Gotta be you... because nobody compares

Keeping secrets and telling secrets.

---Adelaide's POV---

I woke up the next morning. Alone. Why did this not surprise me? He was famous. I was struggling to book a job. He had Danielle. She was beautiful. Perfect. However, he said I was his.

you're mine, the memory of his voice growling in my ear. I let out a loud sigh. I'll eventually have to face him. We were practically neighbors.

I got out of bed and slipped on my oversized shirt. Flashbacks of last night ran through my mind. I brushed my fingers over my lips. They were still sore from the rough kisses he was giving me. Walking into my kitchen, I began making tea. When done, I poured myself a cup and turned to the stool at the bar that alligned the kitchen. My eyes came upon a paper faced up labeled ADDY.  Stepping towards it, I hesitated, but quickly grabbed it, turning it over. It was a note, from Liam.

Addy, last night was amazing. I watched you sleep for most of the time. Hope that doesn't sound wierd. anyways, about last night. We need to talk. I will be at an interview for most of the morning until about 12. Please do not tell anybody. If management finds out, let alone Danielle. There won't be any good out of that. Please. I don't want to let you go, but we need to approach this a certain way. You can be my little secret for now. My number is (telephone number here). text me and we can meet up later.

I was reading the letter, both in shock and in awe. He didn't want me to let it slip about what happened lastnight. Meaning he wasn't going to tell anybody about his... regret? He regreted it, I knew it. But he said he didn't want to let me go. I didn't understand. My head began to spin as I read his signature on the note.

You're mine- Liam xx

I was his. His little secret. Did I want to be a secret? I wasn't sure. The room began to feel stuffy, as my flashbacks returned. I had to get out.

I got dressed into some black skinny jeans, a mint button down, and my black boots that went up mid calve. I quickly combed through my hair with a brush before I applied some light make up. Walking out the door I grabbed my purse, phone, and Ipod. I locked my door and turned to walk away. But I accidently bumped into someone.

"Oh sorry," I apoligized, looking up I saw that it was Harry. "Goodmorning sleepy, didn't you have an interview?"

"Morning love, yeah but I couldn't wake up. The alcohol from yesterday must have been that strong," he laughed. "The lads said they'd cover for me."

"Oh that was nice of them, hey I'm about to go check my mail, then go for breakfast. Pancakes. Care to join? my treat?" I smiled. His dimple showed as his smile reached ear to ear. He must really like pancakes.

"Sure love"

"That word," I shook my head but giggled. That word is too strong to just let out it so often.

"Sorry, suuure Addy" he said sarcastically.

We took the elevator down. His cologne. It smelled so good. The scent enveloped the whole elevator. I closed my eyes as I breathed it in. I must have been obvious because he giggled. Blushing, I looked down to my boots. Damn.

I approached the front desk, Grace was looking at me with a huge grin. My letter, it was here! I ran up to her, almost knocking down a few people. "sorry" I yelled back.

"Here you go miss Addy" she handed me the white envelope. It was only a piece of paper but it felt like I was holding a ton of bricks. I heard a phone ring, Grace picked it up as she whispered good luck to me. I walked back to Harry, who was still confused on why I basically sprinted away from him.

"My letter is here!" I sang to him. He laughed. Opening the letter seemed like a lifetime, before I pulled out the letter.

Adelaide Thomson,