Broken Pieces (Interracial)

Chapter Sixteen: Happy Birthday

Alia’s POV

I open my eyes, to see Liam and I are still in the taxi. He has also fallen asleep, and is resting his head on top of mine, as my head is on his shoulder. Our hands are intertwined, and are resting on his lap. I quickly pull away, I quietly open the door, and as soon I as go to step out, I feel a tug on my hand, I turn around to see Liam, awake and frowning,

“You were going to leave without saying goodbye?”

I cock my head to the side, “Were you awake the whole time?”

He smiles shyly, “Uh…yeah.”

“So you purposely held my hand, rested it in your lap, and put your hand on top on mine? Um—what was the whole purpose of that?” I say angrily, but calm at the same time.

He shrugs, “I liked the way your hand fit perfectly in mine, like it was you know—made just for me. Wait, oh God I just used the lyrics to Little Things, I am so corny—sorry. It’s fine, you can go…”

He blushes slightly, and faces the front. I sigh, “No, Liam it wasn’t corny, it was—”

He cuts me off, he makes his voice higher, and speaks with an American accent, almost like he’s imitating me, “It wasn’t corny, it was sweet, but we still can’t be together—I know, I know, but damn it Alia I can’t think of anything besides us being together…”

“Liam…” I say, but he just shakes his head no, not wanting to listen to what I have to say. I sigh, and open the taxi door. I gently close the door, but I reach through the window, trying to get a hold of Liam, he just brushed it off.

I sigh, and start to walk home. I hear shuffling behind me, I turn around to see Liam running toward my direction, I smile and walk towards him too. We meet halfway there, he pants as he tries to catch his breath,

“Alia…I can’t just be your friend—”

I understood what he was saying; I don’t see Liam as just my friend or a buddy. He is so much more than that, so maybe I shouldn’t let his one mistake rule over the good things he has done. I draw closer to him,

“Liam I can’t JUST be your friend too—”

He backs away, “Alia loving you is like being on a rollercoaster, one day you love me, one day you hate me, one day you don’t even know how you feel about me. And I can’t keep living like this, damn it Alia, I have feelings too.”

I bite my lower lip, “W—what are you trying to say?”

He sighs, “We shouldn’t see each other at all, and not relationship wise, I mean physically. I think it would be best if you don’t come around here anymore, I understand you and Zayn are close and you are becoming closer to Niall because of Lou, but if you want to hang out with the rest of the lads, I ask if please can invite them over your place, I can’t bare seeing you and know that I can’t ever be with you. I’m sorry Alia…”

My jaw slightly drops, “Liam, don’t do this please. I need you, who’s going calm me down from panic attacks, who’s going to tell me to stand up for myself against bullies, who’s going to tell me to believe in myself, and who—who’s going to love me like you do?”