A Collection Dedicated To One Direction (Bk 2)

Love Phobia (Liam Short Story 4 Valentine)

"Its like how I'm afraid of spoons" my crush told me "I'm afraid of love in the same way"

"A spoon is an object, love is a feeling" I gently pointed out.

"Well you can be scared of feelings" he told me.

"Your scared of feeling love?" I asked.

He nodded a response.

"But this dance Liam, I wanted to go with you" I told him.

"I'm sorry Eden I can't" He looked away disappointed.

"Its fine" I instantly told him. I slid my books back into my bag and stood up.

"Wait Eden" he said as I slid my phone into my jean pocket "I want to go with you, I like you... but I just..."

"Cant" I finished of his sentence "its fine no hard feelings" I turned away hiding my face as I walked off. It wasn't fine, I did have hard feelings.

My crush has love phobia, the thing with the spoons is serious but also humorous, but this love phobia isn't funny. I like Liam, knew him since primary. He's always had trouble letting people see a better view of him. He has sisters, and he is overprotective of them. But he just can't let himself feel love.

Which is not something I want to hear a week before valentines, and the dance he half promised he would attend with me. I was annoyed and frustrated.

Anyway what did I expect of Liam? or myself for that matter?

I decided to let it past. I would work it out. I set out to do my homework the moment I got home.

I turned my phone on silent, and got down to the algebra questions.

It buzzed the mobile, I looked at the caller ID, it was Liam. I didn't take the call.

I went back to maths.

I avoided him the next day, and didn't sit with him at lunch.

"What happened with you and Liam?" my bestie asked causally.

"Nothing major" I told her.

"You and him were such a good thing" she told me.

I turned to her "we were never a thing"

"Really? well whats that?" she asked.

I stared at my locker and 1 single red rose was tapped to the locker door.

"An admirer" I shrug. I peel the red rose off, and look at the note.

"Will you go to the dance with me? I mean it, I do like you soz about the other day" It says.

"Liam does like you" she said, as I held the rose tightly.

The dance day was here, I had seen Liam in between the rose and the dance, and he told me he didn't want his phobia to stop him going to the dance with someone like me. He said he was so new at all this, and I agreed that I was to, but we both agreed we wanted to go together.

I met Liam at the venue door, dressed smartly in a suit. I grinned up at him as he took my hand in his.

"My phobia of love isn't going to stop us having a good time" he told me.

I smiled more.

"I'm glad" I said, as we moved across the dance floor, the mood filled with red, and romantic music along with feelings.

It was the best night ever.