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

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

The persons face had seemed dark and sunken. I couldn't tell who it was, for the lighting outside was low and grim. I gripped Liam's hand and kept my eyes on the place the person had stood. "Brooklyn, they're gone," Liam said, trying to sooth me. I was shaking, someone had been standing there, staring at us. We had no idea and until I noticed them they hadn't moved. It worried me the most that the person had left in a rush, instead of trying to casually brush it off.

I was gripping Liam's hand so hard that the pain was probably unbearable. But he didn't say a word. "Come on," he said, taking my shoulders, "I'll walk you home." I nodded my head slightly as I let him steer me away. He kept on rubbing my shoulders trying to calm me. But I was still shaking. Was that person dangerous? I no longer knew if i was safe or not. Could that person have been following me around all the time? Or following Liam? I pushed those thoughts from my mind, telling myself that it was just some kid. But more thoughts filled my head. This time not as scary, but still frightening to me.

I didn't want that person to tell the world that Liam and I are dating. But I had to face the odds that they probably weren't even able to tell it was Liam I was kissing. There were no camera flashes, nothing. So the probability of someone leaking pictures on the internet of Liam and I was very slim.

As we got to my house, I could still feel the tremble within my body. I climbed the step, but Liam stayed back. "I think this is as far as I can go," he said. "What?" I said turning around. "Brooklyn, it's late and your father wouldn't want me here." I shook my head and bit the inside of my cheek, "But it doesn't matter that I want you here right? I'm scared to death right now. I'm still shaking, Liam!" "I'm sorry, Brooklyn, you know that's not what I meant," he said, pulling me closer. "Are you scared of my father?" I asked him quietly as I rested my chin on his shoulder while he hugged me. I felt him take a deep breath, "If I said yes would you think of me as any less of a man?" "Of course not," I said. "I'm scared of him too." I pulled away, and sat down on the step. Liam followed me and slipped an arm around me as I fought back tears. "Do you promise to never hurt me?" I asked quietly. I was watching the water, silent and still, with only a little ripple here and there. "I could never hurt you," he said. Silence passed over us. "I don't want to go inside," I said. "Then stay out here with me," Liam said. I shook my head on his shoulder, "I'm too freaked out to stay out here with that person, out there somewhere." Liam sighed and pulled me away to look into my eyes, "Brooklyn, it was nothing, the person is gone. Please stop talking about it, you're worrying me." "Liam, I just can't get the picture out of my mind," I said to him, why didn't he understand? "If I come inside will you stop talking about it?" He suggested. "I didn't want you to come inside for that reason," I told him. "You know I want to come inside, you also know that I'm terrified of your father, but now we have the knowledge that there is a person out there who was spying on us, and it is no longer safe outside. So either take my offer or leave it," he said. I looked into his eyes, "I'll take it," I said almost in a whisper. I took his hand and he helped me to my feet. We made it into the house quickly without another word. I walked through the glass door, pulling Liam along behind me. We stopped in the living room to find my mother had fallen asleep on the couch. I let go of Liam's hand and walked over to her. I pulled off her glasses and took the book from her hand. I placed a blanket over her, and kissed her forehead before turning off the light. I took Liam's hand again and we headed into the kitchen. "You have such a generous heart," Liam said, as I walked over to the sink to get a glass of water. "What?" I asked. "You treat others with such care and you're so gentle, you don't take anything, but give everything." I turned to face him, "Where is this all coming from?" I asked Liam. He shrugged his shoulders, "I've been thinking about it." I sat down at the kitchen table, and the room became silent. I looked through the large window in front of me. That person could still be out there. What if they had followed us home?