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.


19. press conference

"Liam! Liam!" My name was being echoed throughout the room. I was following Harry up the stairs and onto the platform where our seats were waiting for us. 

I pulled the fold-out metal chair from the table and sat down. I was the last one at the table, Harry sitting next to me, Louis sitting next to him, and then Zayn and Niall. 

The crowd grew silent. 

"We…We are announcing…," Louis looked back and forth at the table. "We are announcing our fourth world tour."

The room erupted, the flashes of cameras. 

"What is the name? The name of the tour?" 

"That information is still enclosed," Harry said.

"Does this mean the band is back together?"

"We were never broken up," said Niall. 

I rolled my eyes. I wanted nothing more than to runaway from this band. As long as I wasn't asked any questions, I could get out of here. Go back to my home in London and begin the drowning of my memories through many bottles of alcohol. 

I looked up the flashes of light. I thought it was just a play with my eyes when I saw the long dirty blonde hair. I tried to looked past the many paparazzi and interviewers. I tried to follow the flow of hair. How it weaved in and out of the many people. Then how the strands vanished through the entryway.


I stood up from my seat. The room went silent. 

"Liam. Liam." I looked down at Harry. "What's wrong?" 

I shook my head and sat back down. I was obviously hallucinating. 

"Liam how is the daughter of the Prime Minister?" I looked around the room, biting my bottom lip. 

"Liam?" Louis questioned this time. 

I needed to get out of here. I stood up again, took one last glance at the filled room; "I'm sorry," I said. Then I walked down the three stairs from the platform and ran from the room. 

I went outside, not realizing how cold it actually was in London. Winter was quickly approaching but I was so used to the South African warmth. 

What month was it anyways? October…November? 

"With three weeks till Christmas, here's another song to get you into the mood!" Shouted the radio deejay. 

Three weeks till Christmas? It's been five months? Five months in South Africa. Five months away from all of this. I didn't even realize I was driving. I didn't even realize I was pulling into my apartment. The same one Louis and I used to share. 

I exhaled, feeling so heavy. So powerless. I took the keys out of the ignition and looked for the key under the mat for the door. But when I looked the key wasn't there. I peered up to the door and noticed it unlocked.

I narrowed my eyes as I placed my hand over the doorknob. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I heard the taping of heels against the floor. I looked forward, my eyes touching the stilettos then going up the long eyes and skimming the short skirt, the small shirt. 

The long dirty blonde hair. 

"You really need to stop playing these fucking games. Either you want me to stay or go."

"I can't promise anything," she said. "We fight, we argue, I can never change that. But I'm here right now, and I was stupid to ever say no to that plane ticket." 

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