22 Times [Liam Payne]

Box. 1/2

[Ignore spelling errors. I wrote this on my iPhone :) Love you!]

Liam's POV

When this woman is unsatisfied with the man she's married, it frustrates me. It's been more than a week and she's still acting a bitty weird with me, she ignores me and even decides to sleep on the sofa. Twice this week, I had to forcibly drag her off from the sofa and even carry her into our bedroom. When I ask her what I did wrong, she cries and locks herself in the bathroom, having me stand against the door pleading her to get out.

My chest stings when she rejects my kisses and even my offer to take her to work.

I've found her asleep in the new green house in the backyard with a box of memories.

A box that consists with the many letters I've sent her while I'm away from home, pictures we've taken - not all of them, the majority are in some picture frames...

It's just a box that is filled with our love. It was her idea to have a box with all of that, so when we're mad at each other, we just open the box and read and remember the reason why we married. It helps us. Recently, Francis has been using that box but what I see, it's not helping.

Dinner isn't the same anymore, what we all do is argue and even push the plate and leave the kitchen.

I love her so damn much and I don't want to feel her rejection again.

"It's Saturday and I've got nothing to do."

Francis looks at me up from her laptop and raises an eyebrow, "So?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to cuddle," I slowly walk towards her, grasping her hand from the keyboards and pressing it against my bare chest, "I feel so cold without the warmth of your body."

"Look Liam," here it comes, "I have stuff to do and I really need to focus."

"Updating your blog every minute, take a break!" I whine and close the laptop in front of her. "Come on baby," I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her up to kiss her neck.

"Liam," she cups my face, "untie me from your arms, I must do my work."

"We're tied, we're glued, how can I let you go?" I smirk.

Francis only shakes her head and with that, I let her go and step back. I open the laptop for her and she sits back down.

"I love you Francis."

She doesn't answer and I sit next to her.

"Francis," I bounce my knee, "I love you."

"Me too," her voice breaks a bit, "too much to feel this way." She stands up closing her laptop and putting it under her arm, then with the other hand she grabs the water bottle.

"Feel what? Speak to me, what are you feeling?"

She walks away from the table and I'm left alone in the kitchen, staring down at the empty chair next to me.

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"So she literally left you in the kitchen?" Niall asks, "That's weird mate, and you sure you haven't done anything wrong?"

"Do you think Liam is capable of doing something wrong? I mean look at his fucking face," Harry points at me and Niall just shrugs with a little nod. I shake my head in agony and let my face drop on the palm of my hands, continuing to hear the lads converse.

"I've tried to talk to your girlfriend and all," I tell Louis, "she knows the reason and she told me I had to figure it out by myself."

"Eleanor hasn't told me anything and she won't," Louis kicks the ball towards Niall's chest and the ball falls. Niall kicks it towards me and I kick it to Zayn.