Broken Promises

Chapter Nine

Liam's POV

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel on my waist. When I walked out of the shower I didn't hear a sound, which was odd.. because Niall and I are living together for a short amount of time before he goes back to Ireland for a bit, and he is always making noise of some sort.

I ignored the fact that he is probably with Emerson, and for some reason, even thinking about that made me upset. Even though we weren't friends anymore, I am still and always will be protective of her, and I knew that Niall would never hurt her, but it still made me feel funny.

It's been a little over a week since I saw Emerson again, and it has been simultaneously amazing yet gut-wrenching. She remains as distant as ever, and all I want is to grab her and demand that she talks to me. I didn't realize how much I missed having her in my life until she miraculously waltzed back to me nine days ago. The boys have been hanging out with her and Layla every single waking moment since the beach excursion, and while I've been having fun, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't exhausted. 

I am exhausted from trying to juggle all of these conflicting emotions I have about Emerson, Danielle, and myself. I know that Emerson is mad because I left her, but I don't know any more than that. Objectively, I can understand why she would be upset with me. I just always assumed that she was proud of me for pursuing my dreams, and that she would always be at home cheering me on. Even as we stopped talking over time, I thought she would be the one person that would support me no matter what. I'm not sure what changed. 

Danielle has also been testing my patience as well. For the last few weeks we have not gotten many chances to speak to one another, and when we do, it's full of tension and even arguments. It's becoming a chore to put in any effort with her. The thought of losing Danielle scares me, but there is something holding me back from putting in more effort with her. 

I come back from my thoughts and put on boxers and some basketball shorts. I roamed into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.

I hear my phone ring from my bedroom so I run to go get it, knowing that it's Danielle calling, but by the time I get to the phone, it had stopped ringing and when I tried calling back I got sent straight to voicemail.

I called her again, and this time she answered. "Hello?"

"Hey babe! Sorry I didn't answer the first time, I was grabbing some water."

"It's fine.... Can I talk to you about something?"

She sounded hesitant, as if she was nervous about bringing it up.

"Of course, you shouldn't even ask. I'm always here." I reminded her.

Danielle took a deep breath. "This time difference is killing me! I've been so caught up in this dance camp, and I want to talk to you like all the time, but I also want to explore New Zealand in my free time, which isn't a lot.. I don't know what to do Liam."

I know that something is bothering her because she almost never uses my name unless she's serious.

"Well, I want to talk to you everyday as well, I miss you so much Danielle, but I know that we only have a month left. It will be long, but I have been gone for six months, we can handle this."

I heard her sigh. "I know we can do it Liam! It's just that I want to do so much stuff here in my free time, but I always remember to call you because I want to hear your voice. I have so many emotions right now." The frustration in her voice was evident. I knew what I had to do in order to make her happy and do the things she wants to do. It's not everyday she's in another country.