tomorrowland

"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."

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19. you can't scrub away ink

"Get off me," I said back to Liam as I once again pulled away from his touch. 

Liam kept following me and I normally would be happy he was following me, but right now I wanted him just to fuck off. 

So I went to my closet exit, the girl's bathroom.

I entered the crazy, and most floral smelling building in probably all of the festival. I went to a free mirror and turned around, tugging my shorts down just to see the small script of his name. 

Maybe it was fake, maybe this entire week was a complete fake. 

I licked my fingers and started to rub, despite the pain. Nothing was coming clean, no ink smearing, nothing. 

"I don't think you'll be able to get rid of that."

I turned my head to see a girl sitting on the counter, smoking a cigarette. Her blue eyes were outlined in red and her brunette hair was mangled, her British accent messy. No doubt she was anywhere but the floor.

"I'm not talking to you." I said back blankly. I didn't want to be rude but I was pissed off enough to push my anger to center stage.

She placed her cigarette in between her lips and got up. She turned around next to me and pulled up her maxi dress exposing her bathing suit. Pushing the suit fabric to the side and within moments Liam's name was staring back at me.

"So you too," she said. 

"When…when was yours?" 

"A long time ago," she said, unraveling her dress, letting it drop to the floor. "Before Liam became Liam."

"Where you the one who started this?" 

"What? No." She inhaled and soon exhaled. "No, that person is far closer to you than what you think."

"What are you talking about?" 

She dropped her cigarette to the floor and stomped on it. "Just choose friends wisely."

"I--," I started, but she was already turned and walked out the bathroom door. Leaving me in the noisy and crowded bathroom with confused thoughts and undecided futures. 

~~Liam's POV~~

I was angry. Like always, but this time was different. I left the girl's bathroom knowing Bo would only come out once I was clear of sight, which kinda pissed me off. 

Okay so yes I'm a dick. I pushed away Boston, I rejected her, but not because of my normal reasons. Not because I'm tired of her, but for the simple reason of Harry and his tagalong girl.

I saw him now, the person I've been looking for, as he sat on a crowded couch, engulfed by people.

"You fix the problems?!" I yelled at Harry and his smile instantly vanished. "You wait for me to create the fucking problem and then you go fix it?! You are the asshole, I'm just the simple puppet." 

Harry got up from the couch and looked directly at me. "I'm not sure I understand what you're referring too. Liam, all of England--fuck, all of the world knows you are a fuck up and I'm the nice and pleasant gentleman who simply glosses the problem. Makes it look imperfect, simply to save your ass as I save mine."

"She's putting you up to this, isn't she? She's still trying to ruin anything I try to keep rebuilding." 

"Liam, no one is trying to destroy you. You are simply doing that by yourself." 

"Stop! Stop putting words into my mouth and thoughts into my head! You are the one who convinced me to push away every girl I've ever loved. You've made me mark them, so they were easy targets. But you aren't smart enough to come up with that by yourself, are you Harry? No single man could come up with such a smart plan."

Harry's face lightened up with a small smile. 

I continued, wanting to wipe the smirk from his face. "So go back to that fucking slut and tell her to leave me the fuck alone. I would tell you to get away to, but I can see she's clearly breast feeding you."

His smile instantly dropped, good. "Shut up," he warned.

"No, it's time for you to shut up and leave my life the fuck alone. You honestly thought you could bring her to this concert and I wouldn't notice? I bet it wasn't her plan for me to fall for her best friend, was it?"

His smile returned and my eyes widened. "Was it?" Were the only two words it took for him to say before I lunged at him, punching him to the ground.

~~Boston's POV~~

I heard sirens coming from inside the bathroom. I fled from the rooms and out onto the gravel road, crunching beneath my feet. I saw the different colored lights and watched to see what was happening. 

"Boston!" 

I turned around to see Niall running closer to me.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"L--Liam," he gasped, trying to regain oxygen to his lungs and making his accent rougher. "Liam and Harry. They've completely lost it."

"What?!" My eyes widened. "We need to get over there."

"That's why I went to go find you," he said. "They're fighting over you." 

Niall and I raced through the crowd until we got to the center of the fighting ring. Liam was held by Paul and Harry by Eric. There was a good separation between them, but not much. 

"Liam?" I looked at him, the blood running down his lip and onto his chin. 

"Harry?" But it wasn't my voice that said his name. I wasn't even looking at Harry, so I turned towards the feminine voice. 

"Jessica?" I looked towards my best friend. 

"Okay everyone go back to your tents! Party's over for tonight!" A Belgium police officer spoke over the crowd as Jessica and I kept eye contact. "Thank god, tomorrow all of you are heading home, but for you two you get the lovely pleasure of leaving early."

"No, I absolutely refuse," said Harry.

"Sorry officer, he can't leave without his pumped milk," said Liam.

"You fucking asshole," Harry pulled, but Eric kept him strongly back. 

"That's what everyone likes to call me, right Harry? Britain's asshole? Well I rather be that than a tit su--."

"Enough," said Paul as he shook Liam. "We will get to the bottom of this. Officer if we could, we would wish to spend this last night here and expect us all to be leaving by early tomorrow morning."

