I Knew I Had to get you, Whatever the Payne (A Liam Payne Love Story)

Chapter 23

So sorry it's taken me forever to update, but I promise updates will be frequent now! 

xx

Amy 

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Chapter 23: 

Amy's POV: 

It had been a whole week since Aruba. A whole week since Liam and I had gotten into our fight. A whole week since I sprinted down the beach, not even thinking twice about the boy I was leaving behind.

A single tear slid down my cheek as I sat in my dorm. We had just gotten back this morning, and Liam and I still hadn't managed to make up yet. We had gotten in fights before, but they were never as bad as this one. 

What did he need to tell me that was so bad? What could be worse than the conflict that wedged itself between us? I finally admitted it to myself- I was madly in love with Liam. I didn't want anyone else, I didn't need anyone else. But now I guess I would have to settle for someone besides him, as things between us will probably never be the same. 

Things will never be the same. That thought haunted me, filled me with anxiety and doubt. What if he hated me? What if Liam had only pretended to be my friend, only pretended to care about me? He seemed so sweet, so real. But I guess you really can never know anyone. 

My mind kept on flashing back to that night on the beach, the night that ruined the rest of my vacation. Sure, I went out and had fun with my friends after that. I still engaged in the fun activities we had pre-planned. But there always was that awkward and hostile tension between Liam and I. The last words I told him seemed to hang in the air. That I didn't need Liam- that I didn't want him. 

Those words were total lies. I do need Liam, I need him more than the air I breathe or the food I eat. I need him more than anything. But if he gave up on me so fast, what's the point? What's the point of me longing to be with him if he can't even stand me? 

Tears were now falling freely from my eyes. Things only got worse as I thought more about this subject. I feel so small in such a big world, I feel so useless. The pain with dealing with a heart brake is way too much for me to handle. 

I took a giant sigh, images and flashbacks from that night running like a broken record through my mind. That night was insane, completely crazy. However, one specific event stood out to me the most. 

(Flashback Beginning) 

I continued sprinting down the beach, not daring to turn around, not daring to stop. I ignored the many scrapes on the bottom of my feet from broken shells. I couldn't see completely right, as my vision was blurred with tears. 

After an eternity of running, I finally ran out of breath, and collapsed on the ground. My stomach rose and fell heavily as I tried to even out my breathing. The tips of my toes touching the waters edge every few seconds, as the tide was going in. 

My heart was beating erratically in my chest, blood pounding in my ears. To someone in the outside world, I could have looked dead. I was so still, accepting of the sand being blown in my hair and face. 

I felt dead inside. I had just lost the only thing that had ever really mattered to me, and there might not be a way to ever get him back. 

I laid there for what seemed like ages, listening to waves rising and falling. I couldn't move. I was too emotionally and physically exhausted. My throat was parched, and my eyes burned from crying. My heart was barely beating. It was true- Liam had hurt my heart. He had twisted and tortured it, until it finally gave up. There might not be a cure for this, this might be it.