I Can't Believe You! (one direction fanfic)

" I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I scream, tears pouring down my face, reminding me of a waterfall. Waterfalls are supposed to be majestic amd beautiful. Nothing of my tears are majestic or beautiful.
"Listen to me Amy! I can fix this. Please?" he begs dropping to his knees in an attempt to bring me back to him. I stare at him in his helpless state. Why does he do this to me? His beautiful green eyes meet mine and I close my eyes trying to block him out. Only it doesn't work. I still see his broken figure on the ground pleading with me. It's the charm of Harrh Styles I guess...

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- Taylor xoxo


43. chapter 34

' Here's the guest room... yoou can borrow some.of my clothes to sleep in if you want?' Liam offers, quirking qn eyebrow while lading me into a small homey room. A bed pushed against the wall, a night sstand near it, a dresser across the room, some small pictures hanging on the walls, all beautiful, elegant paintings. ' Thqnks and um... sure. skinny jeans arent very comfortable to slee pin' i laugh softly. ' sure... I'll be back' aliam smiles and slips out of the room. i wonder how bad harry is being yelled at. i mean, i know we are young. technucaally im not an adult and someone should have custady of me amd that would be my aunt but, i dont want to live with her. i much rather live with my idiot, stupid, crazy, loving, caring, handsome and hot boyfriend who was been crazily kimd to let me live with hum. im not stupid, living with my aunt would be insane, i love her to death but to live with her is a whole different story. my thoughts are disrupted and lost when liam walks back into the room, on the phone, with clothes in his hand. ' she's fine. just hangin out getting ready to go to bed.....' he mutters speaking into the phone , while he reaches me and hands me a dark navy blue t shirt, and a pair of grey sweats. ' thanks' i whisper. He smiles but his lips soon form a frown from what he hears on the other end. ' Oh My God! no we are not sharing the same bed! shes in the guest room, ive just given her some clothes to sleep in!' he shouts into the phone, seeming somewhat amused but yet annoyed, his eyebrows furrowing together and a slight wrinkle appearing on his forehead as he listens to what the speaker is saying. i know its wrong to eaves drop but i strain to listen anyway. the soft raspy voice catches my attention instantly, how did i not pick up on that earlier. who else would ask if liam and i were going to share a bed?! ' harry?' i mouth to liam, who is now sitting across from me on the bed, picking at a loose string on the soft comforter. He nods, his hand stilling momentarily as he leans to grab a blanket at the foot of the bed, pulling it onto his lap as he talks, tracing the beautiful patterns on the quilt. '.... mmmhmmmm... want to talk to her mr. Jealous?' he asks, a smirk playing on his full lips. i hear the raspy voice quickly and eagerly respond and the phone is handed to me.
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