Telling The World (Book #2 - Liam Payne Trilogy)

Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3

I heard a knock on my door. I pulled my head up from my tear stained pillow and stared at the door like it was the most annoying thing in the world. I sighed and rolled over onto my back, deciding to ignore whoever was trying to see me. But then there it was again. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Coming," I said. It took effort to pull myself out of bed. I pushed my hair out of my face and swung open the door to see my mother standing there. I was relieved, yet at the same time disappointed. I was kind of hoping it was Liam. I held open the door for her and she walked in. She stood in the middle of my room as I fell back to my bed, and kept my eyes on the white ceiling above. "I-I don't really know what to say," my mother started. I didn't look over at her, I barely even batted an eye. She sat down in my window seat, and I twiddled my thumbs, waiting for her to get to the real reason why she came up here. "Liam left," she said softly. "I know," I said flatly. "Honey, I know you're angry..." "I'm not angry," I said. "Brooklyn, don't try and lie to me," my mother said sternly. I sighed, twiddling my thumbs once again. It was so quiet in the room I could hear my watch ticking. I couldn't get my thoughts in order, I couldn't come up with anything to say. I didn't know what to ask first. "Is it normal for a father to hate his daughters relationship this much?" I finally asked. My mother took a moment to answer, "Well, I think it's normal to not want his daughter to be dating..." "But to threaten to pull me out of university?" I challenged. She sighed, "Yes, he did take that a little too far." I sat up on my bed, "Where did I go wrong?" I asked. "Oh, honey," my mother said in that stereotypical motherly tone. She stood and walked towards me. She sat down with me, taking me in her arms, "You did nothing wrong." "Then why does this keep happening?" I asked, genuinely confused. "Because your father doesn't like change, he did the same thing when your brother married Natalie. But mind you it wasn't to this extreme, but that's because you are his little girl, the only one he will ever have, and you're growing up and slipping out of his fingers. You're not that sweet little innocent girl running around with pig tails in her hair anymore. You're now a kind and gentle young woman who has fallen in love." "I'm still the same person, just older..." I said. "I know sweetie, it's just that when you were younger you always said you would only ever love one man, and that was him. He still wants it to be true, but now that Liam has come into the picture, he channels all his emotions into anger." "I've dated other boys before," I protested. "Yes, but have you ever been this crazy about them? Your father doesn't know Liam. He doesn't know his family, he doesn't know his past, and he doesn't know his intentions. Unlike the other boys, when he knew everything about them because their parents were family friends. This is a whole new playing field for him, and when he sees you with Liam, and hears all the things you two talk about, he just shuts out the world and focuses on getting things back into his control." "But why does he have to be in control?" I asked. "For the same reason he always tries so hard to be right," my mother said, "he's stubborn and doesn't like the truth, or reality." I sighed as silence filled the room like water filled a cup. My mother still had her arms around me, but I suddenly felt uncomfortable. "Mom, I'm really tired," I said. "Oh, okay, sweetie, you get some rest," she said pulling away from me. I watched her go then got up and walked over to my window seat. I must have been up here for a while, because the sun was starting to set. I put my hair into a messy bun and pulled my knees to my chest. Why did my life always have to get so complicated? Why couldn't it just do as the sun does, say good bye at the end of the day, without a care in the world and leave the problems to be dealt with when it comes back. That's kind of what I want to do. I want to leave for a while, forget about my messed up world and just see what other things are like. I'll deal with my problems when I get back.

