Forbidden Love (Liam Payne Fanfiction)

Emily Thorns went through something no teenager should go through.The loss of their own mother. To loose a mother as a teenager is heartbreaking, especially for Emily. Not being able to bare the memories, Emily and her father move to England for a new start. And when a scary situation causes Emily to reach a life threatening situation, Liam comes into the story to save her. But with a strict non-trusting father how can Emily learn to build a relationship if she starts falling in love with Liam? What if another tragedy strikes again? (One Direction Not Famous)

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8. Chapter Seven: On my Life

(Emily's POV)

I got up out of my bed rubbing my eyes, noticing I was still in Liam's house. I must have cried myself to sleep. I slowly opened the door, and walked down the hallway. I heard somebody yelling, in the living room. I quickly froze in my steps, their screams were muffled.

"Your fucking selfish Liam." My breath hitched. Why was he here? I heard somebody's muffled screams again. I peaked around the corner, looking into the Living Room. I saw Liam's hands were tied behind his back. His mouth was tied with a rag. And then there he was. Justin. I turned back around the corner, laying my back against the wall.

I heard a smacking noise, and I jumped. I closed my eyes trying to hold back the tears, but I couldn't. I was so confused. Justin had gone to far now. And he was starting to make me mad. I went back to Liam's room and searched through his drawers for something. When I saw a gun. I picked it up and looked at it. Why did he have a gun?

I didn't bother with the questions, I quickly ran out to the living room pointing the gun straight at Justin. "You fucking bastard!" I screamed at him, crying. Justin quickly turned around, he had a smirk on his face, but when he saw the gun he almost went pale.

"Emily, just put that down."

"Get out before I shoot you!" Justin started walking towards me and I moved the gun, so it was pointing at his head. "Dont take another step towards me!" Suddenly he came towards me quickly. He quickly grabbed the gun and threw it towards the front door. He grabbed onto my shoulders pushing me against the wall. I hit his chest, but he grabbed my wrist and held them against the wall. "Let me go!"

*-----*

Then I heard Liam's voice. "Emily! Wake up!" I stopped crying. "Wake up!" I felt my body shake then. And I quickly opened my eyes. I looked around and the room was dark. Liam was standing infront of me, holding me against the wall. Once my eyes were open he let go of me, and quickly pulled me into a hug.

I cried into his chest, and he began singing to me. I quickly calmed down and he sat me down on the couch. He put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his chest. "Liam what just happened?"

"Let's talk in the morning, Lets get some sleep for now." And that's all it took for me to fall asleep in Liam's arms.

*-----*

When I woke up I noticed I was laying ontop of Liam. His arms were wrapped around my waist. My hair was softly laid across his neck. I rolled off of him so I was laying beside him. He woke up then and smiled.

I would have smiled back but I wasn't in the mood, and I still had a really bad headache. Liam sat up then, wrapping and arm around me. "What's wrong Emily?"

"What happened last night."

"You just had a bad nightmare." He said pulling me closer. I quickly moved from his grip and stood up facing him.

"When I woke up, I was in the same position I was in my dream." He got up and looked at me. "Don't give me shit Liam, I know what happened last night and I swear to god if you don't tell me the truth." I stopped myself then.

"I think it's better if I don't tell you."

"Should I show you what I saw then?" There was one thing running through my head. I have no idea if Justin was actually here last night, but I knew one thing was. I didn't wait for Liam's response. I looked over by the front door seeing if it was still there but it was gone. I walked into Liam's room then, looking in the same drawer as last time, but it wasn't there. There was a gun there I swear. I could feel it in my own hands.

"What are you looking for?" I jumped not knowing Liam was behind me.

"I had a gun last night Liam." I said, knowing he was playing stupid.

"I don't remember any gun."

"It was your gun, you have a gun, or at least had." I mumbled the last part.

"Emily, I don't own a gun. I'm not that type of person." He said laughing. I bit my lip then starting to feel kind of stupid.

"Your not making up bull?" He nodded. "You promise?"

"I promise."

"Do you swear on your life?" There was a long pause.

"I swear on my life."

(Liam's POV)

I began cutting an apple, I was so fucking pissed at myself. I always fuck things up. And I'm never there for her. "You're so fucking selfish Liam." I said stabbing a slice of my apple, and eating it from the knife. "Mm." I said chewing on the apple. It was really sour, and I covered my mouth. I picked up a piece of my apple and threw it on the cutting board, making a smacking noise.

I walked back to the couch, and stayed stood up eating an apple. "You fucking bastard!" I heard Emily cry. I quickly turned around surprised. She was holding a gun, and it was pointed at me. What the hell was wrong with her?!

"Emily just put that down."

"Get out before I shoot you!" I walked closer to her and she moved the gun so it was pointed at my head. "Don't take another step towards me!" While she was talking I quickly ran towards her grabbing the gun, and throwing it towards the door. I grabbed onto her shoulders pushing her up against the wall. She began hitting me in the chest, so I grabbed her wrist holding them against the wall.

This was not Emily, was she sleeping? Her eyes were closed. Maybe she was sleep walking. "Let me go!"

I began shaking her then, screaming her name trying to wake her up. "Emily! Wake up!" She suddenly stopped crying. "Wake up!" Her eyes suddenly shot up and she looked up at my face. I let go of her wrists and pulled her into a hug as she started crying.

I started singing to her, knowing that would calm her down, and it did. We sat down on the couch and I put an arm around her. She moved closer to me resting her head down on my chest. "Liam what just happened?" I froze, what if she remembered. What if she remembered the gun. She would think it was mine.

"Let's talk in the morning, Lets get some sleep for now." As soon as I said that, she quickly fell asleep. Being careful then I laid her down and began picking stuff up. I picked up the gun and hid it in the kitchen. I went to my room and closed the doors, and made my bed look neat. When I came back, I laid next to Emily on the couch. She kind of rolled on top of me, and rested her head on my chest. Still asleep. I laughed slightly and wrapped my arms around her waist.

I kissed her head then, and whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry Emily." Then I fell asleep.

*-----*

I felt Emily roll off of me and I woke up. I noticed that she didn't smile back, and she still had some blood on her face. I sat up next to her and wrapped an arm around her. "What's wrong Emily?"

"What happened last night."

"You just had a bad nightmare." I said knowing I couldn't tell her the truth. I pulled her closer and she moved away and stood up facing me.

"When I woke up, I was in the same position I was in my dream." I got up and looked at her. "Don't give me shit Liam, I know what happened last night and I swear to god if you don't tell me the truth." She cut herself off and I felt my body tense.

"I think it's better if I don't tell you."

"Should I show you what I saw then?" She walked into my room then and I followed behind. She began looking through my drawers, and I knew what she was looking for but I knew she wouldn't find it because I hid it in the kitchen.

"What are you looking for? Emily jumped, supposibly not knowing I was behind her.

"I had a gun last night Liam." I bit my lip.

"I don't remember any gun."

"It was your gun, you have a gun, or at least had." She mumbled the last part, but I could still hear it. I had to keep lying to her though, not matter how much I didn't want to.

"Emily, I don't own a gun. I'm not that type of person." I said laughing. She bit her lip then.

"Your not making up bull?" I nodded. "You promise?"

"I promise."

"Do you swear on your life?" There was a long pause. And I felt my breath go tight, but I had to do what I had to do for love. For myself. I began to feel selfish again. But I had to.

"I swear on my life."

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