CONVERSE || A Liam Payne Fanfiction

Chapter 19: Cleared and Good to Go

***Mia's POV***

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. My phone was going off at six o'clock in the morning.

"Mia..... your phone's going off...." Liam throws a pillow at my face from the floor. I still feel a bit guilty that I was taking the bed. I blindly feel around for my phone on the bed and find it. 

"Mia, you have to come and see me today. I have something important to tell you. Have Liam take you, but don't tell him the news I'm giving you. See you later today. Dr. Michaelson." it goes to voice-mail. I sit up and rub my eyes. I text him back. 

-What time should I come in today? ~Mia

-How about 12:00? -Andrew Michaelson

-Sounds good! See you then... by the way, what's the problem with telling Liam? I mean I don't want to keep a big secret from him. ~Mia

-I see. So you're falling for him, eh? It's really not a big deal, but I don't want you to tell Liam because it will kill him. -Andrew Michaelson

-Oh. Okay, then I won't tell him. And I am certainly NOT falling for him. >.< ~Mia

-See you later. -Andrew Michaelson

-See you. ~Mia

I turn my phone back to sleep mode and rest for a while longer. But the longer I try to get back to sleep, the harder it is to know that the secret would hurt Liam. I hope it's nothing bad. 

What if I get to go home? 

No. That's not possible. He said like six months. It's not even been two.

He said three weeks to six months, you imbecile.

I hate stupid arguments with myself. I finally accept the fact that I'm not going to get anymore sleep, and go downstairs to get a cup of coffee. I see Harry sitting up with Jasmine on the couch in the sun-room. 

I want something like that. I want intimacy and love where it doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, but as long as you're together you're happy. 

No, stupid. You want to be alone. You can't let anyone else in. Not like last time. Falling in love means eventually falling out of love. It's not like you can die alone. You can't die. 

I guess you can call what Liam and I have, love. Depends on your definition. 

No. Stop thinking like that. You don't want to be in love with him. If you won't stop loving him, you need to stop him from loving you.

I get a cup of coffee filled with vanilla creamer and sit in the living room, watching TV when a news report comes on. 

"Liam Payne, of One Direction, might have a new love interest and Harry Styles certainly does. Is the band losing singles?" the reporter asks. "Find out after the break." I turn the TV off. I was on the news. I was on TV. It was a picture of us holding hands at the airport. This is bad. This is really bad. It's 7:58, when I get in the shower. I take a long one today. So much to think about. 

What happens if he finds out that I like him, but he doesn't like me back? Or what if he just uses me like Jack again? I can't let that happen. 

I get out of the shower and dry off, wrapping my hair in one of those fancy towel-turban-things, or a TTT as I like to call it. I pull on some random black pants and my old batman shirt. I don't feel like dressing up today, I'm only going to the doctors office. Plus, I'm dressing down so that I look better tonight. It's a solid strategy.