*Warning: slightly graphic abuse.*
-Liam's POV-
"Do you think they liked me?" Jill asked nervously as we walked out of my flat and rounded the corner. The night had gone surprisingly well, no surprises from Harry or Louis, and I couldn't have been happier. I pressed the button on the elevator and turned around to face her, my beautiful girlfriend, with a huge smile.
"Jill, they loved you, believe me," I took her tiny hands into my own and squeezed them reassuringly, causing her to smile in spite of herself. The elevator dinged and we hopped in, her leaning against my shoulder, looking quite tired. To me, it looked like she hadn't gotten much sleep recently, the dark circles under her eyes becoming very prominent. When I expressed my concerns to her, she waved me off, telling me that I worried too much. Which was true, I did worry a lot.
This past month with Jill had been absolutely incredible. I felt so lucky, lucky that she had deemed me worthy enough to be with. To many that would sound silly, considering I was the famous one. But in actuality, it was the other way around.
The media went crazy. Pictures of us walking the streets flooded the magazines, everyone curious as to who the mystery girl was, much like I had that night after meeting her. She coped with it well though, always friendly towards our fans, and stopping to talk to them when they addressed her. At first I was worried that she would call it quits because of all the attention that came with dating me. Thankfully, she stuck by me, just as I did for her.
I didn't think that I would ever find anybody that I could express my complex mind to, share all of my deepest and innermost thoughts. There were some things that I kept from Mallie, even. But Jill wanted to know it all, and I felt comfortable telling her everything. Often I would lay in her lap, her stroking my brown hair absentmindedly while I told her of my internal struggles with the fame, my homesickness, my longing for a normal life. Though I knew she couldn't sympathize with me on the fame aspect, she could with everything else in some way. whatever the situation. Something that I had needed so much.
When we exited the elevator, I walked her to her little black Honda that was parked in the underground garage. I watched as she let go of my hand and walked ahead of me, her dress flowing behind her perfectly, almost as if she was in some sort of commercial. She unlocked her car, placing her handbag in the front seat before facing me with a grin on her beautiful face.
"Get over here," she said, opening her arms for me. I closed the distance between us, feeling her hugging my neck tightly, her fingers tangling themselves in my hair. She pulled away slightly and kissed me, her lips soft and tasting faintly of strawberries. I smiled into the kiss and rested my forehead against hers, pure bliss coursing through my veins.
"I wish you didn't have to leave," i told her honestly, running my fingertips down her arms, confused as to whether she had goosebumps from me or the chilly weather. For my own pride, I decided that I was the reason behind them. She smiled halfheartedly.
"I know, babe, but my Mum needs to see me," she pecked my lips again, having to reach to do so, another cute little thing that she did that I loved. I wanted her to stay, damn it.
I gripped onto her wrists, in an attempt to wrap them around my neck to keep her from leaving. I let go in a haste when she suddenly gasped in pain, her face crinkled up as she tried her best to hide it. She bit her lip, and closed her eyes, backing away slightly.
"Jill? What's wrong?" I asked frantically. So many possibilities ran through my head at what could have happened. I instantly thought of the worst case ones due to the fact that I was an extreme pessimist when it came to those sort of things. When she didn't answer, I reached out a feeble hand to her, unsure as to what I was supposed to do, "Babe?"
