Breathe (Liam Payne Fanfic)

Chapter 13

Breathe

Chapter 13

As we sat there and flipped through the channels trying to find something good to watch, I became more and more frustrated. Why would Liam do this to me? I thought we were having a good time. And he seemed to like me back. But I’ve never had a boyfriend before so what did I know. But wow I just didn’t know what to think. I needed answers. I wanted answers even if he wouldn’t give them to me. I was gonna make him. I had my ways of making people talk. I got out of bed throwing the covers off and stomped over to the chair where my flannel was sitting.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked stuffing her face with a slice of pizza.

“To talk to Liam.” I said slipping each arm through a sleeve. I didn’t even bother putting on my flip flops as I was just going down the hall. I continued to stomp over to the door in my black sofie shorts and light grey spaghetti strap tank covered with my blue checkered flannel and practically pulled the door off its hinges cause I was so furious. As I walked down the hallway at 7:30 at night I made it my mission to not let anything break me. Liam Payne or not. No one was going to treat me like this. Reaching Liam’s room, I knocked on the door with authority. No answer. Knocking again a bit harder. I waited.

What… was he looking through the peep hole, seeing it was me and just ignoring me. Oh no he didn’t. I wasn’t gonna let him get away with this. Thinking he’d only have to see me once and not have to deal with this cause he would be gone the next day after their concert. Oh no I wasn’t gonna give him the satisfaction. “LIAM!” I yelled this time as I slammed the side of my fist against the door.

“He’s not in there.” I heard behind me. Niall was standing in his doorway watching me.

“Where is he?” I said turning around demanding to know. “I have to speak with him.”

“He’s in the gym beating up the punching bag. He was pissed when I saw him last.” Niall answered me so casually as he leaned against the door frame. Not saying a word I headed toward the elevator. I didn’t care where I confronted Liam. As long as I had my dignity.

Once the elevator hit the main floor I power walked toward the gym. Bodyguards were still everywhere in the hotel but they had seen me with Liam during the day so they knew not to stop me. Not like it would work with how mad I was. I could have slammed them through the wall if they got in my way. I was that mad. Some fans were still wondering around the hotel and sitting in the lobby waiting to see the boys. I snuck past them not wanting to get stopped on my way.

I reached the gym and again pulled the door open so hard that I could have pulled it off. Liam stopped in mid punch and watched me stomp toward him. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I said stopping in the center of the gym floor. I crossed my arms and shifted my weight to one side frowning at Liam who was at this point confused. He just stood there looking at me. He actually looked pissed like Niall said. But I could also see the hurt and sadness in his eyes and on his face. “Just because your some big star ‘Liam Payne’ doesn’t mean you can treat a girl like shit and stand her up.” I continued.

“I know I…” I threw my hand up to stop him.

“No don’t give me this excuse or bull that you use on girls to get them to like you again and think everything’s okay.” I shouted. “I’m not some girl that you can just use for your amusement.” I wasn’t gonna let him get in a word. “Let you have the satisfaction of having your fun then leaving and not having to worry about some random girl that doesn’t mean anything to you and just live your life while she wallows in misery cause her hero used her and she can’t do anything about it. Well not me. I’m here to tell you that you haven’t won. You’re gonna know about me. Know that I didn’t stand for your games and that you didn’t break me, and that you are missing out on something that could be great.” I could feel the tears but I fought them back. I needed to stay strong. I was shaking from all the rage and holding back my urge to cry.