The Back Up Plan

*One Direction not famous* Liam Payne had loved Danielle since day one. But she was always acting cool, like she was too good for him. Maybe she was. Liam saw the way she danced, the beautiful grace in her step. One day she finally tells him off, as she goes to date his best friend. Err, ex best friend. But as fate would have it, on that same day, Liam's childhood best friend, Amelia, moves back to Wolverhampton, joining Liam at college (high school) once more. When she sees the pained look on his face, she comes up with a plan to make Danielle jealous and want him back: fake date her. But what happens when old feelings come back, and other boys fall for Amelia? Will she ever be more than a back up plan?


4. I Seem To Forget How Easy I Fall Out

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LIam's POV


            “THAT WAS AWESOME!” Amelia was jumping up and down, running around my room. The girl had way too much energy for 1 am. I looked at her, rolling my eyes, but she continued to skip around my house, her short skirt fanning around her. Good thing my parents were out of town. I listened to her girlish squeal fade down the hall. I sat down on my bed and closed my eyes, recounting the events of that night. I felt my fingertips make their way to my lips. Had that really happened? Did I really kiss my best friend? It felt so different from Danielle’s lips, which were always hungry, always wanting more. Amelia’s lips were soft, inviting, like they had been waiting for me their whole life. It scared the shit out of me to be honest. Amelia’s lips were not supposed to feel that way. They were supposed to be gross, and sisterly. But no. I, Liam James Payne, had enjoyed kissing my best friend, Amelia.


            “Well that was different.” I felt someone sink into the bed, their low voice interrupting my thoughts. I looked up, my eyelids flashing open.


            “You’re still in love with her.” I addressed Harry’s sad green eyes; the usual sparkle had completely faded. At that moment, and that moment only, I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. No matter how much I wanted to protect Amelia from Harry’s heartbreaking ways, I knew that he would never hurt her. But the pang in my chest turned into something else. Sadness. As long as this was going on, Harry had no chance with Amelia, and I was the one depriving him of the one consistent thing in his life. Some best friend I was.


            “It doesn’t matter, mate.” His head hung low on his shoulders. He was defeated, “I’m not the one she wants.” He shook his head back and forth. Out of the countless girls Harry had found himself infatuated with over the years, Amelia was the only one he hasn’t been able to have. The one girl that meant anything to all of us.


            “I can call this off.” My voice was soft, so no one could hear us. But he just shook his head again.


            “No, don’t. I want her to choose me. I don’t want to be a second choice, Liam. But she shouldn’t be a second choice either. Can’t you see the way she looks at you? Do you even see the way you look at her? It’s different than the way you look at Danielle, Liam. When you were with Danielle you were constantly trying to be someone you weren’t, but with Amelia, she’s there, and she knows and loves you for who you are. You can’t keep taking advantage of that. But you can’t call it off, if you still want Danielle.” I looked at Harry in shock. I don’t see Amelia that way. It was just my hormones that enjoyed the kiss. Nothing else. She was my best friend, and there was no way in hell I was going to ruin that for a good snog ever now and then. I stood up abruptly, leaving Harry in my room.  I walked quickly down the hallway, and down the staircase. I found Amelia lying on the couch, her head resting on Zayn’s lap, legs draped over Niall’s. She giggled as Zayn attempted to braid her hair. She looked so happy. I smiled as I watched her eyes light up.

            “Hey Li-Li!” She sat up, smiling at me. I almost felt bad for what I was about to say to her, but it needed to be done.  Harry could love her and treat her the way she deserved. I would always be in love with Danielle. Nobody could compare.


            “Uh, hey,” I smiled awkwardly, suddenly feeling out of place in my own home, “can we talk about the plan for a second?” She sat up, nodding for me to continue. When I stayed in place, still feeling awkward, a look of understanding washed over her face.


