Don't Ask // l.payne

The End of this Mess *Last*

{Prepare!!!}

{Start song. You might need to repeat it a few times}

New Years night. Yep, the day before we go home. Back to London and our old lives.

This......is my last chance.

It was eleven thirty, I sat in bed tugging on my sleeves, waiting for my mind and heart to connect.

This isn't working!

I couldn't cry in front of him, never.

Tears fell from my eyes, I quickly swiped them away. I sighed, my breathes uneven.

I watched out the window, staring at the beach and waiting for it to empty.

My heart was ripped apart when I heard his silent, or so he thought, sobs from his room. I begged for things to go well. I dressed in a jumper, denim shorts and flip flops before running from my room and into his.

Without a single word, I sat on the edge of his bed, wiping the tears from his eyes.

He woke up, pain in his eyes, his bloodshot eyes. I grabbed his hand, thankful he was dressed, and pulled him to our destination.

He never fought back, he obeyed, as if knowing what was happening.

Jazzmyn, this is it. Now or never. Last chance. Final hour. New Years resolution: fix what has torn your life apart. Don't back down, this isn't the end. Please don't give up. I know you can do it. Please, Covergirl, do it for me.

That name. Isn't it weird? Logan. Logan Trand was in my thoughts.

I will. Logan, I will. I love you. I love him. Please don't let him say no.

I promise you, princess. He won't.

Happy tears.

Time for my own pep-talk.

You have so little time, and you know what you want. This is the time, your last chance. Listen to your heart and ignore your head. Liam won't hurt you, I promise. He will be the prince charming you promised yourself to find. I promise you. He needs you. You need him. Please don't give up. I'm begging you. It's not too late. You know you can do it. Please listen to me.

I know I can. I know I will.

We got to the beach and sat down. Still fifteen minutes before midnight.

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"I-I-I'm Liam." the boy with a shaved head stuttered, I gave him a confused look which he returned with a terrible "seductive" smirk.

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"Yep I AM! Any regrets gentlemen?" I asked, my eyes open wide and a grin on my face. "Nope!" Liam yelled, jumped from the back of the other couch and bounced between me and Cam on the velvet couch and draped his arm over my shoulder.

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"LLLIIIIAAAAMMMM" I screamed into the empty hall. I walked to my large bed and waited. He ran in, low ride jeans and no shirt. I stifled a laugh at his frantic look,  he saw that I was fine and smirked, "YYYEEEEESSSSS?" he shrieked like a girl.

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"Liam!" I noticed him and ran over. He pulled his head from his odd friends and smiled. "Hey Jazzy!" he wrapped one arm around my waist.

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Klohes head rest on Liam Chest, Liams laying on his side with his hand on my waist and my arm on his. I smiled with contentment, who knew the popstar with a problem would make me smile so much.

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Liam yelled his name in anger, he loved Jazzmyn and hated Harry for laying a hand on her. "Jazzy, Jazzy, are you okay? Jazzy, you need to stay awake, don't fall asleep." But he could tell she was gone.

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Liam held my waist and we laid in the position just the way we did when Klohe went to my house. "Merry Christmas." he whispered before he fell asleep. I smiled and held his hand, "Merry Christmas, stud."

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"She needs help." Liam yelled, handing a scared Klohe to another woman. He ran to me, setting a hand on my forehead, "Jazzy, what's wrong?"

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Liam at the wheel, we went a little too fast for comfort. I slapped his arm and told him to slow down, but he refused. He continued to laugh, I just gripped the bottom of the small seat. We finally came to a screeching halt and, I being still frozen, Liam unbuckled both of us and carried me out. When I could finally stand up, I slapped the back of his head. "Ow!" he yelped, rubbing the spot of contact.

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Liam rubbed my shoulders as I sat on his lap, "You'll be fine." I rolled my head back, my eyes closed, "I know. Just a lot to think about." He held me back into his chest, his arms stationed around my shoulders.

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I'll be fine.

"Glad to see you didn't lose your voice." I smiled, barely, but I did.

He smiled even bigger, "Yeah."

I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed, closing my eyes.

Three minutes before midnight.

Come on, Jazzmyn.

"Heres to a great year, eh?" he whispered.

I looked up at him, "Oh, it'll be great for me."

He chuckled, "Why is that?"

"Because of you." I whispered.

"Because of me what?"

I exhaled deeply, "Because......Because you'll have a new girlfriend. And she loves you."

Midnight.

I will never forget how sweet that kiss felt against my lips.

{A/N} Well, tada! They're together! Our precious Liam with his angel Jazzmyn. I thought I could share with you how Jazzmyn became herself, huh?

It was after writing "Forever and Always" just a few days later. I grabbed a notebook and began jotting down another one-shot. I believe it was supposed to be about a snowball fight with the boys, cool right? And that's how I started Don't ask.

I can't thank y'all enough! I could say, oh thank you @so-and-so for being my insparation for this. But I can't. I wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for you guys, and you should take pride in that, no matter how small your part was.

That song, in the EL, is for YOU. You're the reason why.

This was the most gut-wrenching, tear shedding, heart breaking, experience of my entire life. Because Jazzmyn became part of my life. Really, I became Jazzmyn. When I wrote, I was her, I forgot about myself and became someone else, and that's what I took pride in.

I think it was cool to see your reaction throughout her past three months. And mine! My writing stunk a few months ago, can I get an amen? But I matured with this book, and that is the ONLY reason it's here.

You people should be proud, for even you sculpted this girl.

Signing off, for the last time as the writer of Don't ask, your wonderful,

-Emily