Torn and Tangled

Chapter 10 - I Still Love You

Liam's P.O.V

She pushed her lips onto mine. No, not pushed, forced. I'm trying to get her off me, gently moving her away, but it's like she's glued to my mouth. I feel horrible and I have no idea where this suddenly came from but all I care about is getting her off of me. I put my hands firmly onto her shoulders and push her away. She stumbles back, towards the other wall and I run the back of my hand across my mouth, I don't even want to look at her, I just stare at the ground and say, "W-what was that?" Then I hear a small voice say, "Liam? Georgia?" I look to my right. It's Chelsey. Oh my god. Oh. My. God. She saw it. She saw it all, and she might think I liked it, she might even think I did it first. "It's not what you think," I splutter out, furious. Georgia just smirks. Chelsey says, "Well, I hope not..." then she runs right past us and into her room. I try to grab at her arm, but she's too fast and she slams the door, I hear the lock click into place. "What was that for?!" I screech at Georgia. Georgia just shrugs and smiles, "Y'know you liked it." My eyes widen, "No. Actually. I did not like it. I'm dating Chelsey! I do not like you! Did that ever occur to you?" She doesn't even look fazed, she just looks at her nails then says, "Whatever." She slips out her hotel key card. I look at her, "Let me go talk to her. Alone." I reach for the key but she holds it out of my reach. "I think you've done enough," she laughs and swipes it, then quickly closes it behind her. I feel like banging my head against the wall. Where's Harry? He'd know what to do.

Zayn's P.O.V

Me and Harry are preparing for bed in the room we share together when we hear a quick knock at the door. I look up from my phone, sitting at the little kitchen table. Harry peers through the peep hole and then opens it. "What's up, Liam?" he says. Oh. Liam enters, sits on Harry's bed and puts his head in his hands. He's nearly in tears as he starts gushing, "Georgia! She, she, kissed me! Right in front of Chelsey!" My head snaps up and Liam notices me. He stares right at me and says, "I'm sorry, Zayn. She's...I don't know what's wrong...do you even get on with her?" I bite my lip, wow. I didn't expect Georgia to kiss Liam. Oh my god. Chelsey probably felt terrible. I felt terrible. But wait...this was perfect. Perfect! I could use this as an excuse to break up with Georgia, then, everything would be solved. I reply, "She's been acting a bit odd lately." Harry then blurts out, "I bet if you talk with Chelsey she'll understand, Liam. But, why would Georgia do that? Is she crazy?" Hazz looks at me apologetically, "Sorry, Zayn. To be talking about her like this..." I nodd my head, "I think it's over." Liam looks up, "What? What do you mean? You and Georgia? She flew across the world with you! Where's she going to go?" No matter how angry Liam Payne is, he's too caring. Too much.  I stutter, "She kissed you, Liam. I'm not dating someone who went behind my back." Harry gives me a weird look because he knows about my plan, he agreed with making Chelsey jealous. Other than him, only Niall knows. Then, Harry says, "I agree with you, Zayn. Time to call it off." I know what he's trying to say now, he thinks its time to call off my little scheme too, along with Georgia. Get over myself. Harry says, "Well, Georgia can always just come along the tour, as a friend. Or maybe when Eleanor visits tomorrow she can go back with her." I nod, "I'll tell her tomorrow." Liam looks up, his eyes swelling with tears, "I'm sorry, Zayn. And I didn't kiss her back, I don't like her and I wouldn't do that to you." Guilt eats at my insides, because of what I originally planned to do, and as I look at Liam I realize I was wrong. So utterly wrong. I get up and turn to the door, "I'm just gonna chat with Niall for a bit." They both nod, then Harry continues to explain to Liam exactly how he can get Chelsey to understand that Georgia kissed him and he didn't like it. I need to talk with Niall, make things better with him. I've screwed enough up.

Chelsey's P.O.V

I can't look at her. So when she walks in I head straight to the bathroom. Staring into the floor as I sit on the toilet, the lid down, tears stinging my eyes. He didn't do it, I think. He wouldn't have kissed her. Why is it so hard to believe it though? I see the thin line of light under the bathroom door turn dark, then I hear the bed creak as Georgia settles into a night's sleep. She's ruined everything. Can I really forgive her now?