Remember Me (Currently On Hold)

Chapter Four: Feeling Guilty

Chapter Four: Feeling Guilty 

After I woke up I took a long hot shower, trying to rid the stench the hospital so kindly left on me. I was surprised Liam had kept the bathroom fairly clean; most men I know don't keep anything clean.

            I was in my bra and panties, deciding on what I should wear for the day. I'm not so sure what my style is anymore but from the looks of all the tops that were cut low, short shorts, and shirts that look like they would show my stomach, I was definitely dressed as a whore. And that’s not going to be happening anymore.

            I pushed aside all the tramp-like clothing and threw on something a little more relaxed and comfortable but cute nonetheless. Why are all the cute clothes hiding in the very back of the closet? Did I have any self respect for my body or was that just the fashion nowadays?

            Wanting to stretch what little time I had to myself, I began fixing up the room and making the bed. Oh and reorganizing my wardrobe. 

            When all that was done I made my way to the living room. I was thankful Liam and I only had a one-story house, I hate having to climb steps. It's exhausting when you have to climb something everyday just because you needed to quickly grab something from your room.

            I stopped by the fridge to make some cereal, or whatever Brits have in their fridges, when a green sticky note catches my attention. Closing the fridge, I walked over to the note that was stuck on what looks like an IPhone. 

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                 Ri,

I went to the studio with the boys to work on the upcoming album. Please if you need anything, just call. I can never get tired of your voice and I'm only a phone call away. I already saved my number in the contacts. Sorry for not leaving any breakfast, I woke up late this morning.

xoxo,

Liam 

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A big smiley face was wrapped around Liam's name. It was childish yet cute and I wondered if I could sell the note on ebay. I mean if they're as famous as they say then I could get a bucket load of money for selling this tiny signature. 

            Eh, who am I kidding? I'm too lazy and I don't even know how to use ebay.

            I smiled down at the sticky note and studied the IPhone Liam left me. I'm happy that Liam hadn't woken me up this morning. I'm already having troubles coping with the fact that I have a new boyfriend. I am, by far, the worst person in the mornings, next to Zayn. What good would it do if I cussed his face off?

            I couldn't help but feel a stab of guilt for having Liam buy something so expensive for me. Obviously it was costly. I never really had an IPhone simply because they were always too pricey for my taste and I never really bothered with the apple products. I can only remember the IPod nano coming out and that's where my memory ends of that. I wonder what Steve Jobs has in store after this IPhone becomes old news. From what I remember he was one of the smartest men alive.

            I grabbed the pink IPhone and continued fixing myself a bowl of cereal.

            I noticed that the fridge was organized differently. For one thing, the fridge was like one of the mini fridges my brother always wanted in his apartment. The thing was tiny. It could barely fit a gallon of milk, well that is if Liam had bought a gallon of milk. Do they even have gallons of milk?