I don't want to be yours. I don't want to be anybodies. I want to be me. I want to be Boston. I want to forget about the past and live my life. I want to be noticed but unnoticed by you. Leave me alone, Liam, because this time we really will kill each other. Don't try and find me, because I don't want my memories to haunt me like they happened yesterday. Like Hollywood says, two celebrities never make it out alive. And we are the perfect example.


9. it's not tomorrowland

"Leaving already?" I leaned against the doorframe of Louis and Harry's room. They were packing their luggage, a gesture that has become so normal to me. 

They both smiled at me. "No, Silly," said Louis. 

"Then where are you going?" I rose an eyebrow and they both narrowed their eyes. "What? What's going on?"

"Didn't Liam tell you?" Harry asked me. 

"Tell me what?" 

"We're going somewhere," said the familiar deep voice behind me. 

I turned around, crossing my arms, "Tell me where we are going." 

"You'll be fine," he stepped forward and placed his hands over my shoulders. 

"I'm not stupid, Liam," I started. "I know what's going on this weekend and I'm not going back to Belgium." 

"Tomorrowland is this weekend?" Harry questioned, his face illuminating with surprise.  

"Shut up," Louis muttered. 

I narrowed my eyes, "Okay, if it isn't Tomorrowland. Liam what are planning?"

He placed a nervous smile over his lips. "Nothing. Come on we are leaving." 

He turned around but he stopped and looked back at me. He took a couple strides forward and then reached for my arm. Pulling the long sleeves back to the crease of my elbow he frowned. I haven't really kept my promise. 


"We're leaving," I removed my arm from his grasp. "I'll go get packed." 

His eyes followed me as I walked around him and towards my bedroom.


"Things like this are hard to part away from, Liam." Louis placed a hand on my shoulder. "Look what you went through."

"You don't understand. She's doing it because I do. She learned it from me!" I fell against the wall.

"So you haven't stopped," he mumbled. 

"You know I can't," I breathed. 

"You haven't seen her in four years and in that amount of time she's become someone different. She's changed Liam, we all have, but she's the only one who is craving for help. She acts like she doesn't need it but she does. She needs you Liam, and if I were you I would let her go. I know it sounds stupid, but she'll stop, you just need to give her the time."

"So let her go and hurt herself?" 

"I did the same with you," he continued. "I hated that you did it, but I knew that if you didn't you became a horrible person. You were always angry until you put the metal to your skin. The same is happening to her. Breathe, Liam. Just breathe. She isn't going anywhere." 

I let my fingers drag through my longer hair. Louis was always right. 

"Now, go get ready. We need to get on the plane if we plan to get to Cape Town in time."

I nodded before returning to my suitcase, packing all my clothing and placing the hidden razor last inside. 


"We're going to Cape Town," it wasn't a question, it was a statement. "What's so interesting in Cape Town?" Now that was a question.

"You'll see," Louis sing-songed. 

"Ugh," I was so tired of these surprises. 

We all walked outside towards the small plane Liam called for earlier. 

"Have fun!" Mom yelled from the patio. 

I smiled awkwardly to her. I was still shocked that she agrees to anything I do. Especially leaving with three guys, okay well two are gay and one has left me and disappointed me beyond belief. Yea, I guess every girl gets stuck in my position. 

Whatever. Let's just get this over with. 


"You have to wear white," Liam said towards me. 

"What? Why?" 

"It's just a thing they do where we are going." 

"So I'm supposed to wear all white?" I rose an eyebrow.

"That's the rules."

"Rules," now my smile was exploding on my face. "Well if it's the rules."

I immediately removed all clothing from my body. I did it slowly, taking small peeks at Liam. His eyes watched me, he exhaled slowly as he then swallowed. He was so easy to captivate and I liked I had that power over him. 

I was in my bra and panties and crossed my arm. "White, eh? Hmm, well I guess that means I can't wear my black bra." I unclipped the bra and let the straps slide down my arms. "Or black panties." I slipped my thumbs into the black fabric before also sliding it down my legs and letting it touch the carpet of the hotel floor. 

Within seconds Liam was standing in front of me. Closely. His clothed chest was touching the small rounds of my breasts as his rough, callused hands smoothed around my hips. He pushed my head to the side with his nose as he breathed warm hair on my neck causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. 

"You have no idea how hard it is to not devour you right now," he mumbled huskily in my ear. 

"You can't control it," I breathed back and then his teeth bite down into my neck as he sucked hard. Making his marks, creating redness and raised skin. 

I belonged to him. 

The tattoo always reminded me that. 

I wasn't supposed to belong to anyone except him. 

"So where are we going?"

He chuckled against my skin. "Can't anything ever be a surprise?"

"No," I giggled. 

He pulled me back a little and looked from my eyes to my nose as he placed a gentle kiss on the tip. "It's not Tomorrowland." 


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