I was emerged in my thoughts for so long that my cell phone had to ring four times before I heard it. I scrambled out of my window seat and over to my bed side table. I picked up my phone and checked the time. 10:53, who was calling me at 10:53 at night? I sighed and answered, "Hello?" I said. "Hi, love," I heard an all too familiar voice. "Hi, Liam," I responded. "How are you feeling?" He asked. "Honestly," I said, "I feel like crap." "I'm so sorry," he apologized. "Why?" I said. "Because," he paused, "It's just all my fault." "No it's not, Liam," I said. "But it is, you can't even imagine how terrible I feel," he said quietly. "I think I know," I said. I could tell he was just as much of a wreck as I was. "Liam," I said, slowly. "Mhm," he responded. "Could you meet me on the beach?" I asked, "I really need your hug." "Brooklyn," Liam said, "I don't want your father to catch us." I pursed my lips and walked to my door, I opened it and listened. "Dad?" I called quietly. "He's sleeping honey," my mother responded. "Thank you," I called back. "He's sleeping," I told Liam. "I don't know," he said skeptically. "Please, Liam," I asked, hoping he would agree. "Brooklyn, I-I..." He stammered. "I need a hug, and I want a goodnight kiss," I said, praying that might change his mind. I heard him sigh, "Me too," he said. I smiled, "Meet you on the beach in a few minutes," I said.

When we hung up, I went to rush out the door, but something stopped me. I turned around and looked over at my closet. I hesitated, but then walked over and looked inside to find Liam's sweater he had given me last summer. I reached up and felt a small hallow heart around my neck. It was lined on one side with diamonds and about the size of a quarter. Liam had given it to me last summer as an apology after a fight. I was surprised at the little details I could remember about that, but I was still unable to remember other things.

I pulled on the sweater and dashed out of my room. I walked down the path leading to the water. I brought the sweater closer around me to keep warm, but I was disappointed to find it no longer smelt like Liam. I stepped down into the soft sand, and wriggled my toes a little. I turned left and spotted him instantly, walking towards me. As we finally got close enough, I saw him smile. "Hi," I said quietly. "Hi," he said just as quiet. I reached up and wrapped him in a hug. He held me tight as I buried my face in his neck. I didn't want to pull away, but when we did, he slipped his hand into mine. I caught him smiling, "What?" I said. "You still have my sweater," he said. I felt my cheeks begin to burn, "It doesn't smell like you anymore though." He chuckled, "Here then, let's trade," he said, pulling off the sweater he had on. I giggled as I did the same, I handed him mine as he turned me around and held his sweater for me to slip my arms into. Once I did, I brought it close to my face. It smelt just like the other one had smelt the first time I had gotten it; fabric softener, freshly cut grass, Liam's cologne, I remember the first time I ever smelt it was when I squeezed past him on the plane where we met, and then there was a new smell, ocean I think it was. I opened my eyes to find Liam smiling. "Better?" He asked. "Yes," I giggled, "How about you?" He smiled, "This sweater smells just like you." I laughed, "We are such a weird couple!" He laughed too, "But hey, as long as we love each other, who cares, right?" I smiled and reached up, pulling him towards me by the back of his neck. "Right," I said as I kissed him. I felt his hand rest on the small of my back, gently pushing my body into his. I could feel his fingers getting tangled in my hair, as I felt my way around his upper body.

He pulled away breathless, "That wasn't our goodnight kiss was it?" He asked. I grinned right before leaning in again, "Nope! This is," I said just as Liam leaned in a met me half way. I ran my fingers through his short brown hair. I remembered last summer when it was longer and wavy, now it was average length, but still incredibly attractive. I felt his hands run along the curves of my body. My hand found its way to his chest and I stopped there, feeling his heart beat beneath my fingers. I pulled away smiling as I felt it beating a mile a minute. "That was better," he said. I laughed, "I should go." "Already?" He asked, pulling me closer to him by my waist. "Yes," I said, looking up into his eyes. Those big brown eyes that made me feel terrible for leaving. "We have all of tomorrow," I told him. "I know," he said. He pulled me in for one last hug. I closed my eyes shut, trying to embrace the last hug of the night.

I opened my eyes and glanced around the beach as Liam had not loosened his grip yet. Everything seemed so different in the moonlight rather than the sun.

I was enjoying the sight until I saw something I wasn't even close to expecting. "Liam," I said, my voice cracking. He pulled away and looked at me, "Yeah?" I couldn't stop staring behind him. I shook my head. "Brooklyn-?" I looked up at him for a moment, but when I looked back, all I saw was bushes shaking on a property edge. I was scared to death as I looked back at Liam, "Someone was watching us."