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.


6. waking up to telling lies

"Boston?!" My name was being shouted throughout the house. 

A cool breeze was running from my wide balcony through my white bedroom. 

"Mm?" I moaned as I turned my head to the side. I could feel Liam's strength over my stomach as he wrapped his arm around me. His head was buried in the space where my neck and shoulder connected. His breathing warm and sticky on my skin. 

The white duvet was close to covering us completely. My arm was over my head, the only skin of mine that was being affected by the coolness. 

It had been a long night. I just wanted to sleep, I was so tired. 


It had to be my mother, and the voice was getting closer.

I didn't care. 


"Mm," it was Liam making the noise now. I was trying to seep back into that dreaming state but it was getting close to impossible. 

"Boston, aren't you up yet?" The door opening.

I tingled my fingers, hoping she would just get the picture and leave. But, but, was she stepping closer? 

Then the touch. 

"Oh," I moaned, my eyes fluttering open. My free, visible hand tightening around the pillow. 

The touch was like fire, electricity as it made me moan louder. 

It was Liam. His fingers were creating rough circles over my clit. What was he doing. 

I involuntarily stretched my left leg over top his beside me, giving him more access and making me moan to extreme levels. He ran his fingers down and placed two inside me, making my back arch into his fingers. 

Fuck. I could feel my body start to explode. 

I could still feel him breathing heavily into my shoulder. He's hardly moved and here I am; trembling. 

I wanted to yell, and I couldn't control it. "Liam," I almost screamed. My hand stretched and constrained into the pillow, unable to control my lust. 

"I'm right here," he breathed into my ear. 

It set me completely over the edge as I tightened around him. His lips created kisses over my bare skin. I relaxed into the bed, recovering from a morning orgasm that was completely unexpected. 

"Mom," I breathed.

"She's gone," he said. 

I turned my head, looking down into his still sleepy eyes. "You did that on purpose. You're evil."

He rose an eyebrow, "Would you like for me to call her back?" He leaned up on his elbow. "Ms.--!" 

"Shhh," I clapped my hand over his mouth, pushing him back onto the bed. "What you did, earlier. That was amazing."

He smirked against my hand. He reached for my hand and took it away from his mouth. "You wouldn't believe what else I can do."

"Oh, I think I can believe it, but for it to actually work on me. I doubt it."

"Don't test me," he said before placing his hands on either side of my waist. 

He pushed me over until I was straddling him. He reached between us and slid himself inside of me. I closed my eyes and I kept my open hands firmly planted on his chest. He then reached for the duvet and brought it further over our bodies, completely surrounding us by a cloud of whiteness. 

"I'll need your help," he breathed. 


"Yes," he smiled. "Just up and down." His hands helped me, keeping me steady as I started to go up and down on him. Once I found the movement he left my waist. 

I soon bucked my hips forward causing him to drop his head into the pillows and moaned a, "Fuck," before returning back to my body. 

It was like he worshipped me. Like he would do anything to make me feel incredible. 

I watched as he placed his thumb in his mouth and then put that thumb against my clit. He pressed down as his hands found my waist again. We were both moving at the same time. Whenever I would go up he would go down and then when I went down and he went up it was like a kaleidoscope. Everything became colors and shapes, moving in all directions. 

"It's been far too long," I moaned as I leaned down onto his chest; my hands keep their open-palmed formation. 

"For what?" He asked back huskily, his voice heavy with sex.

"This, everything. It hasn't really been four years has it?" 

He looked away from where we were connected and up into my eyes. "Yes, and I spent one thousand four hundred sixty days looking for you. Waiting for the moment, wanting this, needing you."

I could feel the tears welling, "For fuck's sake, Liam, I've missed you." 

He surprised me and I gasped as he quickly turned us. The blankets were no longer covering us but in a tangled mess, like us. 

He kept himself steady, entering me, exiting me. 

"I'm right here," he whispered again like before. 

I moaned to his words. He knew everything about me. He knew what triggered me, what excited me, what pissed me off. He was perfect for me, and I loved him, I missed him, I hate him. We are never truly meant to be together, but at this moment I couldn't think of any reason why we shouldn't be together. 

He is mine. 

I am his. 


I finally dressed myself. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was close to three in the afternoon. Liam was moving in and out of sleep. 

I smiled as I watched him struggle to stay awake. His head falling to the side and then quickly straight again. 

I bent over him, "Liam what time is it?" 


I knew that South Africa and the UK were only an hour time difference, but in his past couple of hours he was on a plane, waiting in Cape Town and then making love to me numerous times through the night and morning. 

Oh, and he proposed to me. 


I exhaled slowly as I stood back up, pulling the duvet closer to him. I walked out onto the balcony watching the many elephants roam freely. I smiled to the already setting sun as I walked around the balcony and then down the stairs to first floor. 

I entered the kitchen door and saw my mother at the kitchen table. She was drinking tea, I could smell the sugar and milk melting. 

"Good afternoon," I said as I pulled a bowl from the cupboard and filled it with cereal. I brought the bowl over to the table and used the milk that she kept on the table to fill the rest of my bowl. 

"I guess you had fun last night?" She rose her eyebrow as she looked up from her tea at me. 

"This morning," I almost choked over my cereal. "That was--."

"Boston, you don't have to explain to me. I was in your position before. So I guess you worked things out with Liam?" 

"Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"Good, because I found this on the living room floor this morning when I came home." She pulled the little blue Tiffany's box from her jacket pocket and placed it on the table. "Now this, I would like for you to explain about." 

"Oh," I started. "It's a promise ring." 

"A promise ring? From Tiffany's?" 

"Mom, he's Liam Payne, he has enough money to buy Taj Mahal."

"I'm not joking, Boston," she started. "Are things getting serious between you too?"

"What? No!" Stop your fucking lying, Boston. 

"You don't have to lie to me." Fuck. "I know you are an adult and can make your own decisions, but if something is going on…?"

"What do you think is going on Mom?" 

"Well I was just thinking if a baby--."

"Baby?! Mom, no you've got it wrong. I'm not pregnant."

"I just thought because of the ring."

"No," I shook my head. 

"Okay," she smiled. "But if you two are planning to get married, I would like to know of course."

"That's okay, Mom. We aren't getting married." Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

I hope Liam wasn't planning on saying 'I do' too quickly, because the lies are pouring from my mouth. 

"Okay," she smiled. "Anyway I found two stowaways in Cape Town."

"Mom you really need to stop bringing people home with you."

"Well they insisted they see you. They are the most adorable boys, so nice."


"Hey, Boston."

I looked to my left and I smiled at a similar curly haired boy. "So this is where you've been hiding?" 

He smiled but he didn't reply, instead someone else did. "Me too." 

My eyes widened, my bottom lip dropping. This couldn't be happening, we buried him, we couldn't find him. They both disappeared from the world, to appear right in front of me. 

I woke up to tell lies and to see the truth, and the truth was staring back at me. 

If it wasn't for their smiles, showing that they were happy it was their connected hands. 

"Harry? Louis?" 

"It's nice to see you again," said Louis. 

I was lost without air. 

I couldn't breathe.

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