Fighter |No Longer writing|

part 3

I awoke to one girl standing in front of Liam with googly eyes as he signed something. I looked over his shoulder and saw it was a one direction phone case. My eyes widened, that’s where I know them from. Their faces are all over one of my step sister’s wall, she is always blaring their music in my car. I looked around wide eyed not knowing what to do with myself. I saw a flight attendant making her way down the aisle. The teen thanked Liam and walked back to her seat. “Excuse me.” I said stopping the flight attendant. “Yes.” She said with a smile. “How much longer until we land at LAX?” I asked not making eye contact with Liam. “About two more hours.” She said looking at her watch.” I thanked her and she continued walking. “Excited to go home?” Liam asked. I nodded not wanting to explain my situation. I tapped my finger nails against the arm rest. I lifted my right arm to support my head as I looked out the window.  After a while I looked back over to Liam. He was staring at my wrist. I looked down and my sweater had fallen down and rested on my elbow. I quickly cover my scars.

~ My brother has been gone for 3 months and I have never felt more alone. I couldn’t feel any pain as the razor slide across my, what once was clean and never touched. I watched as the blood flowed out of the thin strip and glided down my fore arm. I continued this action for the next few weeks. It was starting to get harder and harder to hide them. I stopped but they scared, badly. I started covering them up with concealer. It seemed to do the trick, my dad never asked questions. ~

“Would you like to watch a movie?” Liam asked. “What movie?” I asked putting my arm down. “Finding Nemo.” Liam said with a smile. “Sure.” I said leaning towards him as he pressed play on his tablet. He gave me an ear piece. I felt like a little girl watching this movie; even though I’m 16 I still feel a bit too old to watch this movie. I tried to remember how old my sister said he is. My two 12 year old step sister’s Lilly and Elizabeth always go head to head fighting over whose better, the wanted or one direction. Lilly is the directioner. I forget who her favourite one is. Liz is always rolling her eyes at how much Lilly loves one direction, but she’s the same way with the wanted. Before I knew it we were landing in LA. I got my bag and said good bye to the boys and left. I turned on my phone as I waited for my luggage. Right when it loaded it started vibrating like crazy. Lilly was calling me. “Hello?” I answered. “YOU MET LIAM. WHAT IS HE LIKE? WAS HE NICE? IM GOING WITH YOU NEXT TIME YOU GO TO LONDON!” she yelled through the phone. “I’ll talk to you when I get home.” I giggled before I hung up. As I slide my iPhone back in to my purse I started thinking, how did she know. I whipped my phone out and text Lilly . I saw the luggage start coming out and I put my phone away. I grabbed my matching Victoria secret luggage and made my way to the parking lot. I got the ticket out of my glove compartment and paid for parking. I started maneuvering my way out of LAX , I had to stop and let people walk. I saw 5 familiar faces start walking in front of my car. Harry and Niall saw me and waved. Niall tapped Liam on the shoulder and he waved also. I smiled and waved. As I was driving down sunset I couldn’t help but to think about him. His brown eyes, his wave of brown hair. The horn behind me startled me out of my day dream and I continued driving. I pulled my jaguar up to the house and got out. I popped the trunk open.