The officer exhaled, "Alright, but if something else happens I have no other choice but to arrest them."

"Thank you and that's very much understood, right boys?!" Paul roared, clearly unhappy.

"Yes," Liam and Harry both echoed slowly. 

"Now let's get back to the tent before I'm arrested for murdering both of you." 

~~~~~~~~~~

The tent was almost quiet. All the boys were standing except for Liam and Harry who were sitting across from one another. I and Jessica standing next to each other. 

I was still confused why she was involved in any of this. I knew the she was marked by Liam, but why keep putting herself into this? You would expect someone so hurt by being marked would try her best to leave and never return. 

"Would anyone like to start explaining?" Paul started. "I'm one good phone call away from management and Simon. If you want any of this to clear up before we head home I suggest someone starts confessing." 

"I was helping Bo," started Harry. "She was upset and I helped her. Then I guess Liam got jealous and went after me."

Liam mocked a laugh. "You honestly believe this bullshit? If anyone should talk it should be that lovely bitch of a woman over there."

Liam pointed in my direction and my eyes widened. "Me?"

"No" Liam again pointed. "Jessie?" 

"I have nothing to say to you Liam," started Jessica.

"Really? You don't want to talk to the guy you corrupted, the guy who was completely destroyed at your fingertips. The guy you controlled? Come on, it's been a long time, but I'm sure you have something to say to me."

"Fuck off," were her only two words.

"Liam what are you talking about?" I asked, crossing my arms. 

Liam looked from Jessica to Harry, "Well no one else wants to explain? Okay then. Boston, I'm sure these two have told you a great amount of lies like they tell every girl I try to love. It just so happens I caught them. Jessie and I have a dark past, don't we Jessie?" 

Jessica turned her head away from him at his words. 

"Jessica was the one to make me dominate. She made me tattoo her with my name, she made me think I was submissive until I had enough. She grew tired of me and eventually her tactics led me to do the same to others."

"But she told me--," I started.

"About the concert? How I found her from on stage and asked her to come back to me? Bullshit."

"That's exactly what happened though," I finished. "You requested her to go backstage."

"So this is why you are letting me go after her," said Liam to Jessica. "You covered up everything, making her blind. Boston," he looks back to me. "I knew Jessica years before that. Just during that concert I knew things weren't going like normal. I wasn't happy and I called her out on it many times, and I grew pissed when I saw her at the concert. I told her I was leaving and wanted nothing to do with her, and now her she is." 

"Okay, Liam, thank you for sharing your sob story," said Jessica. "Boston, let's go. This entire tent has gone completely insane."

She reached for my wrist but I pulled away from her. "No," I said simply. "I've been through a living hell this week, but you know what? I actually believe him."

I'm not sure what led me to believing in Liam, but the only words that kept ringing through my ears were 'that person is far closer to you than what you thing'. She was right, that girl. 

The one who started this entire thing was much closer to me. It was my own best friend. 

She was the one using me.

Not Liam. Liam never wanted to use me, but was in a way forced to, to keep me safe. To keep me out of the line of fire, set by my own best friend.

My own best friend. Those fours friends now sound astonishingly and completely ridiculous. 

"Boston," Jessica repeated my name, I don't know how many times.

"Go away, Jessica," I said. "You've helped enough." 

"You'll regret this," was the last thing she said before she turned and left the tent.

"Jessica wait!" Harry yelled after her and was soon following her out the tent. Eric following behind. 

Liam stood up and came closer to me. His callused but yet smooth hands supported my neck as he looked down at me.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"I'll ask you one more time Liam," I started. "Do you want me to stay? Yes or no?"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Louis shouted.

"I know!" Zayn joined in. "Just get on with it!"

"You better fucking say 'yes'," finished Niall. 

We both looked on at the onlookers and smiled, before he turned back at me. "Yes. I want you to stay." 

I brought his lips down to mine and electricity floated through our bodies.

Then everything went wrong, just as everything was made perfect. Maybe if Liam and I were in a different part of the tent, or if the police officer took hold of Jessica, or if Eric actually caught up with Harry and her, this probably all wouldn't have happened. 

There was a loud popping noise that exploded in my ears. Then screams and noise as Liam kept speaking my name.

I heard him, but for some reason I couldn't reply. 

I looked up into his brown eyes, his short hair that was once upon a time shaven close to his head. His lips that only seconds ago were touching me.

I realized for some reason at that moment that I could always regret something but could never wash it away, like the tattoo. I wasn't really regretting anything at this moment, but kind of wished I could wash away the events that were now unfolding quickly and unwillingly. 

There was a strong pressure in my chest and then I realized it was Liam's hand before he pushed back a piece of my hair from my face. I saw his hand, his fingers were covered in red dark substance. What was going on?

I felt the warm sticky liquid from his fingers touch the side of my face. 

Leaving me stained.

I would have never guessed later when I was told that that blood was my very own.

Looooonnnnngggg chapter! I hope you enjoyed. I'm not sure I should really write an author's note after what just happened, so express your thoughts down in the comments and while you are at it favorite and like too!

Morgan x

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