Broken Promises

Chapter Twelve

Liam's POV

She  was actually going to talk to me. I didn't think that it would happen. It may not seem big, but Emerson is very stubborn, and it takes a lot of persuading to change her mind. I was thinking this the whole time we were walking to the restaurant. When we got there, I opened the door for her, and heard her mutter a 'thanks' to me.

We went to the counter and I let her order first, and before she could do anything, I put down the money needed for her order.

"Um, Liam? What are you doing? I was going to pay for that," Emerson exclaimed.

I smiled. "No, don't worry, I don't mind. It's the least I can do."

"Well then let me pay you back at least." She persisted.

I shook my head and was going to go to a table, but the woman who took our orders called out, "Um, you're Liam Payne, aren't you?" I turned around, a little shocked. Emerson went to go sit at a table.

"Erm, yeah." I wasn't exactly sure how to respond, since she looked at least in her mid-fifties.

"I'm Georgia, I listen to your music a lot, since my granddaughter is a huge fan. You're a fantastic singer! Could I get a picture and an autograph for my grand-daughter?" Georgia seemed almost as happy as a teenage fan.

"Sure Georgia! Do you have a pen? What's your granddaughter's name?" I asked.

She went to her purse and grabbed her phone and a pen and a sheet of paper then replied to my question,"Annabel."

I took her phone and took a picture of us then signed the paper. "It was lovely meeting you Georgia, and tell Annabel I said hello. Bye!" I said and walked over to the table Emerson was sitting at.

"That was really sweet." Vanessa said. I looked down at her and saw her biting her lower lip and looking down at the ground.

"Um, it's not biggie. I love our girls, they got us to where we are now... well I'm gonna go to the loo really quick, I'll be back." I suddenly was not feeling good again. It was a terrible feeling, really. I felt like I was going to throw up and just not stop. I haven't felt like this way in a long time.

I walked over to the restroom and closed and locked the door. I went over to the toilet, and waited for all that nasty stuff to come out. But it didn't. I dry heaved for what seemed like hours, but was really only about two minutes.

Dry heaving is worse then actual throwing up in a way. I took a deep breath and stood up. This was almost the second time today. I looked in the mirror, and my face was a pasty color. I splashed some water on my face, dried it off, and stepped out of the bathroom to find Emerson gone.

I looked over at a cleaning Georgia and decided not to bother her. I grabbed my order and walked out the door, shaking my head as my thoughts were racing.

This was worse than dry heaving.

Every time I feel that I am making progress with her, she runs away or she shuts me out. I remember a time when I used to be the person Emerson would go to for anything. We both bared our souls and heart to one another. I didn't think I would be able to find a connection like that with someone ever again. She was the best thing in my life, and it hurts so much to not be around her like we used to. I miss her.

I want to talk to her about it, but it will just go in through one ear and out the other. I just wanted.. I'm not sure what I wanted.

I reached Nandos and yanked the door open, took a deep breath and went into the building. I went to the counter and saw a woman with short black hair, Whitney, who knows all of us since we came in so often, but she knew more of Niall than any of us.