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.


27. yesterday

I've been sleeping for days. Or that's what it felt like anyways.

"Boston, I made tea. You need to eat something." It was my mom.

I was back in my home--and not South Africa. I was back in California.

I thought that when my passport was suspended I had to go back to my place of birth. England was my birthplace, but I forgot that my mother had changed my citizenship. According to the government I was American.

It didn't matter what my dad said or who he was. No one was going to allow me on a plane...not even my father's private jet.

But of course I was not angry because I was taken home, but because I was separated. I was taken away from the one I was connected too. I felt like a piece of me was missing, but do you think when he rings I answer the phone? Do you think I'm begging to my father to get me out of America, reverse my citizenship and make me English?

You're wrong. I don't do either of those things. Its gone to the point where Liam calls every five minutes and my mom has threatened to pull the phone cable from the wall. She's done it, but I keep plugging it back in. I like to ear the sound of the ringing. The sound of being wanted, that's all I heard.

I sat up in bed and took the cup of tea on my bedside table and begun to sip. The phone rang again.

"Boston! Please for the love of all mankind answer the phone or I will do it for you!"

Fine, let her answer the phone. I couldn't bare to hear his voice. Not after what we've been through. Three months of solitude, three months of separation. It felt like it was yesterday.

The phone stopped ringing. She must've answered it. I placed my cup back on my table and sunk back into bed. I didn't want to be bothered but what was about to happen I never had a chance.


I looked towards my door and see my mom, holding the phone to her ear.

"What?" I looked at her with confusion. Her face was so blank, indescribable. "Mom, what is it?"

I was worried. What was Liam telling her?

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"What are you talking about?" I got up from my bed and took big steps to get to her quickly. I took the phone from her grasp and put it my ear. "Hello?"

"I didn't think I would find out this way."

"Liam. I honestly don't know what you're babbling about."

"Oh don't be so daft," he said, with obvious hurt in his voice. "Did you think you could keep this from me?"

"Keep what from you? Honestly Liam if you have something to say you might as well say it."

"Why didn't you tell me you were carrying my baby."

"What?" Where was he hearing this? "Liam I'm not pregnant. If I was you would be the first to know."

"Oh I would be?"

"Of course! Who told you this ridiculous rumor anyway?"

"See that's what gets me," he started. "Why would one of my best friends lie to me about something so serious?"

"Harry told you, didn't he?"

"So you admit it. You are pregnant."

"No I'm not and I don't know why Harry is lying about something like this. Please Liam I would tell you if it was true and real but it isn't. It's been three months since I last saw you and weeks before that when we had sex for the last time. You would already know about me being pregnant if it was true because the signs would've started in Italy. Liam, everything is fine--."

"See that's the problem. Nothing is fine. You're another country away and...and I'm going insane Bo. I'm going mad, not sure what to even do anymore."

"You're not going mad. Calm down. But you need to stop listening to all the rumors. I don't know why they are over there when I haven't been talked about--." I turned my television on to the celebrity gossip channel.

"Looks like Liam Payne's new wifey just found out she has a bun in the oven. Even though Liam is in England and Mrs. Payne--England's Prime Minister's daughter--Boston Cameron is here in America, the government should be bound to release the two from their passport suspension. So they both can enjoy in this exciting moment."

"Never mind," I said into the phone. "I guess the rumor is here too. What should we do?"

"We aren't going to do anything. We are not going to talk to any of the press and we are going to try and stay hidden. The more we are out, the more rumors they will create. We are going to act like nothing is happening and hopefully it will end. I just wish I knew who started this gossip and why."

I clenched my jaw, "Why don't you ask him yourself."

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