Your Friends, They Look Good, But You Look Better.

Chapter Sixty-Three.

Aimee’s P.O.V.

Meghan only left two days ago and we’re all missing her loads. She always made the room feel happier if we were on a bit of a downer. Liam’s been the worst. He checks his phone every two minutes to see if she replied. It’s not like Meghan not to reply to him. I’ve been too busy to contact her much because the boy’s stylist has gone off sick so they wanted me to fill in. I don’t know why but they said something like “you’re into fashion and you design clothes and stuff!” so I wasn’t going to argue with five strong teenage boys – if you understand me. I was in the living room watching TV and drawing a few ideas for the boys. Everyone was either sleeping or in the shower. Liam walked in staring at his phone. I felt so sorry for him. He doesn’t know what to do without Meghan. "Has she still not replied back?" Liam shook his head and threw his phone on the chair. "Don’t worry, she’s probably busy. She might have Tori with her or something."

To be honest, I didn’t know what was wrong with Meghan. I really must call her myself to see what’s wrong. "What are you drawing?" Liam asked, obviously trying to take his mind off her.

"Just a few ideas for you guys."

"Let’s see." He moved over and I showed him. It wasn't anything special, just a few different shirts with jeans and a variety of shoes.

"We’d look good in that look." He pointed to one set and smiled at me slightly but I could see sadness in his eyes.

"Liam, are you ok?" I asked, biting my lip.

"Not really." I knew this was going to be about Meghan so I sneakily called her from my pocket. Even if she didn’t pick up, it would leave a message.

"You can tell me." I said, resting my hand on his arm.

Meghan’s P.O.V.

I was lying watching TV when my phone rang. I lifted it and was about to answer when I heard a voice I’d been longing to hear ever since I’d left the tour bus. "I can’t stop thinking about her Aimee. It kills me inside, but I don’t want to stop thinking about her despite the pain. She means the world to me and I know I get jealous and we have the odd tiff but that’s what I love about her. We could be yelling at each other one minute then saying ‘I love you’ then next. We can just pick things up where we left off and pretend like it never happened because it’s always small things that get in the way. I shouldn’t have let her leave. I just want her here to cuddle with her until we fall asleep together and kiss her until I have no air left in my lungs. I want to be able to tell the world she’s mine and only mine. That she’s Liam Payne’s girl." Tears filled up in my eyes. Guilt filled up in my stomach. I should’ve replied to him or called him or something but there’s a part of me that thought doing that would ruin the whole point of coming home. I stayed silent for a few minutes. I could hear Aimee messing around on the other end of the line. A loud knock on my door made me jump. I got up, still holding my phone with Aimee still on. I opened the door and my eyes popped out of my head.

"M-mum?" There stood my mother, with a small suitcase. I heard Aimee shout down the phone but I ended the call.

"Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to let me in?" She sounded angry so I didn’t bother arguing with her and moved over to let her in.

"Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be somewhere in the world working?" I protested, really not liking the idea of her back in my life.

"Yes, but they’ve gave me time off because I’m worried about you." I sat back down and she stood in front of me.

"There’s nothing wrong with me, why are you worried?" I asked, scared of the answer.

"You’ve been all over the news and in newspapers and magazines."