Me- can u come over? We need to talk x
Liamo- yeah sure be there in 10 x
I sat on my bed and stared out the window, desperately searching for what I could possibly say to him.
"Hey." He said making me jump, I turned around to him. "Sorry your mam let me in."
"It's okay." I said quietly.
"What's up? What did you want to talk about?" He asked, sitting on the other side of the bed, barely as he was on the very edge.
"Liam, this isn't working."
"It's because of Tristan isn't it?" I couldn't look in his eyes, we both knew it was one hundred percent because of Tristan but I was never going to admit it.
"No, Liam, I." I struggled on my words. "The other night you weren't there for me, the way I needed you to be." I explained. "I just need a break, I'm sorry."
"He's with Alex, Amelia, don't ruin that for him." He said and stood up. "Goodbye." And he walked from my room. I sighed and gripped pillow, before chucking it towards the wall, I obviously didn't have very good aim because it proceeded to know down my photo frame, I stood and picked it up and stared at the photo, it was before the boys went on their first tour, I was on Tristan's back between Brad and James, Connor on the other side of Brad. I remember that night like it was yesterday, they were like excited little puppies, all buzzing for the few months ahead, I smiled at the thought and placed it back on my desk, filled with assignments that I no longer care about since we've been on Christmas break. I hadn't even thought about Christmas, I need to go shopping for presents.
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"Are you okay?" Charlie asked.
"Yeah?" I felt terrible saying that, but I was truly fine, we were only together for a month. "You're not angry because I dumped your brother?"
"No, I can see the way you look at Tristan, it's better for everyone, well except Alex, obviously." She laughed.
"I don't like Tristan."
"Yeah I know, you love him."
"Have you been with Brad lately?" I asked, regretting it immediately because they obviously have been spending a lot of time with one another.
"Why do you say that?"
"He said the exact thing on the phone the other day."
"I think Tristan feels the same." She observed, she stopped and stared at a hat, we were shopping for presents, I called her because I realised it was like a week until Christmas and I had 0 presents.
"Why do you say that?"
She shrugged. "Have a feeling."
"Well he doesn't, he's like obsessed with Alex."
"It's very one sided."
"So what's up with Brad."
"I don't know." She confessed, she immediately perked up at the mention of his name.
"Do you like him?" She nodded. "So weird." I scrunched my nose up.
"I like him a lot, like a lot." She emphasised on the a lot part. "It scares me." She admitted.
"Why?"
"Because it's Brad."
"So? Brads great, I mean I'd never go near him in any kind of way other than friends, but he's great." In all the years I've known Brad, the only word I could describe him as is great, He's amazing, he would be there for me in the click of my fingers and he's just an all round great person, I don't appreciate him enough.
