Fate Has Different Plans

Chapter 22-Is Everything Fixed?

Chapter 22

 Author's Note: Dedicated to gg13roxs, because she is my wattpad stalker, and she's always excited about updates ;) OH, and because she really deserves this dedication! <3

“You have to go talk to him Bells.”

“But I don’t wannnnnnnnna!”

….

“Gosh, fine. I’ll grow a pair.” I huffed at Niall, who was glaring at me for being a pouty baby.

Even though I wanted to fix things with Liam, God knows I did, I was a complete pussy when it came to facing people. I was freaking out on the inside, my stomach feeling like it was being blended around. Not a pleasant feeling. To top it off, whenever I get super nervous, I puke. I really felt like I was going to any second. God help me if I blew chunks on Liam while I was trying to beg for him to forgive me. Because that would totally happen to me. 

He gave me that famous Irish smile. “There ya go babe.”

“I hate you.” I glared at him, my eyes narrowing to slits.

He laughed at me, and I only glared more. I huffed loudly again, stomping across the room to the door. I turned back around, my glare melting away to a nervous expression. He smiled back encouragingly, giving me a thumbs up. I returned it half-heartedly, turning to face the door again. I opened it, walking out into the hallway, glancing down the end to Liam’s door, which was slightly ajar. Music floated from the room, his voice being carried down the hallways. My frown deepened; he only sang when he was either really sad or extremely happy. Judging from the slow, sad melodies, and how his voice cracked every couple of words, he was sad. Really sad. 

I hunched my shoulders, tears welling up in my eyes. I had no clue how to do this. I wasn’t one to cause arguments and hurt people’s feelings. That wasn't who I was. I was the girl who kept everyone happy, even though I wasn’t. I don’t know how to beg for his forgiveness... or do I? I looked up, my face set in determination. I knew what I was going to do. Let’s just hope I didn’t make a complete fool out of myself. That would just be my luck.

I walked down the hallway, tiptoeing so I could surprise him. 

This better work. 

This had to work. 

I stopped outside of his door, peering in the crack. He was seated on his bed, laptop in front of him, one headphone in one ear, the other dangling down in a tangled mess. I gulped nervously, preparing myself for what I was going to do. Hopefully I wouldn’t break his laptop. Again, that would just be my luck. I waited another second, before shoving the door open, causing Liam to look up in complete surprise. I ran into his room and tackled him, so that he flew backwards, head hanging off the bed while I laid on top of him.

“Liam, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, please forgive me, I know I’m such a horrid person, I really am, I’m so sorry, I know you were just looking out for me, I felt so bad after I did, you have no idea, and I’m just really sorry, I’m not good at this whole thing and-”