The Sandbox Locket

Part 3

The Sandbox Locket part 3:

(Luna's POV)

There is a lot that I need to explain to Liam. I know I used to be a bitch, but I've changed. And from what I can tell, he has too.

I straighten my hair so it looks nice, and I only put on a bit of makeup as to not appear too dressy. Then I put on my favorite bro tank and tie dyed shorts (which I borrowed from my roommate at UNI) and head outside to the treehouse.

At 7:05, Liam shows up. "Hey sorry I'm late.. I had to help my mum move some boxes."

"Erm, hey Liam. Come on up!" I give him a winning smile so he doesn't think I'm being mean.

He climbs on up and jumps right to the point. "So what did you want to tell me? How can you possibly explain your complete and utter refusal to acknowledge me when I had no friends.. I honestly thought that you, of all people, could turn around and be nice. But--"

"Liam, it's not what you think--"

"Oh, it isn't, huh? Care to explain?"

"Yes." I sigh. "Well, erm, I suppose it was peer pressure. I didn't want to be that girl who didn't have any friends, and that paranoia took over my life. And, well.."

"And you didn't want to be that one girl who was friends with Liam Payne? Because he was that friendless boy who no one liked?"

"Liam, it wasn't like that--"

"Ok, you know what? This was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here."

"No! Wait!" I look searchingly into his eyes, which are staring cooly back at me. "Liam, I have always loved you. And I still do."

I lean forward and kiss him gingerly, afraid that he will pull away. But he doesn't. Instead, he deepens the kiss, and cups my head with one hand, pushing me down onto the treehouse floor with the other. I end up straddled beneath him, and then he breaks the kiss. "Lu, I have to ask you something. Do you still have the locket?"

(Liam's POV)

She nods wordlessly, cheeks flushed lips swollen. She goes to a box in the corner of the treehouse and opens it. Inside are a bunch of old photos of us, and the locket that I gave her. I pull mine out of my pocket and put it on.

When she puts hers on, I realize that I have misunderstood her for the past 15 years. Smiling, I knock her back over and start to kiss her everywhere. She pulls my shirt off, stroking my abs, but just as I am about to pull hers off, we hear her mom. "Hey Luna, Liam? Is everything alright up there? Karen and I are hearing an awful lot of banging." Luna and I start giggling as I hurriedly put my shirt back on and she calls out, "yes mum!"

Luna and I kiss one last time, then we head back down the ladder into the Quimby house, content that we are friends-and sweethearts-once more.