"What?" Liam smiled, looking down atme in his arms.
"Just thinking how you're an amazing boyfriend," I said, still giggling with my head on a soft pillow, my butt plopped down comfortably on Liam's lap, and my legs on the remaining space of the couch, with my broken one propped up of course.
"I'm amazing?" he chuckled. "I think you're the one that's amazing, love," he leaned over and kissed me on the nose. It's been 2 weeks since I got out of the hospital. I begged Liam to get back to work but he kept objecting, making lame excuses about taking care of me even though I have Alli and I can get around fine with my crutches. I got him to promise to go back by the end of this week though. Management isn't very happy about Liam missing out on so much. The rest of the boys went back a few days after I was released. Louis wanted to stay here with Alli but her being the persuasive person she is, Alli got him to go back.
"I'm hungry," I whined after hearing my stomach growling.
"Wanna try the Liam Sandwich?" he said, a smirk on his face.
"I'll eat anything that doesn't have any poison in it," I giggled. He gently lifted me up so I was seated on the couch instead of on his lap, being cautious of my leg. I had to wear my cast for a stupid 8 weeks and get a boot after that. All I have to say is that crutches is a pain in the ass. If I wanted to go into a different room, Liam would pick me up before I even touched my crutches.
"Want any mayo?" he asked from the kitchen.
"Sure," I said, laying down. Ever since I got back from the hospital, my body has been just drained of energy. With the little energy I have, I use it to walk around on my crutches when Liam's out getting groceries or picking up take out. I only took about 3 showers the whole time since it's hard to do with a huge cast. I even slipped and fell once, resulting with a huge bruise on my right hip.
"Bon appetite," Liam set the fanciest plate I have in front of me. I laughed when I saw the sandwich, seeing that it was probably 5 inches thick.
"Liam, you're trying to get me fat aren't you?"
"Babe, you're already fat," he admitted. My smile instantly faded into a frown, feeling hurt. I was on the urge of crying since I was always insecure about my body. "Jamie, fat as in P-H-A-T, Pretty, hot, and talented," The stinging in my eyes went away and I gave him a weird look. Him responding with a small laugh. "Love, sorry if I hurt your feelings,"
"I'm so not talented," I giggled, throwing a pillow at him.
"You're absolutely talented," he leaned towards me, kissing me passionately. I kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair slightly. He moaned quietly against my mouth as his hands slid down to my waist. I pulled away.
"If you don't mind, I have a sandwich to dig into," I smiled, our foreheads against eachother.
"And while you do that, I'm taking a shower," he got up and headed into the bathroom. I turned on the T.V. and turned on a random channel. Of course, it had to be a celebrity gossip channel but I didn't bother to change it.
"Probably all of you have heard about the sweet band member, Liam Payne hitting it off with Jamielyne Garder. They were spotted leaving Mercy Medical Center in Chicago two weeks ago, Jamielyne having a very visible cast on her right leg. Struggling to use the crutches, Liam carried her the rest of the way to the car. Is Jamielyne trying to come up with excuses to get Liam to see her here in America after her trip to London with her best friend Alli Brenan? It seems to me that Jamie is trying to get attention from Liam resulting in him making a slight pause in his career. It's rumored that Jamie took 1 too many pills before driving. Do we have a druggy? Better stay away from her, Liam! But it's official, Liam and Jamie are a couple! How do you guys feel about this? Yay or nay? Tweet us answers and go to our website to take part in the poll! We'll be back with the latest scoop about the rest of One Direction,"
I stared at the T.V. channel in shock. What the hec do they think they're talking about?! I didn't ask Liam to come here and I really want him to get back to his job. Are they seriously calling me a druggy? I have never taken drugs or self harmed. Even though I've thought about it so many times, I always told myself not to. I don't think it's right...
"What's wrong love?" I heard Liam's voice from the other side of the room. I realized that my eyes were filled with tears and they were pouring out slowly. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist and he came to sit beside me.
"People are really stupid, Liam," I said, wiping my tears away, trying not to make more.
"What do you mean?" he looked concerned.
"I mean the people who talk about you and me on T.V. shows or online. They absolutely don't want me to date you..." I trailed off.
"Jamie, don't listen to that stuff," he looked straight into my eyes. "It doesn't matter if they want me to date you or not, I want to be with you,"
"And I wan't to be with you too," I smiled and hugged him. "Now go get changed, you're still in a towel," I giggled and pushed him off the couch. He stood up and stared at me for a second before ripping off the towel. I instantly shielded my eyes and looked the other way. "LIAM!"
"What? It's not like you've never seen it before!" he giggled and I heard him run off into the bedroom. He's such a kid sometimes. The boys are rubbing off on him and erasing Daddy Direction. I'm glad that one thing didn't change though. Him wanting to be with me.