Never Let Me Go (Liam Payne)

Chapter 14 ~ Little Bird

A/N: My opinion about this story is that is slacking... a lot. There's no build up, there's no romance and I can't write. I'm having a writer's block at the moment and I really do apologize for the lame chapters. I feel ashamed of my story and I really want it to be better, like Bel Watson's. (God, how I love her books!). I'm never going to be a good writer and I really deeply apologize for my huge writer's block. It sucks and I couldn't be more ashamed of myself. I want to cry and run away. *grabs boxes of tissues and uses half the box*

On a more positive note: ELEANOR CALDER FOLLOWS ME! And yes, it is her real account! AHHH! I'm so happy words can't even describe! hehe! ...

Now for the chapter, enjoy!xx

Chapter 14 ~ Little Bird

Belle Edwards had called me: one hundred times and I had hit that red button a lot. I hit it so much that my fingers were aching and I knew that, I had to hide my phone so that I could ignore her properly. I didn't want to talk to Belle and this was her punnishment - as I had promised a few days ago-. On the contrary! My fingers were bulging. They were bulging because everytime I hit that red button, my fingers were going redder and redder. It felt like I was going to explode like Aunt Marge  in the third film of Harry Potter. I certainly did not want to end up like her; flying away and getting punchered by Magical people; who defend themselves with wands. Maybe I really was hitting the button a lot and I'm kind of surprised that my Ipod screen hasn't cracked.

Nevertheless; Phoebe and Alex had listened to my ring tone, a lot and to be honest. I never got enough of it. Sometimes, I made them listen, to it longer because I just loved to hear the sweet, angelic, voice of Paloma. Her voice was beautiful and I could get lost, in her music, so easily. I felt like I really connected with her lyrics because they all meant something to me. When I listen to peace, I listen to an angel and that angel was her. I admired her because she grabbed her dream; with both hands and she never let go until she got it.

"Nice ring tone," I remember Phoebe saying, as Belle had rang for the: tenth time. My phone was on the empty seat -next to me-, and I didn't bother to pick it up. Nor answer the call. I hated pressing that red button.

"You gonna answer that?" Alex asks me, and I shook my head, getting up to follow Phoebe to the kitchen.

Belle was getting on my nerves, now and, she knew that I liked to be alone when things were happening. It's funny because I know that Belle is an insecure person. She gets worried when people -she cares about-, aren't near; she worries because she knows that something might happen to them and that is why she's a little bird. So weak and un-able to fly. It's almost as if her voice is broke and no-one can hear her. 

She's a little bird.

"You're a little bird" I muttered, hoping that some where; Belle could hear me.

"What?" Phoebe asks me, as I help her with the teas.

"Nothing," I said, and I resume pouring the hot water in the cup. I liked to keep things to myself.

However; an hour had past since Phoebe and Alex, both had laughing fits. The girls kept on offering to take me back home; but I thought I had made it clear that I didn't want to leave. I didn't trust Liam to look after Faith; after what happened, to her. And, having the scene playing- at the back of my mind-, scared me and I couldn't let that happen again. Not again. 

So - when Phoebe and I brought the teas in, and sat down, the blonde looked at her watch and set the teas on the table. Alex had her eyes fixed on the television, whilst having her phone in her hands. Weird one, that one.