Liam pulled my hand through the gate, bringing me along the outline, concealing ourselves from the visibility of the house. There were lights on in the home. I assumed he was embarrassed to be seen with a complete loser in his front yard. I frowned at that, but it wasn't like I was looking for a relationship with the guy so I let it go and kept following him. He finally led me to the secret garden I used to play in as a kid. I gasped as he pulled me through the underbrush.
It was more beautiful than ever. I remembered how I admired it for still shining in the winter. Icicles hung like crystals from the pretty trees. The flowers weren't in bloom but if you lay on your back in the cold grass, you could watch the stars in the sky.
"It's more beautiful than I remember it." I fell back onto the grass, feeling the ice cold pain up against my back. It felt good. It was like a piece of my mother back with me. I noticed Liam staring at me. Whether he was admiring me or disgusted by me, I couldn't tell but right now in the moment, I didn't care.
"So, I hate to ask but I don't think you were crying at my house because of your breakup. Got another reason?" He said quietly as he sat down beside me on the grass, his hand just inches away from mine.
"My mom died a few years back. From cancer, actually and...," I paused, closing my eyes shut, to push back the tears. "My aunt thinks I'm suicidal." I finished. Talking didn't help. Talking didn't help. If I told him my secrets, he would just release them among society, exposing me. I'd never trusted in anyone before and I definitely wasn't brave enough to do it now. That was all he needed to know and even that might have been too much.
"Well, are you?" He inquired. I pulled my hood down and brushed my straight brown hair, back behind my ear. I hoped he wouldn't notice my abnormally large ears and ugly blue eyes. I tried to cover up my ear with my sleeve.
"No." I whispered. "I'm not saying I love myself. I'm just saying that I would never...," I stopped talking before I exploded into sobs. I was way too emotional. He put his hand on my back, rubbing it soothingly. God, this was embarrassing. He probably saw me as some charity case.
"I just realized I never got your name." He said in shock. I laughed at how stupid I was and got up.
"Oh, wow. I can't believe myself, telling my secrets to a stranger. I'm leaving." I laughed again and started to head in the direction of the gate.
"Wait, why?" He called back, running towards me. I turned around, abruptly to see him standing in front of me.
"Because I just told the most I've told anyone in my entire lifetime. I haven't even told my best friend that I hate myself let alone that my aunt thinks I'm 'suicidal'! I NEVER talk about my feelings and this is why! It's a waste of time!" I yelled, walking away.
"Just tell me your name, and then I'll stop bothering you." He followed me and pulled my shoulder for me to turn around.
"It's Brooklyn, OK? But why do you even...," He cut me off, pressing his finger to my lips and kissing me lightly. I kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck as he did the same around my waist. I didn't even know this guy and he already made me feel butterflies. I knew I was emotionally unstable and I remembered my vow but standing there, kissing him in the moment just felt so...right.
"Ey, Liam? Get inside, what're you doing out here?" A boy with blonde hair opened the door to call for Liam. I let go, embarrassed, hoping he hadn't seen us. Liam looked at me, unsure.
"Go," I nodded. I started to walk away but AGAIN, he pulled me back.
"Wait," He pulled out a piece of ripped notebook paper. He pulled out a pen and scribbled some things down.
"Phone number." He gestured for me to take it.
"But I already have your...," He interrupted.
"I know, but I thought this one would be more real." I smiled.
"Thank you." He nodded and started to walk towards the door while I went in the other direction. Was this what my mom was talking about? Was this what it felt like to be so in love? Was that one of the romantic gestures she was speaking of? I didn't know but all I knew was that being with Liam brought back memories of my mother and while I missed her, I loved relishing in her love and Liam's.
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Unfold Me (Liam Payne Love Story)
FanfictionBrooklyn Glyder has lived a life of rejection. When she was two years old, her father left. When she was ten years old, her sister left for college. When she was fifteen years old, her mother died. After all these rejections, Alyssa feels more lonel...