Everything About You

Elizabeth takes a year long trip with her best friend Lily to London England where she falls in love with a famous singer from a boy band. Liam, she falls head over heals for him.


9. They don't even know me!

Elizabeth's P.O.V.

I walk into my apartment to see Lily standing there with a upset look on her face. I walk over to her and hug her. "What's wrong?", I ask worried. "Nothing is wrong with me. I'm just... have you looked at twitter recently?", she asks. "No, I don't go on twitter anymore. Why?" She gulps and pulls me over to her computer. On the screen is a picture of Liam and I the bowling alley and us kissing outside his house and then again outside my apartment. In a caption it says, "Who does this slut think she is? Liam's mine." I gasp. After a few minutes of looking at twitter I decide to call Liam. I look back at the computer and the tweet has been re-tweeted so many times that it is trending.


"Hey.", Liam answers. "Hey.", I say and take deep breaths to try to avoid crying. "What's wrong?", he asks. "Your fans.", I say and he seems to instantly realize what I'm talking about. "What are they saying?", he asks. I look at the computer screen and read a few of the tweets out loud, "One tweet says, 'Who the hell is this girl? She's so ugly. Why would Liam want to be with that thing?' Next one reads, 'She's a fucking whore. I hope she dies alone with fifty cats.' The first one I saw says, 'Who does this slut think she is? Liam's mine.' All of your fans aren't exactly kind." "I'm sorry Liz. I can't exactly control them. Some of them are sweet and kind, but others aren't", he apologizes. "The great thing about it is that, now I'm trending as 'Liam's Whore' on twitter.", I say as I notice the new trend. 


I can't help but break down crying and Liam says,  "I'm coming over to your apartment. I'm going to get off the phone with you so I can drive safely. Okay?" Five minutes later there's a knock on the door and Lily opens it. It's Liam, he walk's in and hugs me. I guess when I called he must have been asleep because he's wearing pajama  pants. I just cry into his chest for I don't know how long. How could people say such mean things? I'm not a slut! Now the whole world thinks I'm a slut. Great. They don't know me! Eventually my legs get tired and I fall to the floor. Liam just picks me up and carries me to my room. He places me down softly on my bed and lays down next to me with his arms around me. I cry myself to sleep that night with Liam by my side. 



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