Forgotten

Chapter 25

I walked quickly back to the dressing room, I needed to find Liam. I had my palm on my forehead and my breath was fast. I opened the heavy door to the dressing room and found something I did NOT want to see: Gabby and Niall, on the couch, half naked. I screamed and shielded my eyes from the horrific sight.
            “NEXT TIME PUT A FUCKING SOCK ON THE DOOR KNOB!” I yelled, slamming it shut behind me. I ran off again, searching in every empty room I saw till eventually I found them by the vanity, Lou was doing their hair. I doubled over and gasped for air, I was running hard. Liam saw me and his smile faded, he jumped up from the couch and helped me up.
            “Bea? Are you okay?” He asked. I gave him a ‘what do you think’ look and sat down right there on the floor. He chuckled and sat down next to me. I didn’t want to be anywhere near Harry anymore. Once I caught my breath I stood up and led Liam to the corner. First I told him about how I was scarred for life by Niall and Gabby. Then came the other news…
            “Harry held my hand! I was lying down on the stage and listening to music and he just came up to me and grabbed my hand!” I said, staring right into my love’s big, brown eyes. He looked serious then he started to laugh. I furrowed my brow and cocked my head.
            “You’re telling me…you’re freaking out cause he held your hand? People do that around here, Bea! It’s fine!” He rubbed my back and walked back over to the couch. I stood there, kind of baffled. He obviously didn’t know about Harry before and the whole kiss situation. I stayed away from harry a long as I could. Whenever he was in the room I would dart over to Liam and make up some problem I needed help with or waltzed over to help Lou organize her hair products. I didn’t want him getting close to me at all.
 
We were taking a break this week. No shows at all from Monday to Sunday. We stayed at a hotel in Miami. It was nice, really nice, probably nicer than the St. Regis in New York. Speaking of, I missed it like crazy. It was my home. I spent more time there then I did in Ireland. I missed the constant busy streets and the endless blur of yellow taxis.
I layed on my and Liam’s bed In our room, staring at the ceilng while music flowed in through my headphones. It was 9:45 and Liam would be back soon from dinner with the lads. I was already ready for bed. I hummed along with Billy Joel and tapped on the duvet with my hand.
            “sing us a song you’re the piano man…sing us a song tonight”
I sat up and took off my headphones, turning off the lights one by one. All the sudden, Liam walked in and rushed over to me, gently putting his arm around my waist and holding me close. I was confused and frazzled as to what just happened.
            “Liam?”
            “Shh. Don’t speak, just kiss me” He whispered, leaning down to connect our lips. We moved in sync. Back and forth, side to side. I didn’r understand why but I went with it. Eventually he turned off the last light and we crawled into bed, his arm over my waist and chin on my shoulder. Every once in a while he would leave little trails of kissed down my back or my arm.
            “What happened?” I finally asked. He sighed and rolled me over so I faced him. I didn’t notice how upset he looked. He took my tiny hand in his and rubbed my palms.
            “Harry”