Aimee’s P.O.V.
"So Louis was hanging out of the window trying to speak to the girls and Zayn was ho-" Harry was cut off.
"Aimee!" We stopped in the corridor, just about to walk into our hotel room. I looked around to find Liam running up to me. I looked at Harry with a ‘give me two minutes’ look. He nodded and went to find the rest of the boys.
"I’ve told you all there is to know about Meghan. If you want to know anything else, just ask her yourself." I sighed.
"No, it’s not that. I need you to do me a favour. I know your here for your special anniversary and stuff but it’s kind of important – well for me anyway." I sighed. I was supposed to be alone with Harry right now.
"What is it?"
"I need you to help me get back with Meghan." I was not liking where this was going.
"I don’t think I’m going to be able to help Liam. As much as I would love too, I can’t control Meghan’s feelings or thoughts." I said honestly.
"I don’t care. I just want my baby back. I can’t take it anymore." I decided to take him up on his offer, right here and now. I watched Liam intently and he was off in a daydream about Meghan. Usually I would’ve found this awkward but I took it as my signal to call her in my pocket. It worked that time on the tour bus so I don’t see why it can’t work again. "Each day we’re away from home makes me miss her more. I need her back in my life. I saw a picture of her on Twitter earlier, and she’s changed so much. She was pissed out of her head and she’s moved on. I don’t know the guy she’s with but I don’t like him. He looks like he’s up to no good. He shouldn’t be with Meghan. I know I called her a slut earlier, but I still love her and can’t get her out of my head. What am I going to do?" I looked at my phone. Meghan was still on the other end of the line. I looked down the corridor to see Harry waiting for me. I looked at Liam and handed him my phone.
"Talk to her." I said simply.
"What?" He asked confused.
"She just heard everything. Just talk to her. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an unfinished date with a certain curly haired boy." I smiled as Harry joined us. Liam’s face went into shock. "I’ll get my phone off you tomorrow. Night." He mouthed a ‘thank you’ and walked off. I smiled at him as Harry pulled me into our room and locked the door before planting his lips on mine.
Meghan’s P.O.V.
Ryan walked me home. I know I probably should’ve invited him in to stay or whatever, but I’m still freaked out about seeing Liam when I looked at him. It’d be awkward if he stayed anyway since he hasn’t stayed before just like I haven’t stayed at his either. It’s kind of weird, as I was never sleeping alone when I was with Liam.
Liam...
My phone started rining. I answered it and the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard was on the other line. "Each day we’re away from home makes me miss her more. I need her back in my life. I saw a picture of her on Twitter earlier, and she’s changed so much. She was pissed out of her head and she’s moved on. I don’t know the guy she’s with but I don’t like him. He looks like he’s up to no good. He shouldn’t be with Meghan. I know I called her a slut earlier, but I still love her and can’t get her out of my head. What am I going to do?" It went silent. I didn’t know what to do. I sat speechless. Liam loves me. I then heard Aimee’s voice.
"Talk to her." I heard her say.
"What?" Liam asked, clearly onfused.
"She just heard everything. Just talk to her. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an unfinished date with a certain curly haired boy." There was a lot of muffled noise before I heard Liam’s voice again.
"M-Meghan?" He asked nervously.
"Hi..." I made myself comfortable as I knew this could go on for a while.
"How are you?" He asked, more confidently now.
"Ok, I guess. Bit of a sore head but you obviously know that since I’m plastered all over the internet." I heard him sigh on the other end of the phone. We were silent. "So you think I’m a slut?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"I may have mentioned it to Aimee but I was just angry so I didn’t mean it..." My mood dropped as I heard his answer.
"It’s still hurtful."
"It’s not just me who thinks it. The girls on Twitter think it too." Liam defended.
"Thanks a lot. I’m going to bed." I huffed. I went to hang up when he shouted down the phone, making me pull it away from my ear.
"WAIT! I’m sorry Meghan. Like I said, I was angry."
"Yeah well saying things like that is cruel. And it’s nice to know you hate Ryan, if you really cared you’d be happy with whoever I was with."
"You didn’t like me with Danielle." He mumbled, almost childishly.
"Because she was a complete twat to me. She was always looking for ways to annoy me. Ryan has done f*ck all to you. I’m sick of being the one to blame for everything. Good night." I hung up on him before he could answer. He took it way too far. I changed into my pyjamas and crawled into bed, still in a bad mood. I checked my phone before I went to sleep. I had a text from Ryan.
Ryan!: Hey babe, just seen the stuff on Twitter... don’t worry about it, they need to get themselves lives rather than ruin yours. See you tomorrow, love you(: xxx
Megs: Thank you(: night, love you too :B xx
I smiled to myself as I set my alarm for the next morning. There’s going to be a major hangover for work. Great.
Aimee’s P.O.V.
Harry rolled off me and lay beside me. I giggled and stared straight into his sparkling green eyes. I saw nothing but love and affection. He stared back into mine. It was as though he was staring straight into my soul. "That was amazing." He spoke in a whisper, with his lips brushing against mine. I didn’t have anything to say. Harry Edward Styles has left me speechless.
~Next day~
"Aimee, duck!" Louis yelled.
"What?!" I asked confuded. The next thing I know, I’m face down in the sand. I looked around to find Harry lying beside me and a football flying over our heads. I don’t like beach football. Harry got up and held his hand out for me to take. I stood up and brushed off all the sand of my bikini and my skin. I then glared evilly at the four boys standing laughing. "Alright, which one of you was it?" Niall looked at Zayn who looked at Louis who looked at Liam who looked back to Niall.
"It’s ok. I’ll find out who it was and make you pay." I grinned evilly.
"You better own up... she’s very evil when she wants to be!" Harry laughed. I smirked and all four of them shit themselves and sprinted for the sea. Harry spun me around to face him. "You’re crap at football."
"Thanks, way to put me down." I tried to act sad but a smile overtook it. Harry took my hand and dragged me towards the abandoned football.
"I’m going to teach you how to play."
"Now? Can’t we do it later when I have something more comfortable on?" I complained. Harry sighed.
"Fine. But that’s not just an excuse now, I’m going to make you learn." I smiled and nodded as we walked down towards the sea, hand in hand.
~
Harry had sent me up to our room to get changed. He was going to teach my how to play football now that it wasn’t as hot and it was starting to get dark. The boys were all out in the little courtyard part of the hotel, waiting for me. I heard the boys outside. I walked onto the balcony to find them in the courtyard. Harry noticed me and started to walk closer to shout up to me. "Come on babe, we’re all waiting for you!"
"Do I have to?!" I called back.
"Yes, you promised!" I could see him smirking.
"I’ll be down in a few minutes!" I smiled. Harry blew me a kiss and I pretended to catch it. I closed the balcony door and walked out of the room. What have I got myself in to?
