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

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

My mind was all over the place that night. I had mixed emotions on everything. I barely slept, wanting to figure everything out. I tried staying awake hoping Liam might come to see me. But why would he? We had gotten into a fight and I left him on the beach while he tried to make it all better. I kept a watchful eye on my door, praying that my father wouldn't come in and take away my phone just yet. I wanted to text Liam, or call him, I didn't know how to apologize, I don't think I was ready yet. He probably didn't want to hear some half ass apology, but I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to go back and erase it all. But what's done is done, and I'm stuck with whatever consequences I have.

I fell asleep around two o'clock in the morning. It wasn't something I planned, but something I regretted. My father wouldn't let me sleep in, he took away my phone that morning and I was without contact to Liam. I hated leaving things on bad terms, but my father wouldn't let me fix things. I was stuck on my own property, I couldn't do anything fun, I couldn't see Liam, I could barely read a book without a death glare from my father.

I spent 5 days doing the same thing over and over again. The length of my grounding was undetermined and I was bored. Why did I have to have one courageous moment? Why couldn't I have held my tongue and sucked it up? It would have been so much easier than sitting around this house doing nothing.

I counted down the days until Liam was leaving to go back to London. Two days. I had to see him before he left, I couldn't let him leave without fixing things.

On my sixth day of being grounded, I had a unexpected conversation with my parents. It was a normal dinner conversation until my dad brought up the university in London. "I still don't want you to go," my father was saying, "But thanks to your mother, I don't have a say anymore." I glanced over at my mom and we made eye contact, I silently made a note to self to thank her later. "So," my father said, as if he had difficulty with the words, "You will go home tomorrow morning and pack up all your things so that you will be ready to move in to your dorm on the 11th. Josh and Morgan will be at the house to keep an eye on you. They know you're grounded, so they know what you're allowed to do and what you are not. Do NOT, try and convince them otherwise." The whole time he was speaking I was nodding along like 'la de da de da' but then I began to process everything.

My father knew what day my dorm was ready. Liam was the only one who knew, had he told my father? Or had he gone through my phone? If so, what else did he see?

Josh AND Morgan were going to be there. Why wasn't Morgan down here at the bakery? Better yet, where my brother and Morgan a couple now? Why did Josh get off so easily when he got a divorce from a snob of a wife and then started dating another girl while he was still technically married to the snob? And I wasn't allowed to even go near my boyfriend anymore...now I see who's truly my parents' favourite. It's Josh and always has been. I was the lousy mistake.

But then I realized what he said. I was leaving...tomorrow.

"What?" I said suddenly. My father had been going on and on about something, probably his disapproval but I had zoned out. "I want you to stay focused on your studies," my father said. "No, no, no, did you say I was leaving...tomorrow?" "Yes," my father said, sipping his water. "Why? That's not fair!" I said becoming frustrated. "Brooklyn, you start school in two weeks," my mother said, obviously not understanding why I can't leave tomorrow. "Dad, I need to see Liam before I leave! I need to tell him something! You can't do this to me!" "I'm sorry Brooklyn, but you can't see him. You will just have to wait until you see him in London," my mother said. I saw my father tense up, "If she makes it to London," he mumbled under his breath. He thought I hadn't heard him. Oh, but I had, "Dad, just STOP IT! Please, you're making this more difficult than it should be!" "Honey, you don't have time to go visit Liam, you leave in less than 12 hours. Plus you're grounded, so you wouldn't be able to go see him anyways." I glared at my parents once more before tossing my napkin in my plate and getting to my feet. "Well then I'm going to go pack. Enjoy your meal," I snapped then proceeded to leave the room in anger.