            “Ohhhhh, you meant alone.” She stood up, linking her arm in mine, and pulled me out of the room. I didn’t know how she felt about me, but I was sure about to find out. I lead her to the kitchen, sitting her down at the counter.


            “Amelia, you know I love you, right?” I was straight to the point. I didn’t want to drag this on for her.


            “Of course I know that Liam, and you know I love you too, silly.” She giggled, poking me in the nose. She was still in her party clothes, but her hair was in a messy bun at the top of her head, and all of her jewelry was off, the makeup stripped from her face.


            “But I can never love you like that.” I was suddenly nervous of how she would react, my gaze focused on the cold tiles of my kitchen floor.


            “Liam, what are you getting on about?” Her voice was soft, and understanding, but full of confusion. I looked up, finally meeting her eyes, and her glowing brown eyes were suddenly dark.


            “I can’t love you the way you want me to.” The words tumbled out of my mouth and they were anything but graceful. Her eyes widened with shock.



Amelia's POV


What the hell was Liam trying to do? Ruin our friendship? Yes, I felt something flutter at the pit of my tummy when we kissed, and yes I had a crush on Liam when I was younger. But it was just a school girl crush. I had learned to put it aside when I was away, and I would keep it that way. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with stupid things like feelings. Besides, I was Amelia Banks, always the friend. And I liked it that way. I didn’t have to worry about everyone else and their feelings, and all that sappy relationship stuff. I tried dating while I was gone. It was a mess. I got hurt. Love is messy. Love isn’t like the fairy tale everyone makes it out to be. It takes effort, and pain, and a whole lot of time. You just need to find the person that was worth it for you. Not that Liam wasn’t worth it. But when you put everything into love, you risk losing it all. And I was not willing to lose Liam when I messed things up, which I would. Because I’m not stable like him, I’m wild, and I’m crazy, and Liam deserves better than that. As much as this was about to hurt me, I had to let him go. Even though I knew Danielle wasn’t the one for him, that’s what he wanted, and that’s what I was going to get him.

            “And what way do I want you to love me, oh wise one.” I rolled my eyes at him, ignoring the nagging pain in my chest.


            “I see the way you look at me, Amelia. The way you kissed me. That was more than just friendship.” He said matter of a factly. Oh, now he was just being full of himself.


            “I think you’re seeing things, Liam. I let you kiss me because it was part of the plan, not because I want you. Don’t do this to me Liam. Don’t complicate things that don’t need to be complicated.” I was so fed up with him, not even 2 minutes into the conversation.


            “I’m not complicating things, you are! You’re in love with me!” He stood up, pointing at me. I stood up, poking a finger into his surprisingly muscular chest.


            “Liam! What in god’s name are you talking about? Do you think that I’m capable of love? I’m not the same Amelia that you knew all those years ago. I changed. People change. I don’t love you. Stop assuming things that you have no idea about.”


            “Amelia, what are you talking about?” His tone softened, taking a step towards me.


            “It doesn’t matter, Liam. All that matters is that I am trying to help you get Danielle back. I’m not in love with you.” My tone was cold, all emotion drained from my face.


            “Amelia, don’t be mad. I’m sorry. I said this all wrong. What I’m trying to say is that I want you to be happy. And as much as you deny it, I think that you could be really happy with Harry.” What? My eyes flashed up to him, warmth pooling to my cheeks. Did that curly haired fool still have feelings for me?


Harry's POV


            We all sat in Liam’s tv room, mindlessly watching Mean Girls, because Amelia had insisted. I guess Liam and Amelia had worked things out, because they were sitting beside each other on the love seat, quoting the movie as it played, laughing at each other. Barf. I was never a jealous person, but the thought of the two of them together made me so mad. The thought of her with anyone but me hurt me so much. When would she see that I loved her, and that maybe, just maybe I could make her love me too? I curled up in a ball on the couch, pressing my face into a pillow.

"Mate, just talk to her." I heard Louis whisper into my ear. No, talking wasn't enough. I was going to have to show her.


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