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...

hey guys read. I promise this will get better. Thanks

- Taylor xoxo

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45. chapter 35

" Amy..." the raspy voice breathes into the phone. I sigh and take my time answering him, just loving to hear his voice that ive grown to miss in only a few hours.

" yeah" i sigh and answer. I can hear a soft banging noise in the background.

" Amy, baby i miss you. I'm sorry that i cant make it back tonight. Mums still mad." he says, i can hear the sorrow in his voice, the silent plead to save him.

"Its alright harry. Im a big girl. I can stay overnight somewhere. " Does he not trust me?

" well yes, i know that but you shouldnt have to stay at liams, please tell me your staying in the guest room?" he begs, his voice full of desperation to hear that im no where near liams room or bed.

" Harry! Im fine and yes im in the guest room. do you really think liam is the kind of guy to go and make me sleep with him? Or is it me you dont trust?" I can hear him sigh into his phone. He knows i love him, and hopefully he is smart enough to know i would never cheat on him. Except for the burning fact that he cheated on me at one point in time,with Taylor Swift. The thought makes me sick to my stomach. The worst part is the fact that i know she is prettier than me, more talented by far and harry would enjoy being with her more than being with me. And that fact makes a few lone burning tears brim to my eyes and it hurts knowing that. A slow tear streaks down my face, scaring me with that fact, printing it into me forever.

"Amy, you know i trust you baby, and i trust liam. I do, he's my best mate and your my girlfriend, of course i trust you two. Im sorry, my mums just been giving me all kinds of scenarios, nothing that would ever happen im sure. Just im sorry baby." His words ring true, but the pain still stays, burning in my chest at the thought. Another tear slides down my face and and another comes. I look up to Liam and his eyes are searching mine, trying to dechipher how much hurt is hitting  me at the moment. And how much longer i can take before i crumble and break.

" H-harry, i-ive got t-to go.Im sorry ill t-talk to you tomorrow. "I cry, my hands closing around the phone, not wanting to hear his answer,Liam senses this and quickly grabs the phone and ends the call, the phone falling on the bed beside him.

 

He reaches out for me and i let him take me into his arms, my head landing on his chest, my cries of pain, emotional pain, finally breaking free of the cage that i tried so long to keep them in. The lock has broken and it cannot be fixed, they arent going back in. He cradels my head in his hand, his other stroking up and down my back, letting the tears free, the cries coming loose, all the ties holding them down, snapping, one by one.

"shhhhhhhh, amy its okay, let it out, Its all going to be alright." Liam hushes me, his strong hand brushing the wet stream of tears from my cheeks, though it doesnt last long as they come back, rushing only faster now.

"Li-iam, he h-he cheated, i cant t-t-take it an-anymore' i cry, my sobs reaching screams, the pain tearing my chest apart.

" I know babygirl, I know, its okay, dont worry about that now, just let it out honey." Liams smooth, british voice somehow calms me and i relax in his touch. He soon lays down on the bed, and covers us with the blanket, his hand never stopping its gentle, soft, movements on my back though it does move to my hair, adding it into the rythmic stroking. My hand curls into his t-shirt, wrapping itself in the material. Liam doesn't seem bothered  and cuddles me closer to his chest. My eyes have not yet stopped their river of salty tears, soaking a patch on liams shirt. He shuffles slighting to pull the duvet up to my shoulders and wraps it lightly around himself as well and he switches the lamp off on the side table, dropping us into silent darkness, the soothing, peaceful kind. Mybody falls limp in the light and i drift to a dreamless, warm and  cozy sleep, my eyes drying eventually throughout the night, on Liams toned, but comforting chest.

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