Forgotten

Chapter 22

I could hear voices. I had woken up but I was pretending to be passed out.
“I can’t believe I was such an idiot, Lou. I knew she was scared and I brought her up anyway! I MADE HER FAINT! Lou she’s going to be so mad. This is the second time I’ve hurt her. I don’t think I’m going to get a third chance…” Liam said to Lou as he changed. I could smell his body wash, so he obviously showered. I guess I was on the bus could I could also feel myself in motion. Lou mumbled on, telling him it would be okay. Which it would be, I forgave him. It wasn’t really his fault. It was a spur of the moment idea. My eyes slowly fluttered open. I was lying on my bunk with the curtain closed. I could hear some usual snores telling me the boys were asleep. I yawned and opened my curtain. I hear some whispers. I was still wearing my concert outfit. I hopped off the bed and walked over to the couches. Liam was in a towel and his hair was damp. He looked right at me and stood up.
            “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay? I love you.” He walked up to me and gave me a hug. I hugged his waist and breathed in his Old Spice scent. I forgave him as soon as I walked into that dressing room. I giggled and broke away.
            “I’m fine, but I have a little headache. I want you to know that we are fine. I forgave you right after I got off that stage. It wasn’t your fault.” I smiled. He grinned and pressed his hand to the back of neck, pulling me forward into a kiss. We stood there…kissing, for a while.
            “Ew. PDA is evil!” I heard a voice behind me, causing me to jump. I swatted Niall on the arm and kissed Liam’s cheek before heading off to the bathroom to change. Once I changed into something more comfortable, I walked out to the bunk section of the tour bus. Liam was dressed in sweats on his bunk, scrolling through his twitter feed. I scuttled over to his bunk and rested my head on his shoulder. I noticed he didn’t look happy, but sad.
            “Babe? What’s wrong?” I asked, running my fingers through his damp hair. He sniffled and I knew something was really wrong. I took his phone out of his hands and scrolled. I gasped in shock. Death threats and hate, towards me. Death. Threats.
 
“Don’t touch my man you slut!”
“Go kill yourself and stay away from my bby!”
“She doesn’t even go here! #GetOutBea”
“Go die, Beatrice! Nobody wants you there!”
“I will kill you if you touch him ever again! GO AWAY!”
 
#GetOutBea was trending. I heard him sniffle again and I looked up. He was crying. Tears were falling down his stubbled cheeks.
            “Liam don’t cry. Please don’t, it’s not that big of a deal. I knew this would happen anyway!”
            “I did this. I pulled you up on that stage and all those girls saw me kiss you and they got mad and now their telling you to die!” He cried, his face in his hands. I hated seeing him cry.
            “We’ll get through it. No crazed fan could stop me from loving you or my brother. I will never leave.” I wiped the tears away with my thumb and gave him a small kiss before heading back to bed. It was about 1:30 a.m. and it was a long day. I could still hear Liam crying. It wasn’t loud but I could hear his silent chokes here and there. I hated it so much. I got out of bed and crawled up onto Liam’s bunk. I lied down on the side closest to the wall. He wrapped his arms around me right away, holding me close.  I kissed his cheek and right away, he stopped crying. I loved how much he loved me, cared for me, protected me. He is my everything, and I’m his everything.