I Promise // l.p.

I Promise: Chapter 8

I Promise

Chapter 8

•Katie's POV•

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1 year later, around April 2012

"Have you been out with your pop-star boyfriend across the street lately?" He tries to hide his smirk, but it doesn't work.

"Really, Dad." I raise an eyebrow at him. "He's been gone for more than a year. And I know you know that." I add on softly. I really do miss Liam. His sparkling eyes, perfect smile, and his caring, yet adorable, personality.

Calm down Katie, you'll see him next week.

"So you've been sticking it to the bus for over a year? Wow Katie, that's a new record." He jokingly clasps his hands.

"Dad, I'm almost eighteen. Can't I have my own car? Pleeeaasssee." I whine.

"Katie, my car isn't even paid off yet. I'd like to buy you one, but we just don't have the money." He sighs.

I silently groan and march out the door. 'To the bus then' I roll my eyes.

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Angela slides her lunch tray next to mine, looking like she's about to explode of joy or something. "Heyyy, Katie."

"Hi." I sigh and spin my phone around on the table.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" She leaps up and attempts to try and get everyone to sing 'Happy Birthday' but only manages to get a few to sing along, while the others give her weird glares.

I fake a smile. "Thanks, that's really sweet."

Angela seems to notice my weak attitude. "Hey, put on smile on your face! It's your birthday!" She waves a few pieces of my hair around. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah. Just. Never mind, it's stupid." I shake my head and then prop it up on my elbow.

She gives me a fake sigh and looks all around the lunchroom, signaling that she wants me to tell her what's on my mind.

I unlock my phone and pull up my twitter mentions. I set it on the table and she starts to read them.

"Today hasn't exactly worked out how I wanted it." I brush my fingers through my hair. "My phone's been blowing up with nasty tweets from the fans, my dad wasn't even home this morning, and I haven't heard anything from Liam in days. To be honest, not many people have even said happy birthday to me either..."

"The day isn't over yet." She slides my phone into her grasp. "You are going to turn off your phone and enjoy the rest if your eighteenth birthday."

"C'mon, give it back." I reach for my phone and a group of a few girls walk over. They look like sophomores, maybe juniors? I'm not entirely sure. "Erm, hi girls."

"You're Liam's girlfriend, aren't you." One of the taller ones spits at me.

More Directioners. They must be. Wouldn't be the first time today. I immediately stand up and try to walk away. I whip my head around a couple of times and they're almost right on my tail. I kick off my shoes towards some lockers and start to run. I won't stand to go through the clawing and hair-pulling again. Some of these fans are insane. I hear them screaming at me, cursing my name. They must've gotten some more girls with them, probably fans.

I dodge towards the gymnasium and sprint into the changing rooms, twisting the lock behind me so no one else can get in. I slide down on to one of the wooden benches lined across the room. The beating on the door in front of me starts to fade and I pull one of my knees up to my chest. I can't help but break down. I feel so alone, like no one else could be possibly going through this kind of torture. Nobody could understand how hard it is. I'm not even the famous one. I can't imagine how hard Liam must be getting hit with this.