What Could've Been {Niam - TBD}

Prologue

My new bromance story with a bit of a twist! I hope you all like the prologue, and if you think Liam is a dickhead here, oh well. This is going to be a fun story for you then!

Sammie xx

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Prologue - Liam

 

Something has been up with Danielle, and I've been itching to talk to her about what seems to be eating her up, but she's been too busy lately. And okay, maybe we've had a few fights, but every couple does. It's perfectly healthy for a relationship to have some rocky bumps along the road, but I just wonder how many more times you can drive on a rock until your tire pops. 

I glance at the clock of Danielle and I's apartment, and I can't help but feel slightly annoyed. Okay, maybe very annoyed. 

She's not just three hours late for our date today, but she's three hours late on the day before she leaves to go dance on tour for LMFAO and their concert. I won't see her for a good five months since One Direction's concert starts up in the middle of LMFAO's North American tour.  

I stare down at the plate of spaghetti and meatballs I made for us; Dani always went on about how she loved classic Italian dinners, and whenever she ate them she felt as if she was starring in her own Disney movie.  

Well, if she was starring in any Disney movie I'm certainly not an important prince co-starring in it with her. No, I'm the moronic boyfriend that listens to his girlfriend even when he has a feeling she's lying.  

I chuckled humorlessly to myself. "Maybe her pumpkin carriage's tire deflated."  

A loud crack comes from the front door, making it sound so I know that someone is finally home.  

Danielle strides in with a bright smile on her face. "Sorry I'm late." She's not sorry. Her smile is too big for her to be sincere. "I was held up at work."  

I snort. "What? A girl ripped her tutu and you all had to sew it back together for three hours?"  

Danielle narrowed her eyes letting a deep crinkle between her eyebrows become shown. I always hated that damn crinkle. "What does that mean, Liam?"  

"Oh nothing, my darling. Just stating the obvious: You care more about hanging out with your dance friends than a date with me."  

"You know that's not true," she says her voice feigning care, but her eyes showing that she rather just choke me instead. "I just had to do a few things at work."  

"Yeah?" I question her as my own eyes narrow. I stand up from my chair to glare down at Danielle.  

"No, Liam, I'm lying right to your face."  

I roll my eyes, and huff at her idiocy. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were," I snapped back.  

"What are you on about, Liam?" she asked me, walking up a step so there's only a few feet separating us. 

"You know exactly what I'm on about, Danielle. You're never home anymore! You go out and party all the time with your damn friends, not giving two shits about hurting me or forgetting our dates. Like tonight! I know you forgot so don't even bullshit me."  

"Liam, I-"  

"And an other thing," I yelled while cutting her off. "You always call me Liam now. I never thought I could hate my own name so much. 'Liam please clean the dishes', 'I have to work late, Liam', 'Liam this' and 'Liam that' it's fucking bullshit, Danielle! Why can't we just go back to damn cute names? Do you remember those times or is your age getting to you early, ya cougar?"  

Danielle just stood there, breathing heavily as if she had to refrain herself from killing me. I smirk triumphantly at her. I won this time, and god damn it feels good to make her shut up and not be able to talk for once.  

"You wan' to go back to pet names, Liam? Fine I have a name for you," she said walking closer to me. She came straight up to my face, my eyes looking down at her brown ones that I used to love staring into but now? I just want to look away and never glance at them, again. "Does ex-boyfriend sound good for you, Liam?"  

I felt a smirk rise onto my face, but quickly disappeared when her words sunk in. Before I can even think of a response she grabs her dance bag and car keys, walking back out the door.  

  

She's joking, she wouldn't break up with me. I mean, we've been dating for three years now. Yeah sure, we argue more than we did when we first got together but that's just normal.  

I sprint out of the dining room to the front door, running down the driveway to Danielle's retreating car. "Wait, Dani! Where you going?"  

  

She must of heard me because she lowers her window, leaning out slightly to talk back to me. "I'll come early tomorrow for my suitcase I packed for the tour. After the tour, I'll email you when I go over to get the rest of my thin-"  

I chuckle at first but it soon turns into a loud laugh. "This... is a joke.. Right?" I ask between laughs. "You aren't really breaking up with me? I'm Liam Payne for fucks sake!"  

She rolled her eyes before shifting the gear in her car. "Believe it." Next thing I know she's off onto the main road, turning from our flat's street- Well, my flat's street now, I guess.  

I still can't believe it. Danielle, the girl I've been in love with for years, the one who I thought I was going to marry one day and have kids with ended it all in one second.  

"Well you know what? Fuck you Danielle! I don't need you!" I yelled at the end of the road where her car had driven off to.  

I don't need her, I'm a world famous pop star! I can get any woman I want for free and they sure as hell wouldn't break up with me! Well whatever, she was becoming a bitch anyways. She's not important at all.  

"I don't need her, I don't need anybody," I muttered walking back into my flat.  

Everyone is a fucking idiot anyway. What do I need them for? They'll just throw you to the side of the curb for something that's not even your fault. People are fucking retarded, a good bottle of scotch is all I need to be happy.  

And I'll be damn sure to remind myself that everyday from now on.