wasn't going to go get upset over something so little.

So here I was, walking away from the hospital, the bright sunshine shining right in front of me like a pathway to London. I pulled out my cellphone when I heard my ringtone. It was a text from Harry.

From: HARRY. <3 To: Liam

Where are you? I heard you stormed off from the hospital, I can come and pick you up.

I sighed, debating whether or not to agree. I dialed his number once I decided, waiting for him to pick up the phone.

"Hello!" He said cheerily. I couldn't help but smile at his happy-go-lucky attitude he had going on.

"Hey, Harry. I think I'm going to take you up on that offer." I said, walking across the street as the light changed. I looked at the street sign, so I could tell Harry exactly where I was.

"Mmkay! Where are you at?"

I told him where I was, then sat down at the bus stop bench. I was alone, and I was surprisingly glad to have nobody to pester me into confessing something.

"Hello, young man."

I stifled a groan as I shifted to the side to see who was speaking to me. It was an elderly woman with her long, silver hair tied into a bun. She smiled warily at me, her eyes wrinkled at the corners, the way that you know that she smiled constantly. I smiled back; I had a soft spot for old people, for some odd reason. I nodded a greeting and turned to stare at the road once again.

"I saw you walking from the hospital." She said quietly, trying to get my attention back to her. I turned and nodded, looking down at my shoes.


She was silent for a few seconds before speaking once again. "Why were you at the hospital?"

I looked over to her and spilled it all. I told her everything, from when Amelia and I met, to when we went to Hawaii, to now. About how nobody believed me that Amelia squeezed my hand. I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that Amelia was coming to. She was quiet the whole time, nodding when she needed to, and maybe the occasional murmur. She was an excellent listener, and by the time I finished, I felt a million times better.

She seemed to ponder my story, looking back to the road. "I see."

That was all she had as an answer. I looked back to the road, now feeling quite awkward with the whole situation. I'd spilled my whole love life to an old woman who I didn't even know.

"I never heard your name, young man."

I smiled, turning to look at her. "Liam." I stuck out my hand to shake hers, which was encased in a little white glove.

"My name is Esther." She looked at my face, doing a once over, before talking again. "Boy, you do look familiar."

I nodded. Of course. "I'm from a famous band."

She clicked her tongue. "No, that's not it. I don't pay attention to teenage pop stars or whatever is popular nowadays. No, I've seen you somewhere. Hmm, I'll figure it out eventually."

That was exactly when Harry's car pulled up to the curb. "It was nice to meet you, Esther." I said, smiling at her. "Thanks for letting me tell you all that. I feel much better."

She smiled warmly, her fair skin wrinkling kindly. "Of course."

I hopped in the car, nodding at Harry. "Hello, lad."

"I believe you, ya know." He replied, cutting straight to the chase.

I chuckled. "I'm really glad you're so straightforward with it." He smiled cheekily, and began to drive away. I waved to Esther, who waved energetically back.

"Who was that?" Harry asked, noticing my frantic waves. I smiled, shrugging.

"Her name's Esther. I just met her."

He sighed, shaking his head. "Did your mum never tell you to not talk to strangers?"

"But she was so kind to me!"

He only snickered, continuing to drive away. We raced through the streets, the car squeaking on the damp roads. We turned into the parking lot after a few minutes, and we both jumped out of the car. I walked into the corridor on the way to Amelia's room, gesturing for Harry to follow. If he believed me, he might as well see it so he can prove me right.

"Hey, Amelia. Want to say hello to Harry?" I smiled, handing her hand to Harry's. He was confused a second, but I clearly saw her hand move, just the tiniest bit.

"I felt it! It moved!" He smiled, ecstatic. I grinned, nodding. "I knew I was right to believe you! I told Elle that you were right, but she didn't believe me."

"I guess it's a little hard to believe, eh?" I smiled. I understood where Elle was coming from. If I were in her position, I wasn't sure if I'd believe me either.

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