Second Chances

Part 11

Later that night, Diana was doing my make-up. I noticed she loved making everything as natural as possible. “I knew that would work.” she said to herself, proud that Liam and I were going to dinner, “It was so much faster than I thought…” “What if I mess up…” I said, “You know, say something stupid, and lose my only chance…”  “No way.” Diana said, fixing the last bit of hair from my face, “He’ll love you.” “Really?” I asked, “He hated me for what I did to you…” Diana touched her facial scars knowingly, and I continued, “What if he sees Annie again…”

Diana shook her head, “He won’t. You’re not the same girl you were 3 years ago. You’re older, and more beautiful. You vowed to never do that again, and I believe you. Liam will too.”

We walked into the living room, and I waited for Liam to come back. He had told Diana he was going to get something for our date.

Our date…

My thoughts were broken by Liam knocking on the door.

I opened the door, and Liam smiled at me slightly awestruck, “Wow, Annabel; you look stunning.” I blushed, and he pulled out a purple hair flower. He grinned, and gently put it in my hair, “Perfect.” He took my hand in his, and we walked down the steps.

“Where are we going?” I asked, and Liam smirked, “It’s a surprise.” I pouted, and he laughed. The first laugh since we met. Maybe, he was warming up to me.

He helped me into his Camaro, and then got in himself. “Do you want me to put the top up?” he asked, “The wind may mess up your hair…” I smiled, “The wind makes me feel free. Let’s leave it down…” He smiled back, and we drove away.

On the way to the secret location, Liam asked me a lot of questions, mainly no specific questions.

“Favorite Animal?”

“Wolf.”

“Favorite Color?”

“Purple.”

“Me Too. Favorite Song?”

“Part of Me or Roar by Katy Perry.”

“Favorite Movie?”

“Little Mermaid.”

Finally, we pulled into a park. We weren’t very far from home, but I did enjoy the car ride. The sun was setting, meaning we were going to be the only ones here. “I thought you said ‘dinner’…” I said, sliding on my leather jacket, which surprisingly went with the dress. Liam smiled, “Follow me.”

I did so, and we came across a gazebo, lit by little twinkling lights, and a picnic blanket with food on the floor.

“Oh, wow…” I said, in awe, and Liam grinned, “Let’s eat.”

After we ate, which was amazing because Liam is a good cook, he asked, “So, what’s your past like. You know, before the…” I nodded, “I know what you mean.”

Liam listened in silence as I explained my life up to my psychotic break. It was hard to talk about, because I didn’t want to think about them; I didn’t want to think about the fact my parents cared more about fighting than me. I didn’t want to think about Troy leaving me because of my scars.

I wanted to forget that.

“I’m so sorry…” he finally said, “I guess you had a right to go crazy…” I shook my head, “No. I had a right to die right there. No one loved me, and I wouldn’t have hurt anybody.” I felt tears ruining my make-up, and brushed them away with my hands. Liam tilted my head, and pierced me with his beautiful brown eyes, “You don’t need to die… You have family right here. You have Diana, and Niall… and I’m not going anywhere.”