She's not afraid. (Liam fanfic)

Allie

He left. He left me, I knew he would eventually. Everyone does. An this is why I didn't want to do even this with him. I didn't want to get close to anyone else. But Liam was persistent so I finally let him in. Not completely though. I knew this would happen so I wanted to protect myself, even if it is only a little bit. But of course, it didn't work. He was right, feelings are involved. But I did want to turn around and go back. I didn't want to have these feelings for him. I fought so hard to not have them. I didn't even realize I had them until he mentioned it.

"Hey, Allie. Are you okay?" Harry was right next to me and I didn't even know. I realized I was also crying. I quickly wiped my eyes and put on a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a small fight." I lied. This one was probably the worst one, probably the last one too. Harry gave me a bullshit look and pulled me onto his lap and hugged me tightly.

"It's going to be okay. You just have to open up. Give Liam a chance. He doesn't want to hurt you. He really really likes you." He told me. I just cried harder because I couldn't do that. I couldn't love anyone. Liam would grow tired of me. He would realize that he didn't love me and he would leave, just like he did today.

Harry rubbed my back, trying to soothe me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and cried into his chest. Out of all the boys, I was probably closest to him. We'd been friends for a while and we just clicked. He was open to me about him liking Louis, and I was open to him about how I had relationship issues. We understood each other.

"Want me to drive you home?" He asked after a while of us just sitting there. I nodded. He pulled me to my feet.

"Do me a favor?" He nodded, giving me a questioning look.

"Tell Louis, I know he likes you too. He deserves to know and you deserve happiness." He shook his head and frowned

"No way! I'm not telling Louis unless you give a relationship with Liam a chance." I scoffed. I was not doing that.

"Well, I'm not doing that. Even if I wanted to, Liam hates me now." I told him, "But Louis doesn't hate you. He really really likes you. You should give him a chance" I threw his words back at him. He chuckled

"I can't. I want to, I really do. But I'm too afraid. What if he really doesn't feel the same and he hates me after I tell him?" He made up some dumb scenario that would never happen.

"Oh, c'mon. Louis would never hate you. Even if he didn't feel the same, which he does, he would still want to be friends because he cares to much about you to let you go over something stupid." I reassured him and gave him a small pat on the back.

"Yeah, yeah. Well, we're here! I hope you fell better, babe. Everything is going to get better. Just give things a chance. Okay?" He pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. I nodded at his words but I knew I wouldn't. Liam left me even after he said he wouldn't. I mean that's what we were arguing about in the first place. He promised he wouldn't leave and he did. So why would I give that a chance? We would get into a huge argument and he would just run off. I'm not into that.

"I'll see you later, Harry. Thanks for the ride home. Love you, babe." I gave him one last hug and stepped out of his car.

My mom was inside waiting. When she noticed it wasn't Liam driving me home, she got worried.

"What happened, babe?" She wiped my messy hair from my face. I shook my head. I wasn't in the mood to talk and I didn't feel like crying again either.

"Nothing, mom. I'm just going to take a shower." I trudged up to my bathroom and turned the water on. I stepped in and let the hot water run down my body, letting it soothe me. I sang the words to my favorite song, Island in the sun by Weezer over and over again. I ignored every thought I had about Liam and just relaxed.

When I finally stepped out and dried myself off, I checked my phone. Usually Liam would've called by now but there was nothing but a text from Harry telling me everything is going to be okay. I put my phone down and ignored it. I was actually beginning to worry about what was going to happen with Liam and I. Had I really pushed him away? Was he really gone this time? He would usually be outside my door begging to take him back. Before I knew it, the tears were falling from my eyes again. This wasn't me, I didn't cry. Especially over some guy. I was stronger than this and I wouldn't let it get to me. I told myself this would happen now I'll just have to move on. I made my way to my bed and passed out.

When I woke up, I realized it was noon. I hadn't slept that long in a while. I thought about what had happened. I sat in bed and stared at the ceiling. He should've called or at least texted. I knew he wasn't going to. That hurt to know he was getting over me. I knew he would. I told him that, I told him that eventually he would leave.

"Allie, I made you your favorite," my mom called from downstairs. I smiled to myself, she knew something was wrong. I hurried downstairs for my Mac and Cheese!

"Thanks, mom! You're the best!" I grabbed the plate and ate my first bite. It was pretty great. She always makes it when I've had a shit day.

"So are you gonna tell me what happened?" She leaned forward against the counter. I knew she would keep pushing so I finally gave in and told her what happened.

"So, do you think it's really over?" She asked, pouring me a glass of milk.

"I don't know, mom. You know how he is. He'd be here right now if he wanted to stay. I took him for granted and now he's gone," I wiped the single tear from my cheek. I was really trying to hold everything in. I didn't love Liam and I wouldn't shed another tear over him. I knew it was a lie but I'd try to convince myself anyway. Even I I did love him, I couldn't be in a relationship. I didn't want to be. It would just end eventually anyway and I'd be hurt even more than I am now.

"Maybe you should call him, maybe he'll hear you out." She pushed the phone towards me. I shook my head but she kept pushing. My mom was stubborn, that's probably where I got it from. I rolled my eyes but grabbed the phone anyway.

Butterflies were swarming as the phone rang. The ringing seem to go on forever. I grew more nervous with every one.

"Allie?" His voice finally came through the phone. It sounded thick. The tears were falling again. I didn't trust my voice to speak. "Allie, we need to talk. I don't want to fight, I just want to talk. And I don't want to do this over the phone." I nodded but then forgot he couldn't see me.

"Yeah, ok." I said through the lump growing in my throat.

"Do you want me to pick you up? Or is right now a bad time?" He seemed so casual like nothing had even happened.

"Yeah, right now is fine," I said, wiping the tears from my cheek. I was actually beginning to be angry. How could he act like everything was okay? I was crushed.

"Okay, I'll be there soon," he hung up and I threw the phone down.

"He's breaking up with me. I mean, he doesn't want to stay friends with me. I mean, I don't know. We're just done." I rambled. My mom gave me a sympathetic look.

"You don't know that. And even if that is true, you'll move on. You'll find someone better." She gave me the same talk she always does. I rolled my eyes and walked to my room. I put on some comfortable clothes, not really caring about what I looked like. It didn't matter anyway. He was done with me. I felt like a pathetic used up whore.

"Liam's here, Al." My mom yelled again. I slowly walked downstairs and saw him standing there. He looked fine. He looked almost happy. When he saw me, he smiled. I tried to smile back but I knew it was broken.

"Ready to go?"