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.


3. no invitation needed

The party was insane. It was on the beach and there were tons of people, and it reminded me of a festival except this party was filled with models. Models wearing hardly any clothing, but I quickly found the alcohol. Let's just say there was no beer, it was all pina coladas and margaritas. Fruity things that take more than one to get you intoxicated. 

I had seven, eight? Ugh. I placed my hand over my forehead, feeling the headache rubbing against my skull. Pluto had a room waiting for me at the five-star hotel right off the water. I don't really remember how I got into my room, but I had to be somewhat drunk. 

My clothing from last night was sticking to my skin and when I brought my hand away makeup was splattered all over my skin. 

I exhaled as I sat up. I drug my fingers through my blonde hair, before pulling the long strands over my shoulder. I wanted to cut it but Pluto wouldn't let me. Obviously Victoria's Secret models have long hair. Well if I had someone to do my hair everyday I would let it grow long, but right now it was just a nuisance. 

I went to the bathroom, washed the makeup from my face and reached for the white robe hanging on the back of the door. I spun my hair on top of my head and wrapped an elastic around it, keeping it from falling in my face. 

I brushed my teeth before going to the kitchen to make coffee. No coffeepot. I kept looking, through the cupboards, everywhere, but nowhere. 

There was a knock on the door and I narrowed my eyes before going to the front door. I looked through the peephole and a smile went to my lips. 

I opened the door. "What? How?"

"Hi, Boston."

Her maxi dress, her brown hair looking better than what I remembered, with no red surrounding her blue eyes. 

"I heard you were getting into modeling," she continued. "I guess I never explained who I was back in Tomorrowland. I saw you last night and I didn't know you were in Cape Town. I'm Amelia." 

I still couldn't believe someone that I met two years ago was appearing at my hotel room. 

"Hi," I said to her. 

"Well aren't you very talkative," she walked past me and looked around the hotel room. "Nice room. I live here, so I don't get management booked rooms." 

I closed the door, and went back into the kitchen. "I just can't believe I'm seeing you again."

"Yea, well everyone knows about you and Liam."

"What do you mean?" 

She leaned against the counter. "You're the talk between these models here. They all can't wait to talk to you. Fuck, Boston, you're famous and you haven't even signed a contract yet." 


"You fucked a member of the biggest boy band in the world. Yeah I would call that famous."

"Well what about you?" 

She smiled, "I was with Liam before he was in a band. That's different, besides, I never cared for him." 

I exhaled, "I need coffee."

Amelia lifted her eyebrows as she walked around the counter and placed a little white plastic cup in a black machine. She pressed a button and put a cup underneath it and coffee soon flowed down into the cup. 

"You'll get used to it all soon," smiled Amelia. "What the fuck is that?"

"What?" I waited till my coffee was done and then took it from the machine. 

"That screaming." She went over to the balcony and opened the door and I followed her. She leaned over the railing, on her toes, she acted so indie and it was hard to believe she was a model. She fit more into the scene of Tomorrowland with her maxi skirts and boho hats. More like a model for Urban Outfitters instead of Victoria's Secret.

"What is it?" I asked beside her as I peered over the railing. 

"It's just a car that's being swarmed." 

"Hmm," I rose my shoulders, not really interested. 

"Oh my god," Amelia started. 

"What?" I looked from her down to the ground. "Oh my god." I dropped my cup of coffee and the mug shattered on the asphalt just a mere distance from the brown haired, brown eyed, man as he looked up towards us. 

He smiled and waved, I quickly turned and ran off the balcony. 


"Why the fuck is he here?" I almost shout as I sit on the couch, my head in my hands. 

"Maybe he found you?" Amelia pointed out the obvious.

"No, Amelia, you don't understand. I put a restraining order on him back in England. He's breaking the law just being here." 

"Why the fuck would you put a restraining order on him?" 

"You know the hell he puts everyone through."

"It's not that," she started. "You only gave him a challenge and that's how he's taking it."

I let my head fall back, "Perfect."

"I know this, because I did it too. I left New York, and moved here. Other models lived here too and so I stayed with them. I would take plane trips to New York every weekend for a photo shoot or fashion show. I thought he would forget about me, stay in England and leave me be. I was wrong. He found me. We ended up fighting, very roughly. We both had bruises and the police were called. I explained to them that I was trying to get away from him. I showed them the tattoo and everything and Liam went to prison for harassment and stalking."

"He went to prison?!" 

"Yea, but his management was going to tell the world that, so he got out on the condition he stay away from me. But now it's only a matter of minutes till he knocks on your door." 

Like on cue, like a music note sounding perfectly on a piano a knock appeared on the door. 

"Or seconds," said Amelia. 

"I shouldn't open it."

"Yes you should. I have nothing against him anymore and I'm sure he could care less about me. It's you he wants and if you don't tell him how you honestly feel about him, he'll keep coming back."

"I don't feel anything for him," I told her as I stood up.

"Then tell him that." 

The knocking grew on the door and I stepped closer. I could fell the tears appear in my eyes, I didn't want this. I placed my hand on the handle of the door and with one more breath filling my lungs I opened the door quickly. 

That one breath left my lungs quickly. "Why?" 

He didn't smile, show his smirk, he instead looked like he was crying. Distressed. "I love you so fucking much, Bo," he muttered as he placed his hands on my hips and within seconds I could feel his tears escaping onto my cheek as we were connected by our lips. 

I let the door close and I felt his hands go through my hair, my hands fisting his shirt. 

"I hate you," I muttered against his lips. 

He pulled away a little, "I know." 

I looked from his lips to his eyes. "It's going to take a long time to change that."

"I know," he muttered again. "Bo, I know what I have done and I--."

"Just shut the fuck up," I muttered. "And kiss me." 

He smiled a little as he went back to my lips. I had no idea what was going on around me, except that Amelia was somewhere and Liam was here kissing my lips. 

I was terrified, scared, about this moment. 

But I only thought about one thing.

How fucking good he tasted. 

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