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?



95. What Have You Done?

*Liam's POV*

Women. I swear. I had absolutely no idea what was going on with Elle, and I'd respected both Amelia and Elle by not listening to their conversation in the bathroom. When Amelia came out so upset by something, I wanted to burst in there and ask what Elle's problem was, but I knew Amelia would absolutely hate me if I did. So, I followed Amelia's commands and pushed her wheelchair back to her room, helped her back in her bed, and sat there, patiently waiting for her to say something. When she did, it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear.

"When do I get to go home?"

I shrugged, licking my lips as I sat forward. "No idea, sweetheart. I can ask the doctors if you'd like me to."

"Yes, please!" She hesitated, biting her lip nervously. "What if they don't let me out for another long while?"

I shook my head, laughing. "Then I'll make this my home. I follow you wherever you go, remember, darling?"

She smiled, reaching for my hand. I latched on to her hand, rubbing little circles onto the palm of her hand. We sat still, before I got up to find the doctor. I walked down the hall, and happened to run into Dr. Hatfield on his way to Amelia's room.

"Hey, Dr. Hatfield, I have a question." I said, stopping to talk with him. He stopped as well, smiling. "Amelia and I were wondering when she'd be able to go home."

"That is a very hard question, I'm afraid, Mr. Payne." Dr. Hatfield sighed, holding his clipboard up to his chest. "But, if I could predict a date that is not one hundred percent accurate, I'd say we can have her out of here a little over two weeks to a little less than one week. It all depends on how she does with her memory tests. So, we shall see."

I grinned, nodding. "Thanks, that still helps a ton."

I turned, waving, and walked to the parking lot to wait for Harry to pick me up to take me to lunch, like he'd promised today. I'd wanted to take Amelia, but she couldn't leave the hospital, and I didn't want to risk anything. Soon enough, Harry's car pulled into view, his arm slung out of the window in a half wave. I waved back, then ran over to the other side of the car and hopped in the passenger seat.

"Hello!" I said cheerfully, buckling up and waiting for Harry to pull away from the curb. He didn't, however, so we sat there in silence as Harry looked at his hands clenched on the steering wheel. "Is something wrong? What's going on?" I asked, sincerely confused. What was it with everyone being such moody teenagers today? Niall, Harry, Elle, and Amelia seemed to all be upset about something, and it might just be connected.

"I did something," Harry shook his head as nervous laughter filled the car. "that I totally regret."

I was silent as I waited for him to continue. He pulled away from the curb, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard as we raced down the road.

"Slow down, Harry." That was the second time I'd said that today. People were just talking or moving too fast for me. They needed to let me catch up what was going on, but nobody was letting me!

"S-sorry." Harry stuttered, adjusting his grip on the steering wheel. He kept his eyes peeled on the road, the green foliage rushing past quickly. He slowed down by a measly amount, one that I couldn't even notice.

I didn't say anything as Harry suddenly swerved off the road, pulling out on the side, and stopping the car. I waited for him to explain himself, but he had to calm himself down first.

"Liam, I'm the reason they broke up." Harry breathed, putting a hand up to his cheek. I was shocked; I hadn't known this news, no wonder Amelia had been so upset earlier today. I thought it over, then turned to look at Harry.

"What happened?"

He explained that Elle had run into him, and he was holding onto her, which might've looked bad from another persons perspective. Especially Niall's.

I couldn't speak as I thought about what to say to comfort Harry, but nothing came to mind. The only thing that I blurted out, I might've wanted to say it, but I also regretted it.

"What have you done?"

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