Rejected 22 times

"Sorry, Liam, I've told you just about 15 times, I am NOT intrested"
"It's been 22 times" he mumbled
"You've rejected me 22 times Savanna"
"Oh, then don't make it 23" I said as I walked away with my friends.

Yes, That was me. Stupid little clueless me, and all for what? A reputation?
Most people right now think that I'm a self-centered little slut for now, once he's famous, wanting him. Well, I'm not.
All summer I was thinking about that, and I wanted to tell him how sorry I was in the fall, and ask if he would give me another shot, but he just walked away every time I wanted to talk to him. He sent me a letter after x-factor the second time, but all it said was:
Don't worry sweetheart, I'm stoppin at 22
I never really saw him again. Until now.


2. Seeing Him

Savannah's POV-

Today was the day. I was going to see Liam today. He would be mad, no doubt, but maybe, just maybe I could get him to listen. I was going to a signing, I knew he probrally wouldn't listen, or even notice me, but I had to try, I was just going to apoligize, and get out.

I woke up, and picked out todays outfit:

I took my british flag freshtop, and highwasted black denim shorts. I layed in down on my bed, then went in and washed my golden blonde hair, and then my body. when I stepped out it was 5:30, maybe I would see him before the signing, which was at 10. My blonde hair dried in its natrul curly locks, as I applied my liquid eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, foundation, and blush. I took out some red liquid air lipstick/gloss and applied it. then I grabbed my 'anchor' TOMS and head out the door, when I arrived there was a line of people, not to big though, I was probrally around the '200 people' mark. I picked up my phone, only to see 15 calls from home, I decided to listen to a message from my mum

"H-hey s-sw-sweetie, um, i-it-its y-y-y-yuour b-br-broth-th-ther-r  c-c-ca-all u-us b-ba-back" She was in tears, I really wanted to call them back, I really did, but I didn't want any negitivity until AFTER my encounter with Liam.

~~~~~~~At the table~~~~~

It was finally MY turn, I just breathed in and out.

"What's your name, love?" Harry asked

"Savannah Coyle" I said, Liam looked up at me and I waved

"Security" he said

I moved over to him

"Liam, I just need to talk to you for a second"

Now there were two people at my sides

"What is there to say"

"Just let me talk to you, please! I tried in school, but you kept avoiding me, just give me a few minutes, please!"

He waited for a second

"Take her back there, and when we're done here, I'll talk to her" he said to a guard

"Ok" they said

The guy named Paul bought me back to a little lounge where I waited. I decided to call my mum

"Hey mum"

'Savannah, I need to tell you something"

"Yea, sure anything"

"Well, you know how I was crying last time"


"Well, its because of your brother"

"What happened?"

"He-He's very sick, uncureable, doctors say he has 2 months left to li-" I cut her off my hanging up the phone, and burring my head in my hands. I cried alot, I could see one of the boys looking back at me, but I didn't care.

"W-where's the, um, the um, bathroom?" I asked

Paul pointed to a room, and I just sat there and cried. for a very long time. Aparentlly so long, that I heard the boys talking outside.

"So she just hid in here?"

"Yes, after she got off the phone with her mum"

"The little slut's probrally prego"

That's when I walked out, all of them were shocked

"My little brother is dieing of cancer right now, and I'm here apoligizing to you"

He was silent, I wlked over to the couch and sat down.

"I came to say I'm sorry, I said a real bitchy thing, and was an asshole. I don't know why I said that, I just didn't know what to say to that, and I cared about reputation, and at first I was trying to protect our friendship, but I just wound up tearing us apart more, and I'm really sorry, I was trying to explain it to you, but you ignored me, then you left, and just like I told you when we were 10, you made it"

He still stayed silent.

"And I have to go, I'm really sorry for being an ass"

he just nodded.

"Bye Li" I said, using the old nickname I had for him.

"Bye, Savy" he said.

As I walked out the door, I admired how he used the nickname I gave him, then I hopped in my car, and head off while preparing myself for a whole bunch of tears.

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