Hold On - A Liam Payne Lovestory

Chapter 8

I looked at him. What should I say?

‘Yes’?

‘Maybe’?

‘Possibly’?

‘You should be able to know the answer’?

‘Why are you even asking’ and just attack him with a kiss? Never.

‘No’? No.

A phone rang and saved me from my answer. Liam answered it and went away a few feet. Then he hung up and came back to me.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to leave. Now. We have to get our things. We’re going to America again. Our flight is in about 3 hours. Sorry.” He said.

He hugged me and then left, running away. I wanted to run after him and yell ‘YES! My answer was yes! Now come back and kiss me, you blind idiot! And then take me with you!’

But I didn’t.

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A week went by. Liam had sent me an E-Mail, that they were really busy with recording, videoshoots, photoshoots and interviews. That was everything. Of course his usual way of saying goodbye, but not one word about the question he left me with.

And no information about when they’d be back.

I took all my courage and texted him. One simple word, everyone uses every day. “Yes” That was it.

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Another week went by. Liam didn’t talk to me at all, if you could’ve called out way of communicating talking. And neither did I.

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The third week without any contact. Every time I got a text or E-mail or whatever could’ve been from him, I was all excited. Did he write something? Did he feel the same?

But it was always someone else. And then my heart got all heavy in my chest. The smile on my face got wiped away and was replaced upside down.

It was awful. An absolute torture.

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It’s been two months without a word from Liam. I gave up. He probably had found a beautiful model or actress and didn’t even remember who I was.

-I’m sorry. This doesn’t work anymore. And I think I changed my answer again…-

Tears were falling on the display of my phone, as I wrote the last words:

-Farewell, Liam Payne. Devon xx-