Forgotten

Chapter 34

“LIAM!” Niall, Greg and Sophia all shouted in unison. I had crumbled to the floor, dazed. I could feel the pain spread all around my right eye and cheek. I didn’t even cry. It was all a blur. He was calling me names. I just calmly stood up and held my hand up to my cheek and stared at him. Sophia ran over and handed me an ice pack. For once I actually appreciated her presence.

“Liam what the hell is wrong with you!” Sophia yelled. All the sudden I lost control of my hand, and it flew up, smacked Liam right in the face. Everyone was silent. There was most likely smoke coming out of my ears was so mad. I could make out and outline of my hand, right on his left cheek. It wasn’t as bad as mine eye though.

“You said you would never hurt me ever again.” I said quietly. His face fell. Confidently, I walked over to the front door and opened it.

“You may go.” I said before walking to the kitchen. I needed to busy myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Liam walk out. When he shut the door, I collapsed. I sobbed. One of those sobs where you can’t even talk, you just choked out words. All my emotions were flooding out.  I couldn’t handle myself. Sophia stayed behind, and she, Niall and Greg all crowded around me. They tried to lift me up off the floor and calm me down, but I was too much of a mess to even move. I was broken and injured.

I was numb all through the night. Happy Christmas indeed. I held an icepack up to my eye half the night and groaned in pain the other half. Sophia left around 10 to go find Liam and make sure he wasn’t dead in a ditch somewhere. She called Greg later on reporting Liam had gone to a nearby pub. When she found him, he was sobbing into his scotch. He had never felt so horrible for hurting me. I never really saw him drink when we were together.

            “Do you want me to make the ice pack colder? It’s just liquid now.” Niall asked gently, sitting next to me on the couch. I stared blankly at the telly, White Christmas was playing, and handed him the ice pack without breaking contact. I could see him cringe in my peripheral vision. My eye was swollen shut, and he said it was “purple and blue around the edges”. How was I supposed to explain it to people? I ran into the doorframe? I slipped and hit my face on the chair arm? People would definitely know. I finally broke my gaze from the television and looked down at my phone. It was 12:00. I had received messages since I last checked.

Harry: Happy Christmas, beautiful! Can’t wait to see you after the holidays!

Louis: Happy Christmas, Bea! Your LouLou misses you too much!

Zayn: Happy Christmas, love. Waliyha is dying to see you, and so am I. talk soon? Call me!

Gabby: Merry Christmas, Bea. Or is it Happy Christmas? Idk what you Europeans say haha. Anyway, I wish you would talk to me.

Liam: please respond to me, Beatrice. It’s Christmas for God’s sake! I want to talk about what I did.

Lou: HAPPY CHRISTMAS MY DEAR! We rang you earlier but you didn’t pick up! Lux wanted you say hello!

Gemma: Happy Christmas you filthy animal ;) Can’t wait to visit

Aunt Madigan: Happy Christmas, sweetie! I mailed your present, it should be there tomorrow!

Uncle Vern: Oh what a Happy Christmas it is! Love you dearest Beatrice!

Sophia: Happy Christmas, Beatrice. Feel better soon!!

I smiled, but winced because of the pain. Niall returned a bit later with the ice pack. I cursed under my breath when the cold hit my eye. Sharp pains shot all around. Damn you, Liam Payne. Damn you.

            “It’s officially Christmas, Bea. That means that you can open this.” Niall said, handing me a rectangular box wrapped in blue wrapping paper, printed with little reindeer all over. I smiled through the horrible pain and pulled off the ribbon and wrapping. Inside the box was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It was a picture of him and I, standing on a stage. The stage where they brought me up and introduced me to there fans. The stage where I just stood there terrified. The picture was taken from behind us. He had his arm around me, and we were both waving. Everywhere, in front of us, were beautiful lights scattered everywhere. Cell phone screens lit up around the arena too create a luminescence that was breath taking. You couldn’t see my terrified face, or Niall’s complete adoration for both me and his fans. You saw a brother and a sister, sharing a beautiful moment, together.