Unwillingly Arranged(Liam Payne/One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty(Liam's POV)

I sucked in a large breath, pressing my lips into a thin line and holding my breath as my fingers found the house key in my back pocket. I fiddled around with it for a moment, nervously trying to poke the end into the lock, but my hand were shaking too bad.

Finally, I managed to get a good hold on it, as I pressed it into the lock and twisted it around a few times until the door popped open. Pulling out the key, I slid it down into my back pocket, stepping through the door and shutting it firmly behind me. 

The house seemed empty, and I couldn't hear a sound coming from anywhere. Taking a few cautious steps into the kitchen, I set my phone and keys down on the counter, leaning against it. 

"Danielle?" I called cautiously, sticking my head forward and listening carefully. "Dani?"

"Right here," She sounded far away at first, but closer as she finished out her statement. She finally apepared in the kitchen doorway, leaning against it and smirking at me. Her long brown hair was pulled up into a messy bun, sporting a pair of yoga pants, fuzzy socks, and a hot pink hoodie. "What do you need?"

"Can I talk to you about something?" I cut away from her gaze, running my fingers around my keys and then putting them back inside my pocket.

"I think you've made it pretty clear that we are broken up, we don't really need to talk about that anymore, Liam," Danielle said, her tone trying to be playfully, but I could hear the icyness dripping through it and spreading throughout the room.

"That's not what I wanted to ask you," I countered with a heavy sigh, moving my hand behind my neck to scratch at the short hairs. "I wanted to ask if, maybe, you would move out?"

Hurt flashed immediately across her features, then was replaced with anger. But she quickly tried to hide the anger as she said in a small voice, "Oh.."

"You don't have to until you find another place to stay."

She shook her head, locking eye contact with me. "No, I have a few friends places I could stay at.." 

It was silent for a few moments, as Danielle finally broke her eye contact with me, her gaze trailing around the room until I found her staring at the wall behind me, obviously trying to push back the sadness that had now pushed away all other emotions and settled into her mind.

"How about I help you pack?" I offered, trying to fill the silence and get her to move. Sage would be here any minute, and I didn't want to have to explain further to Danielle why I was asking her to move out.

"That'd be great," She said, her voice coming out quiet as she avoided my eye contact. She turned on her heel, walking quickly down to our once shared room with me following close on her heels.

I stalked over to the closet, pulling out all her old suitcases and bags, laying them onto the bed and opening them all for her as she began to pull all of her clothing and shoes from the closet and throw them into the bags in a somewhat organized fashion. 

We didn't talk, as we were both upset about finally moving away from each other. Even I was upset. Just because I liked Sage more now, and I knew she was the one, didn't make me forget about my first real love, Danielle. I wasn't one to throw away girls like trash, even if one of the girls was my ex. I was saying goodbye to my girlfriend of two years, the one I had thought I would marry and have children with. Of course I was going to be slightly upset about it, I wasn't completely heartless. Even if Danielle had been a complete jerk the past few weeks.

It took us about thirty minutes to pack all of her belongings up in her bags and take them all out to her car, packing them safely inside her trunk. I found myself standing next to her car, holding out her final bag for her to put up. She took it gently from my hand, swinging it inside and slamming the trunk down.