In Love With You (16+)

*~The English word "love" can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from interpersonal affection ("I love my mother") to pleasure ("I loved that meal"). It can refer to an emotion of a strong attraction and personal attachment. It can also be a virtue representing human kindness, compassion, and affection—"the unselfish loyal and benevolent concern for the good of another". As well, it may describe compassionate and affectionate actions towards other humans, one's self or animals.~*

Love is a weird word. It's a feeling and it's sometimes used without thinking of the consequences of using that word. He told me he loved me, a lie. He told me he loved me, another lie. He told me he loved me, truth. This is my story. My life. My everything.


6. Liam

 I slowly walk up the steps of the big white house. I lightly knock on the door, wincing in pain when I lift my arm up to do so. I turn around, holding one arm, and look up to the sky. Gray clouds look back at me right when it starts to rain. I watch as the rain gets stronger and falls harder, leaving me soaking wet. Just then I hear the door open and I turn around to be faced by Liam. "L-loa?" I smile a bit, hurting myself in the process, "Hi, Liam." He slowly opens the door, allowing me space to enter the house. I slowly walk forward, Liam looking over my arms and face. I go and try to sit on the couch. I bend my keens lightly to sit down but collapse to the floor, my knees giving out. I cry out in pain as I land on one of my bruised up arms. "Lola!" I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face. "No, no, no, not again! No! Don't hurt me!" The memories come flashing back, the beatings, the rape, everything. "Leave me alone Dallas!" "W-who's Dallas?" I hear Liam whisper in my ear, he must have picked me up sometime  while I was freaking out. "Did he do this to you?!" "N-no, h-he did this to me a-a long time ago." I bury my head into his chest, dreading what he's about to ask. "Then who did this to you?" I was planning to say it with a strong voice but it only came out in a whisper, "Zayn." 


 I lay in the warm bed, Liam left ten minutes ago. He's probably going to beat Zayn's ass. Just then I hear the door open from downstairs. "Lola! I'm back!" Liam walks up the stairs and opens the door to his bedroom. I sit up slightly an look at what he's holding. "What's that?" I ask, pointing at the plastic bag. "Oh, it's ice cream and some movies, thought we could relax and eat ice cream and watch movies in bed." I giggle, moving over in the bed and patting the area next to me, "Sure." 


                                                                           *Liam's P.O.V*

 I don't think I can stand this much longer. We're touching. We're fucking touching. I slowly wrap an arm around her shoulders, puling her close. She grins a bit and leans her head on my chest. I smile and look back to the movie. Hopefully I'll be able to tell her someday. 




              Sorry for such a short chapter, it's pretty much a filler. I'll try to update again soon. 

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