A Liam Payne Love Story

Chapter 5

RACHEL POV:

The next few days were slightly awkward. Me and Liam rarely talked like we used to. They were out right now at their last rehearsal before their first concert here in Australia. They should be home soon though. I decided I would turn on the television. The news was on, ew who watches the news. I was about to change the channel when stuff about One Direction popped up. I turned up the volume. “One Direction has recently been spotted with a girl who sources say is none other then Rachel Collins, the young girl who only just last year was raped and abused by her boyfriend, William Henry Michaels. Micheals, deceased, was 27 when he and Miss Collins started dating. He held her captive for a week until the police rescued her, shooting Michaels in the process. We hope this girl doesn’t bring trouble to 1D.”

I was shocked, did they really just talk about that… I was doing perfectly fine with my life until they had to just bring it back up. I knew the nightmares would come again. Those memories would scar me for the rest of my life and they had to go and talk about them. They didn’t know what its like. Most people don’t know what its like to have a gun to your head and are now alive to talk about it. People don’t get tattoos that says ‘Worthless’ because you’re boyfriend was mad at you and decided to tattoo that on the bottom of your foot so no one can see it. I turned the tv off and turned around and what I saw, didn’t make me feel great.

Standing there, was the five boys, who all looked equally shocked. Liam, I couldn’t even read his facial expression right now. I couldn’t tell what they were feeling. All I was wondering was, how much of that did they see? “Hi, guys, how was rehearsal?” I said, trying to smile, but failed. “Rachel…why? Why didn’t you tell me?” Liam said, looking into my eyes. That’s when I burst into tears and ran to my room. I heard someone chase after me, but I didn’t care. I just ran into my room and slammed the door shut. I lied on my bed and wept. The door opened and I felt someone sit on my bed. I turned around and saw Liam’s face. I knew he wanted to know the truth. I sat up and started to speak, before Liam interrupted. “You don’t have to tell me..” he said. “No, I need to, you need to know, I lied for so long, and you need to know… I met him at a party that my friends friend was hosting. I can still remember it, the smell of alcohol, and a whole lot of vomit. I didn’t want to be there, I wanted to leave. I was pretty sure I was the only one not drinking that night. I told my friend I was leaving, I’m not even sure if she knew what I was saying, I just wanted to get home. I was about to leave, that is, until I bumped into him. His light blue eyes, brown hair, he was gorgeous. We started talking for a bit and we exchanged numbers. That whole week we talked to each other. I found out his age but I didn’t care. I just knew I liked him…a lot. One day he asked me out and I was ecstatic. We got a lot closer and for weeks he treated me like a princess, I thought I was in love. I almost considered moving in with him. My parents then went away on a three week vacation. It gave me the perfect opportunity to be around him even more. I was at his house everyday, slept over there all the time while they were away too. One night, he got mad at me. He started getting aggressive.. and, he hit me. He apologized right after and I stupidly forgave him. The next night, he was kissing me and he wanted to do more but I didn’t. That was the first time he raped me. He ruined my first time. The next morning I was going to tell someone, but then he…he threatened to hurt my parents, but worst of all, he threatened to hurt you if I told anyone. He knew your were my best friend and he used that against me. He knew I would do whatever to protect you. I was raped about twice a day for the next week. I was hit constantly by him, but i never said anything to anyone cause he kept reminding me of what he would do to you. One night, he got very angry and he locked me in a closet for a few hours. When he unlocked it, someone else was there with him. He had something with him. At first I didn’t know what it was, but then I found out I was going to get a tattoo. When it was done, my foot was throbbing, I read the bottom of my left foot, and all it said in small little cursive letters, was Worthless. Because that night, that’s what I was to him. Until he used me for sex again, then I seemed to be not so worthless. Then it was the day my parents were coming home, Will didn’t like that I was going to be leaving him. He wouldn’t let me leave…he…he.. tied me up and kept me there. A few days later, we were found. He put a… a gun to my head and threatened me. I closed my eyes and I heard a gun shot. For a second I thought I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, there he was, lying on the floor, bleeding. I never told you this because I was ashamed. I felt used, and broken. I’m sorry Liam.” I said, finally finished the story. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me into a hug. “no, love. You have nothing to be sorry for, if only I didn’t leave you, this wouldn’t of happened.” He said. I couldn’t believe he was blaming himself. It wasn’t his fault. “Liam, it wasn’t your fault…I was just stupid.” I said, starting to break down into tears on his shirt. He kissed the top of my forehead, and this is how I fell asleep that night, in his arms.

