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.


25. what did happen in vegas

It's been five days. Five days in Las Vegas, and last night was a complete blur. The only remembrance was of many drinks and dancing. My mouth was dry, my head pounding but I sat up in the bed. 

I looked out the window and noticed we never closed the curtains but it didn't matter. We towered over the strip. I dragged my fingers through my hair and that's when I noticed it. My hair tangled with something metal. 

I pulled my hand from my hair and my eyes grew wide as I saw the diamond ring around my ring finger. "Liam?" I looked over at him but he didn't answer. "Liam!" I hit him in the stomach and he quickly got up clenching his abdomen. "What is this?!" 

"What?" He tried to regain his breathing. 

"This! Liam, what is this! I thought you left it back in England!"

"Okay, okay calm down. No I didn't leave it back home, you think I'm crazy?"

"How did it get back on my finger?!" 

"How the fuck should I know?! I can't remember anything and I highly doubt you remember anything of last night either."

I stood up, "I knew we should've brought security. They would at least keep us out of this mess!" 

"They would do nothing but babysit us! Besides I highly doubt we did anything, you probably just found the ring and put it on!" 

I rolled my eyes, perhaps. I turned on the balls of my feet and looked towards Liam's jeans on the floor. A folded piece of paper was sticking out from one of his pockets. I walked closer and picked the paper from the denim. 

"No, Liam," I said to him as I glanced at the paper. "I didn't just put it on." 

"What?" I heard him walk closer, his naked self getting close. He snatched the paper from me. 

"According to this I'm--."

"Mine," he finished. 

"No, the paper never says that. And I'm not some animal you can claim." I stole the paper back from him. "We need to do something about this. Liam we need to get a divorce."


"What is your problem?" I yelled at him. "Liam, you don't honestly think we can continue to pretend like nothing happened. I'm married to you, we need to get this fixed."

"Why can't you just accept it? Maybe it's a good thing," he sipped on his vodka. 

"Ugh," I took the glass from his hand and poured it down the sink. "It's eleven in the morning, you disgust me." I went into the bedroom and like always heard him following me. 

"I'm not getting a divorce."

"Why are men so difficult when it comes to this?! Usually they're the first ones to say goodbye anyways!" 

"Because maybe they're too afraid to admit how much they love the fucking girl." 

"This is a mistake, Liam--."

"Oh so is everything a mistake? You and I?"

"I never said that, and you know I don't mean it like that. I'm just saying, I'm not ready to be married, and you just promised to me. We are both not ready. Please, Liam, we need to fix this." 

It took him a second, a moment. He exhaled and finally looked at me, biting his lip. "Okay, but I'm only doing this for you."

"I didn't say no to marriage all together, just not right now."

He nodded, "Okay." 

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