Chapter Eleven: Storm

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Filler is so fucking annoying right…? Moving On…

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*Liam's POV*

     As I walked into my house I was greeted by my sister Nicola.

     "Hey Li-Li!" she says giving me a hug.

     "What do you want now?" I groan.

     "Just wanted a hug."

     "What is it. Bad news?"

     "Maybe…" She said trailing off.

     "What is it?" I ask quickly. She sighed.

     "I'm sorry Liam."

     "What are you sorry for? What? What is it?" I ask getting more worried.

     "Danielle called…" She said looking up at me with a sympathetic look.

     "What did she need?" I ask.

     "She wants… She wants me to tell you something but it may break your heart a bit." She said looking down to her feet. I swallowed a lump. This was the same thing that had happened a while ago. 

      "She wants to… Break up?" I say already knowing what it was.

     "Liam, she keeps getting eve more hate after you've gotten back together. People keep telling her she still doesn't deserve you. She can't handle it. I'm sorry Li…" I sighed and walked past my my sister. "Li? You alright?"

     "Yeah. I can't let her hurt that much. I love her too much." I say. And I was being honest. I cared for Danielle and after dating for over two years subtracting out little split up. She deserved the best. And the hate from the fans wasn't the best. 

     As I was walking up the stairs I heard a ding from my phone. I took it out ad I had received a text fro Makayla.

'Hey Li! Want to come to dinner tonight? Be at my house round fiveish! See you then ;)'

Oh. A wink. That's awkward. But I like hanging out with Makayla so I'll go and maybe my mind will be taken off of things. 

'K! C u then… Haha ;)' 

I type hitting the send button and shoving my phone back in my pocket.

     I guess I should change since I'm a bit damp from standing it the rain earlier. I walked into my room and picked some casual clothes out throwing my rain damp ones on the ground. When I finished changing I picked up my old clothes and went down to the laundry room finding my mum.

     "Hey sweetie!" My mum says.

     "Hi Mummy!" I say cheerfully kissing her on the cheek.

     "I think you are the only nineteen year old boy that says 'Mummy' to their Mum." She says looking at me with adoration as I shrugged. I think she's always liked me to call her 'Mummy'. I'm not sure why I still did that. It just felt right to do that. 'Mum' is too bland for me. 

     "I don't like saying 'Mum'. It just doesn't fit for me." I said placing my laundry in the basket next to the washer. 

     "Did you get to the store?"

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