If We Were A Movie(Liam Payne)

~Chapter Eleven~

Ava's P.O.V

Did he really just say that?

Did he just really call me 'the girl he screws every so often'?

He is not getting away with this.

Before I knew what I was doing, I flung open the door so loudly, making Liam stop in his tracks.

"So is that what I am to you? Your 'friend with benefit'?" I sneered at him.

He looked taken back, almost as if he was rethinking his strategy.

"Isn't that what we are? I mean we are friends and we defiantly have benefits."

Ouch.

"So is that how you want me to introduce you?" I questioned loudly, his eyes turning to ice.

"Hi, this is my friend Liam. Yeah the one I sleep with on occasion."

"That's enough." Liam yelled.

"Don't like it do you?"

"I wasn't going to tell my sister the intimate details." Liam rolled his eyes, crossing his oh so muscular arms over his chest.

"What has gotten into you?" I screamed at him, hoping we weren't disturbing the rest of the boys.

"Me? What has gotten into you?" He walked closer to me by a little, making me take a small step back.

"How am I the issue here?"

"You slapped me in front of my sister, and kicked me out of our room that I'm paying for."

"I never asked you to pay for anything! You insisted."

"It's not about that Ava." He growled angrily.

"Oh yeah? Then what is this whole thing about?"

He groaned, pulling at his hair slightly.

"I don't know."

"Yeah? Well I do. It's you."

He looked taken back by my answer.

Surprised Payne?

Yeah, you should be.

"Me?" He almost whispered, but I cut him off.

"Yes you. You need to get your head screwed on right. I will not be your toy. I thought we had something more than just sleeping together. I guess not." I spit out, before turning on my heels.

I saw that the boys were all out of their rooms, standing in each of their doorways, their jaws  dropped.

Eleanor and Perrie gave me a sympathtic look, before I rushed inside my room.

I stayed standing at the door, almost as if I was waiting for him to run back in and tell me he didn't mean anything that he said.

Stupid movies put things in my head.

A few more minutes past by, and my legs began to feel weak.

I hate fighting.

It just reminds me of my parents.

How after my parents huge fight, my dad packed a bag and left, leaving My mum, me, and my sister to live on our own.

Zayn and Perrie are the only ones I told about that.

A sick feeling forms in my stomach as I think of the past, making me stop.

I slid my back down the door, before sitting on the ground.