Maybe(A Liam Hemsworth Fanfiction)

Over

Chapter 27
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I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I've just gotten super busy with school, sports and work. Anyway, thank you so much for 4k, and no the story is not over!
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I took one last deep breath

"Liam, I need to talk to you. In private."
I managed to stutter out. I saw his face go pale, and a twinge of guilt twisted into a knot in my stomach. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Involuntarily, my feet carried me forward to my now empty dressing room.

"Listen, about what I said on the phone last night-" He couldn't finish his sentence before I abruptly cut him off.

"I know you're sorry. But I just can't be in a relationship like this. You treat me like a child and I can't deal with that. I'm sorry, but it's over. " Tears threatened to spill over, but I held them back. I had to be strong. He can't know how much I am breaking inside.

"Please, you have to know how sorry I am. I didn't mean what I said. Just give me another chance, please?" His eyes were red, and my heart shattered a little more. No, I can't. I can't stay in this relationship.

"I'm sorry. I don't give second chances. When people are nice enough to show you their true colors, don't ask them again." I snapped, stomping out of the room and slamming the door. Quickly, I wiped the tears from my eyes and hurried back to set.

"Danielle, where have you been? We've been waiting for- wait, have you been crying?" The film director asked, concern laced in her brows.

"Sorry, and I'm fine. It's really nothing." I lied. She nodded, but watched me with suspicious eyes as I walked up to the platform. The on-set makeup team rushed to fix my smeary makeup. Whatever. I tried to slow my breathing, and the director called take one of scene two. Here goes nothing

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Once filming was done, I ran out to my car. Speeding home, I tried to focus on the road as my vision blurred with tears. I rushed through the lobby of my apartment building, avoiding the skeptical stares of the people. The elevator took a century to get here, and for some reason I thought jamming the button repeatedly would make it get here faster. Tears washed down my cheeks as I lowered my head. Putting one pedicured foot into the elevator, I clicked on the small circle containing the number 24. I fumbled to get my keys out of my Coach purse and into the door. The few tears had turned into full-on sobbing, and I tried hard to contain the hiccups, and then gave up. My hair was shaken out of it's updo, my black pencil skirt unzipped, and my Jimmy Choos thrown somewhere into my apartment. I crawled into bed with my new gold iPhone 5s. I need to talk to Sophie.

"can u come over??? Need major retail therapy and maybe some wine/chocolate too. xoxo" I clicked send and prayed to God she would come over. I need to talk to my best friend.

"sure. b over in 20 with movies wine and chocolate. do u wanna go shopping later?? i know the best mall in LA💜" Her message popped up and I nearly died with excitement.

"ur the best:) thank u sooooo much:)" Relief rushed through me when I sent the text. Sophie really is the best thing a girl could ask for. My now dry eyes slowly closed, and I fell asleep.