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?



61. Theories.

*Original POV*

Sleep. That's what I craved after the hard day of memory loss, of my insane crying. Unfortunately for me, sleep was not coming to me. I was lying in bed, Liam's soft, deep breath beside me. Meanwhile I sat there, completely wide awake. I tried not to toss and turn so much, but I couldn't help the uncomfortable feeling of not being able to sleep. Along with not being able to sleep, I also was stuck with my frightening thoughts of the day.

Something still seemed off, like my memory was just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe I was just crazy.

Finally, at who-knows-what time, I fell asleep. My dream was vivid and whirling, not meaning anything much at all. By the time I was awoken, I could only remember the swirling colors and faces that appeared in my dreams. I wasn't scared, and the faces weren't strange looking or anything. It was just... unusual.

I sat in bed for a long while in the morning, watching as Liam got up, not realizing I was up, and walked out the bedroom. I flipped over and closed my eyes, my hand draped over his side of the bed. I opened my eyes once again to find Elle and Liam talking right outside the window. I could only hear snippets of their conversation.

Elle sounded angry. "...needs to know..."

Liam was pleading. "...not yet... hurt her..."

I held my breath, hoping to hear more, but Elle stomped away. What in the world were they talking about? About me? Or someone else?

I had a terrible feeling it was about me. But what aren't they telling me?

I tried to figure it out in my mind, but nothing made sense. Liam wouldn't hide much from me, except something that's going to hurt me.

I watched the pool rippling slightly in the wind as I pondered it slightly in my mind, still utterly confused. I didn't see anyone else walk by the window, and Liam never came back.

Is it something about my memory loss?

Nah, they would've told me.

First of all, it's my decision, not theirs with what I do with my mind and body, and if they chose something for me while I was unconscious, they would've told me right afterwards. At least, it made sense to me.

Secondly, the doctors are pretty much obligated to tell me, right?

Thirdly, if they were, I'd be beyond pissed, and Elle knows what I'm like when I'm pissed. Not so pretty. No conclusion seemed to make any sense!

I decided to get up, with a huge sigh. I heaved myself out of the warm covers and slipped on a pair of flip flops. I changed out of my pajamas and into a sundress quickly, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I walked into the main house, seeing Elle and Liam sat at the table as if they were in a serious discussion.

"She deserves-" Elle stopped talking quickly as she spotted me, her eyes locked onto mine. I hesitated walking, before stalking into the kitchen.

Whatever it was, I do deserve to know what it is. That is, if it is about me.

"Good morning." Liam said, raising from the table with a glance at Elle, then a grin at me. "How's my beautiful girl today?"

I smiled a little whisper of a smile before replying. "I'm okay."

"Okay isn't good enough." He said. He hugged me, and I hugged back. Elle's eyes lingered on his back as another theory dawned on me.

Was Liam cheating on me?

With Elle??

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