Gone

Chapter 5.

I should have said something, anything but nothing came out. For some reason I felt a pang of guilt for being here with him. Like I was cheating on Zayn or something. I ended things, I shouldn't be feeling this.

Liam removed his hand from my face and said quietly, "It is late. You should get home."

I turned from him and began to walk down the stairs as I heard Liam's door slam. It didn't sound like it would break the door off the henges but it still got his point across.

"Isabella, dear, I have a question for you?" Liam's mom sounded from the kitchen. I walked in to see her scrubbing the counter.

"Yes, Mrs- I mean Karen." She smiled softly.

"Tommorow I'm having a Labor Day party. It won't be that big, just some buds from work and a few family members that live close by. None of them have children around Liam's age and I know it would mean the world to him if you came by. It would mean the world to me also."

Zayn had one of the hugest parties of the year for Labor Day. I knew despite our falling out, he'd still want me to come. Everyone talked about how much fun it was every year but somehow underage drinking and half naked drunk hormonal teenagers walking around did not seem one bit fun.

"I would love to come." I replied and she came over and wrapped me in a tight hug.

"This is so wonderful. Thank you so much." She whispered into my hair.

"It's no big deal, really," I let go and turned to walk to the door, "Have a great night."

She called behind me as I shut the door, "You too, sweetie!"

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I woke up late due to the fact I couldn't get Liam out of my head. The way he touched me, the looks he gave me, the words he whisperd into my ears kept replaying over and over again like a broken record.

I tried to think of Zayn and the possibility of us working things out. I kept reminding myself of how we sometimes had fun but my mind always made a U-turn back to Liam. He was there when I needed him even if he didn't know and surely that wasn't a coincidence. I wanted to know so much more about him. He was such a bold contrast to Zayn, and I loved it. The only thing that scared me is one minute he'd be sweet and nervous then the next he'd be almost scary.

I looked into my closet trying to decide what to wear to Karen's party today.

I had it seperated right down the middle. On the right side was mostly new clothes that were dark colors. And on the left was mosty old clothes that were bright and vibrant. My hand roamed the left side until I came across a short baby doll pink dress that had ruffles on the front.

I layed the dress on my bed as I looked out my window to see Liam holding up two shirts, looking back and forth between them. One was a red polo and the other was a dark blue button up flannel.

I shut my blinds before he got a chance to catch me staring again and secretly hoped he would choose the flannel.

When I got finished with taming my hair and putting light makeup on, it was around 1:53. The party started at 2 but I didn't want to be early and look anxious to see Liam again.

At exactly 2, I walked over to see cars piled outside his house. I felt my nerves kicking in at the thought of being around so many people.

I rung the doorbell and waited a couple seconds before Liam's mom opened the door and pulled me into another one of her tight hugs.

"I told Liam to come over and get you a little early but he was too busy fixing his hair and brushing his teeth 3 times. He does that when he's nervous." She chuckled as she pulled me inside. I smiled at the thought of Liam being as nervous as me.