And It All Started With... Twitter? (Liam Payne Love Story)

Oblivion 。l.s & h.s 。

Here's a spoiler of my new story for you guys! It might be done around September, maybe October. I start school soon, so my main focus is my school work. But here's a preview of what's to come!

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"Damn, it's freezing. I'll go check the heater." Harry got up, much to my dismay, and left for the basement.

I shivered and rubbed my hands up and down my arms. It was so cold.

I turned towards the fire, the flames becoming interesting. They looked so... Inviting. Warm. Welcoming. Most importantly, warm.

Harry came back a few minutes later. "Heater isn't broken. I don't know why it's so- Are you okay?"

I continued to stare at the flames.

"Elisabeth?" He sat next to me and waved his hand in my face. "Hello?"

The fire burned up the wood in the fire place. I bet it was warmer in there than in the house.

He eventually stood right in front of me, blocking the view. I blinked a few times before turning to him.

"Anything wrong with the heater?" I asked.

He gave me a weird look. "No... Are you okay?"

I nodded, giving him a weird look. "Are YOU okay?"

"Yeah..." He kept giving me that weird look. "You just... Never mind."

"I spaced out again, didn't I?" I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

He nodded and sat next to me. "Has this always happened?"

"It started when..." I bit my lip. It all started when Liam was laid to rest. The day of his funeral and so forth.

"When?" Harry asked.

"When my boyfriend died." I mumbled.

"Oh. Right."

It was silent between us now. I felt terrible. How could I just forget Liam like that? How could I just forget about the love of my life?

I was so wrapped up with Harry that I forgot. I didn't want to forget. I wanted to hold onto the memories. If I did that, then maybe, just maybe, Liam wouldn't completely be dead to me.

He was still alive in my thoughts and in my heart. I wanted him to stay alive as long as I could hold onto him. But I was going crazy.

I stood up and grabbed my bag. "I think I should go."

Harry stood up with me. "If that's what you really want to do."

I nodded. "Harry, I'm sorry. I just- I don't know."

"Are you okay?"

"Stop asking that. Just please stop asking that." I sighed. "I just- I have to go. I'm really sorry."

"I understand. You're not quite over it yet." He said. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I can... I can drive you home?"

"No, I think I'll just walk. Thanks for the offer, though." I smiled a little. "Bye, Harry."

He kissed me on my cheek before walking me out.

I felt bad for leaving him like that. Harry was a great guy; a guy that I saw myself in a relationship with- in the distant future. I was too caught up with my own thoughts and problems. Harry didn't need a girlfriend with so much baggage. He didn't deserve a girl that cried all of the time and spaced out at random moments.

I walked down the street, my feet leading me wherever I needed to be. I needed to be somewhere.

Liam was constantly on my mind. I wanted to hold onto the memory. I would have done anything just to be in Liam's arms again...to run my hands across his toned chest, along his biceps...

My feet came to a halt. My eyes scanned the area around me. The puddle of blood was still in the same spot; stained to the dark ground as a reminder of what happened.

I was there. Out of all the places to be, my feet had to bring me there? My aching heart wouldn't be mended by this horrid place. The place of my nightmares... The place where my nightmare came true.

I fell to my knees in front of the blood stain, not caring about the cold, wet snow. Tears fell from my eyes like a waterfall- a waterfall of death, sadness, and anger.

"Liam..." I cried. "I'm so s-sorry that I d-didn't save you. I could h-have taken the b-b-bullet. I know I c-could have. I could have s-saved you."

Silence was all the only response.

"I would do ANYTHING just to have you back!" I sobbed. "Anything! I still love you!"

Silence. It drove me crazy. I wanted an answer! I wanted to know that everything was going to be okay! I wanted Liam back.

I slammed my fists down on the ground; the cold snow not even bothering me.

"Come back! Come back!" I punched the ground, attempting to take my anger out. It wasn't working.,

I screamed. I cried. I groaned. I assaulted the ground. I wanted to tear the world apart, just to feel Liam's lips on mine again. I wanted to feel the happiness that I felt when his stubble tickled my cheeks.

Nothing happened. I was there, in the middle of an abandoned Mini Mart parking lot, looking like a fool as I attempted to open up the ground.

"Elisabeth."

"Liam please!"

"Elisabeth."

"Liam?" I stopped my attack and wiped my tears away. "LiLi?"

No answer. I cried harder.

"LiLi please!" I sobbed. "I'm sorry th-that I didn't save y-you!"

"Don't cry, beautiful..."

What was I hearing? Who was I hearing? Was it my subconscious, creating the voice of Liam to mend my broken heart?

I clawed at the ground again. "Liam!"

Someone's arms were suddenly around my waist, lifting me up off of the ground. "Beth, shh. I got you. It's okay."

"LiLi?" That couldn't be happening. Liam was...gone. How was he there with me?

"No, it's Harry. Come on, I'll take you home."

My smile fell. "No, I want Liam!"

"He's gone. He's not here, Elisabeth." Harry held me to him. "He's gone."

"NO!" I screamed. I hit him in rage, but he still held onto me. "I want Liam!"

"I know you do." He grabbed my fists. "But he's not here. He's gone."

"...Gone?" I whispered. "He's gone?"

Harry nodded slowly.

The next thing I knew, I had collapsed in his arms, sobbing into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me tight.

"I got you now. You'll be okay." He whispered. "You'll be okay."