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.


4. oh my god

"Here you go," I handed Liam a piece of paper as he lay on my hotel room bed. I was getting ready to head back home, but I thought I would clear some things up first. 

"What's this?" He asked me as he looked from me to the paper. 

"Just read it," I said. Amelia already left earlier, getting ready for her own flight to New York. 

"Fine," he finished as he soon started scoffing. "Is this a set of rules? Oh my god, Bo, you have changed. Okay, number one, no eyesight. Are you serious? I will look at you if I want to." 

I turned and looked at him. "I have changed and you haven't." 

He smirked at he looked back at the set of rules. "I'm not doing that or that or that," he continued. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Hm?" I looked at him through the vanity mirror, watching him sit up on the bed. He obviously got to the last rule I have placed on the sheet of paper. 

"No sex? Are you trying to kill me?" 

"No I'm trying to make you go home," I said turning. 

"Good luck," he started. "Cos I'm not going anywhere, babe." 

I was beginning to flare with anger. Yes, I've missed him. Yes, I still had feelings, but no I didn't want him back in my life. 

"Then you better get used to Cape Town," I said to him as I reached for my cross body on the bed. "You'll be here a long time." 

I was about to walk away when he reached for my wrist. "Why are you being so difficult?" 

"Why are you being such a dickhead? I still haven't lifted that restraining order, Liam, you know how many laws you are breaking?"

"Do you know how much I don't fucking care?"

I pulled my wrist away from his grasp. "I know, I know you don't care, but if you really want me you'll do whatever it takes to get me. That doesn't mean break laws, and stalk me, it means to give me space. How can I ever forgive you when all you do is strangle me with your presence? Go back home, Liam, when I'm ready you'll know." 

"This is what you want?" He questioned.


He shook his head. "Okay." 

I also shook my head. "You're such a liar." I walked around him and towards the front door.

"What am I lying about now?" He pursued me to the door and I didn't like it. This is what I wanted to get away from. 

"Come on, Liam," I opened the door. "We both know you aren't going to go home and I'll end up calling the police. I then will be relocated and you'll probably go to prison but knowing you, you'll get house arrest and still track me through a computer. I know you hired someone to find me, and you wonder why I want to get away from you. Goodbye, Liam, and I mean it. You appear on my doorsteps again, I will call the police."

I closed the door and went to the elevator, shutting him off from my life all over again. 


"Boston," my mom called as I stepped out of the taxi. A five hour drive was not fun, but I missed the plane due to Liam's intervenience. "How was Cape Town?"

"Interesting," I said as I walked up the front steps and into the house. "You knew Liam was going to be there, didn't you?" 

"Yes. You're father called. He has Liam tracked and he found out he was using his passport. He wasn't sure where he was going, but called just in case."

"Well he found me," I said.

"Boston, I'm sorry. I'll call your father, maybe he can do something."

"No," I started. "I had it out with Liam. Things aren't so great right now, but I think he got the picture." 

"Is he going back to England?"

"Yes," for fuck's sake I hope so. 

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." No. 

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do?" 

"Mom, please, we've been through this." 

"I know, I just want to make sure you are positively doing what you want."

"Then yes, I'm doing what I want." I really need to stop the fucking lying to myself. 

"Okay," she said, "Because there's someone here for you in the living room." A smile lit up her face. 

I narrowed my eyes as I went into the living room. Something was going on, something was going to happen. 

"Oh my god," I breathed as he kneeled in front of me on one knee with a blue Tiffany's box in his hand. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

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