Someone To Love

Chapter 8 - I can't leave you

(A/N - They have decided to be a four piece. I think it's great of them to continue with the band. Hugs and Love Boys! Lovies Moi.)

Brooke's POV

Liam and I have been cryptic for a month now. It's terrible. The last actual conversation we had was over Skype, with me telling him about my Spring Break. He didn't invite me to visit him. Maybe he is too busy? I hate this silence, it is deafening. Why hasn't he called me?

My classes are going well. Oliver finished on Friday with a big hooray from everyone but me. It looked like he didn't even remember me. I passed him, accidentally bumping into him, he said sorry and looked right through me. I'll admit it hurt that he didn't care enough back then to think about me. I don't care anymore, I mean who needs him?

"Are you going to the show?" Heather's voice breaks into my thoughts. We're painting our room a new colour. A light peach. "I hear it's going to be really fun." She's talking about the play thing Oliver is starring in for the Drama Department. Part of his last work before he heads back to LA. I will not be going, I'd rather poke out my eyes with a spoon.

"Uh, yeah, no thanks. I think I'll just call Liam."

"I bet Liam is out having fun with his friends." Me too. Which is why he hasn't called me. Heather dips the brush in the paint. "You have to get a life outside of Liam."

"I have one," I argue. "I just don't feel like drooling over Oliver like the rest of the school's females."

"You will be the only one though." I used to be. "But I can't blame you. Your boyfriend is hot." That's right. He is. "And way richer...I will be going. I might get noticed."

Liam finally calls me from his cell phone the next day.

I am on my way to my elective Literature class. I like language. Reading and stories.

Liam tells me he'll be in New York next week for a few days. I am beyond excited. Their new schedule is so confusing though. Why are they so all over the place? I tell him I can't wait to see him and he says the same. Now I have something to look forwrd to. I amd getting tired of this place, to be honest. I want to be done and travel.

Monday night, after a boring weekend of studying, there is a knock at my door. Heather is yet to return from going home to Idaho. I jump off my bed and go to open the door, chewing loudly on a piece of gum. Popping the bubble I see a large bouquet of roses before me.

"Hi," I greet and the flowers are lowered, revealing a teenage boy looking at me from under a black baseball cap. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah. I'm looking for Brooke Newman?" He reads the card and looks at me. "That you?"

I nod and he hands me a clipboard. I sign next to my room number and name. He waves after giving me the flowers and then he leaves. I close the door with my elbow, smelling the roses. Wow. This is so cute. I take the small card, hidden between the stems out and read it.

'Hey Bean. I thought you might like these. I miss you. I am at the Broadway Hotel on Main. Please come and see me? I'll wait in the lobby. I love you. Liam.'

Thirty minutes later I get out of the taxi cab, paying the driver. He was a nice black man, with big eyes and a wide friendly smile. He wishes me luck with my date I told him about. He's easy to talk to. He drives off and I walk up the steps to the revolving glass doors of the hotel. Inside is a man dressed in green and black. I tell him I am here to see Liam and he looks me up and down. I spot Liam pacing on the other side of the lobby, hands behind his head. Why does he look nervous? When I point to Liam, the doorman laughs rudely then tells me I am not the first girl to say she is here to see him. What?