Remember Me (Currently On Hold)

Chapter Eleven: Breaking and Entering?

Chapter Eleven: Breaking and Entering?

After my meltdown, I was ready to fake an illness and go back to Liam’s- I mean, our place, instead Liam told me that they had to leave anyway. The four boys were going back to the recording studio for whatever reason to do I don’t really care what. At this point I was ready to go home and just sleep the day away.

         “Yes, Liam, I’ll just take a taxi by myself. It wouldn’t be my first time.” I said as if talking to a toddler. Despite what happened earlier, Liam was still treating me like I was a tween who couldn’t ride the roller coaster without supervision, or in this case, a taxi.

            Liam gave me a concerned look. “Taxis take close to thirty minutes to at least get here.”

            “So? I’ll wait.”

           Liam sighed and I could feel even myself getting tired of the fighting. “Taxis don't just turn up when you need them to, this isn't New York you know."

            I rolled my eyes and muttered, “I wish it was.”

            “Fine. You want to take a taxi? Then you won’t mind bringing along Pete.” Liam waved over the same bodyguard that earlier, ‘saved’ me from the swarming crowd.

            I wanted to rip my hair out and scream. Liam needed to know that I was responsible for myself and able to do things on my own without anyone’s help but I knew where that conversation would be headed if I even started it.

            “Oh and I suppose he already knows where you live?”

            Liam nodded. “Pete knows where we all live, so he can just drive you. Right, Pete?” Either Liam was stupid or he just ignored my sassiness. Looking at Liam’s frustrated face; I could tell it was the latter.

           The bodyguard smiled a yes and Liam pulled Pete to the side. Obviously, they were talking about me. If I knew Liam he was probably telling Pete not to let me out of sight and to make sure I’m in the house before he even thinks about driving away.

            “So you know where all the guys live?” I asked when we were both in his black Range Rover.

            “Yes, Ma’am.” The formality he used made me seem like royalty or someone actually important.

            “Call me Ri,” I muttered, “Anyway, you know where,” I paused, “Zayn lives?” Pete was unfazed by my question. Which was good, I didn’t want any questions.

            “Yes, Ri. Everyone.” He sighed.

            We sat in silence awhile longer. I suddenly took interest in the difference between the UK roads and the American roads. For one thing, there weren’t many stop signs, just a lot of roundabouts. I then took notice in the car. In Liam’s car (that he gave to me) it was a stick shift, which I thought was weird considering I’ve never even been in a car with a stick shift.

            “Are all cars in England stick shift?” I asked curiously.

            “Of course.” Pete responded seemingly proud that he knew a more complicated way of driving.

            Great. Just add that to the list of things I need to learn.

            After thinking up different scenarios in my head about how Pete would react to my question, I decided to just ask him. I mean, so what if he knew me and Zayn dated, surely he wouldn’t tell Liam.