You Don't Love Me || Ziam (TEMPORARY HOLD)

43. Night Changes

Liam 

"Liam, I'm sorry. I thought I could handle it, but I can't," Jordan said.

"I can fix it okay? Just don't leave please. I'll, I'll, I don't know. I'll call them? Tweet them? I'll make them stop," I pleaded.

"You can't Liam, and it's okay. It's not your fault. I should have known this was going happen when I started seeing a celebrity. I didn't think things through, but they're everywhere. They're outside my home waiting for me to come out. They follow me when to go to uni or the gm or even hang out with my friends. They even come to my football games. They won't leave me along anywhere, and now the social media knows who I am and it's weird. Well at least for me. I'm really sorry Liam, but I can't," he pursed his lips in an apologetic look.

"I can do something about it. I promise you. I'll do something okay?"

"It was alright before, but ever since last month where those pictures of us at Starbucks and us dancing in that club started spreading around through the web, it's just increased from there. It's not what I expected or even foresaw and I thought I could deal with it, but it's been a month with them following me and hanging behind my back and it's too much for me Liam. It's not and never was what I wanted. I'm really sorry Liam. I really do like you, but I can't do this."

"No. No, Jordan please. Relationships are about compromise right?"

"And what have you compromised for me Liam?" He said calmly.

I sighed, "You're right."

"I'm sorry Liam," he came closer to me and rubbed my arm a little.

I shrugged him off, "It's whatever."

"Liam..." he mumbled.

"I have to go. It's fine," I said to the ground and with that I left his place.

I practically sped to my flat and ran up to my room, grabbing a suit case from my closet and started shoving clothes after clothes until it was full. I went to the bathroom and got all my hygienic products, shoving those in with my clothes as well.

"You going somewhere?" Louis asked as he come through the door, sitting on my bed.

"Yeah. To me mum's," I mumbled as I zipped the bag up.

"You okay Li?" he asked.

"Not really," I shrugged, taking the bag off my bed and putting it by the door side.

"What's up?" he patted the spot next to him.

I smiled a little and sat down, sighing once again, "Jordan and I broke up."

"What? Why?" he was shocked.

I shrugged, "Something about too much paparazzi following him everywhere and not enough privacy, which were things he never expected in this relationship but should have realized since he was dating a famous person."

"Oh. I'm sorry Liam," he soothed me as he rubbed my back giving me a bit of comfort.

"It's fine. It's whatever. Maybe, I'm just not meant to be in a relationship, and you know what? I give up anyways. I'm just done," I sighed.

"Liam, that's not true. You'll-"

"Save it Lou. I don't want or need your pep talk. Anyways, I'm off to me mum's. Just gonna chill out there for bit. Don't know how long, but yeah, until I feel like it," I said getting up and getting my coat.

"Have fun at your mum's. Tell her I say hi. And hopefully you come back soon enough," he got up and gave me a hug.

I smiled, closing my eyes and hugging him back as tight as I can, "I love you Lou."