LIAM POV:

I almost broke down in front of her while she told me the story, but I couldn’t do that. I had to be strong for my best friend. For the girl I loved. She fell asleep in my arms . I lied her down on the bed and I fell asleep with her in my arms.

RACHEL POV:

I woke up in Liam’s arms. It felt amazing. I could no longer hide it, I was in love with someone who would never love me back. I sighed, obviously loudly, because I woke up Liam. “Morning beautiful,” he said to me, wait, did he just call me beautiful? I must be hearing things. “hi,” I said shyly. “What do you say, would you like some breakfast?” he asked me. I nodded. “Haha, alright then.” He said, lifting me up and carrying me down to the kitchen. I was happy, until I saw the boys faces. I knew I needed to tell them. Liam must have noticed my face because he asked, “do you wanna tell them? You don’t have to. They’ll understand.” “No, I need to.” “Okay, do you want me to be there with you?” “No, I can do it by myself. Now… put me down so I can tell the boys and you can make me some fooooood!!” he placed me down and the floor, kissed my forehead and walked into the kitchen. The rest of the boys were all sitting in the living room. “Uh, guys, can I talk to you about something.” They all nodded, obviously knowing what I wanted to talk to them about.

YOU DON’T KNOW-O-O! YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!

The boys sang, while I, was backstage. I had told the rest of the boys this morning. I thought that they would treat me different. Like, I was some freak or something. But they didn’t. And I was happy for that.

The boys all came from off stage and they were all sweaty. “Eww! You guys smell bad!” I exclaimed. “Oh, love. You know you find our stink quite attractive.” Louis said. “Haha yeah in your dreams.” They all engulfed me in a hug. “EW! Get off me! You smell! Go shower!” I ordered. “yes mom!” Niall said. I shot him a look and he innocently smiled. I smiled back, I could never be mad at any of the boys. “You know.” Liam said, whispering in my ear, “You look quite gorgeous tonight.” I blushed and looked away, but I looked towards Harry who, of course had to comment. “Aww, you’re blushing. How cute.” I glared at him and all he did was smile brightly. I looked at Liam and he was looking at the floor. Wait, was he blushing too? Why? Hm, who knows.

When we got home Liam and I were the only ones who wanted to stay up. The other boys went up to bed while we stayed in the living room. We sat down on the couch and I could tell by Liams face that he wanted to ask me something. “Rachel, I uh, don’t want to make you feel like you have to answer this. You don’t, if you don’t wanna, but I just wanna know…Why didn’t you tell me?” sigh, I should of seen this coming. “Honestly Liam, I thought you would think differently of me. I didn’t want you to think of me as just a girl who was raped and abused. I never wanted you to look at me as if I were broken. I didn’t want things to change between us. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I just didn’t know how, I really really wanted to tell you.” “Rachel, I believe you. I want you to know that I would never ever look at you differently.” “You promise?” “I promise!” “Kay good. Well, im off to bed, goodnight Liam.” I said, before kissing his cheek.

“So, this is my bunk, Liams, Nialls, Zayns and Louis’ is this one. And yours is right here.” Harry said, pointing to each bunk as he said each name. We were back on the tour bus headed to Melbourne. “Okay, thanks Harry.” “No problem, love.”

Liam was in the shower when the rest of the boys confronted me. “Rachel, we need to talk to you.” Zayn stated. “Uh..okay, what about?” I asked, unsure of what was coming. “Do you like Liam?” Harry asked bluntly. “Of course I like him. He’s my best friend. Why wouldn’t I like him?” Harry facepalmed himself. “We mean like like…” Niall said. “Oh, well you can’t tell him this, please don’t, I do have feelings fro him, I know I shouldn’t but I do. I know he’ll never feel the same way so please, don’t tell him!” I pleaded. “Why do you think he will never feel that way?” Zayn asked curiously. “Because we’re best friends, he wouldn’t like me. Just trust me. Besides, he loves some other girl…probably some pretty ass model..” I muttered. Just at that moment Liam comes into the room. “What you bunch talking about?” “Nothing,” I said, before turning around and walking away.

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