Ditto || l.p

Ch.24- taking the next step

-Liam-

I squeezed the pillow tight in my hand as I scrolled through twitter, only hating everything I saw.

Sure, there was the occasional, "I love you, Liam!" or even some explaining how I had saved someone's life. Those messages made me happier than anything in the world, no doubt.

But lately, I've hardly seen those anymore. Now, all I see is disgusting comments. Some about me, some about Ashley, and then others about us both.

It was like a never-ending tunnel of hate. In-between some there would be a tweet saying, "Liam is gonna see this and feel horrible," and boy, are those people right.

A majority of the tweets were asking who Ashley was and why she was near 'their Liam' as if every one of our fans simultaneously owned me.

I opened a new tweet and began typing. I couldn't let all of these people say such things about Ashley when she deserved none of it. I had to stop it before she saw it herself because I knew it would crush her. We weren't even dating, why does everyone have to freak out?

Ouch, that thought kind of hurt. I wouldn't mind if we were dating.

'She's none of your business and you have no right to label her things when you've not met her. Leave me and her alone, please.' I read it over and over again, reassuring myself that it won't make things worse, though I doubted it wouldn't get worse. It was the nicest way I could put it, nevertheless.

"Hey, whatcha doing?" Startled, I looked up at Ashley who was standing over me with another one of her mischievous grins.

"Just catching up on the trends," I shrugged and switched to the 'Discover' tab.

"Sounds kind of boring," she comments and sits down next to me, curling her legs beneath her like she did so very often. I loved it when she did that, and I couldn't ever figure out why. "Why would you want to follow what everyone is doing? That's unoriginal as hell."

"It is," I nod my head and put my mobile down, locking it. "Um, you don't use twitter very often..do you?"

"Not really. I don't have a whole lot to tweet about," she took her turn to shrug. "Why? Nothing to stalk?"

"Your account is very boring," I agreed and smiled as she laughed. I fought the urge to bring her closer to me and hold her in my arms, but I couldn't resist. She was just too addicting.

"Oh yay, more cuddling!" she giggled and hugged my figure, pressing her head against my chest.

"Remember when you said Oscar was cuter than you? Well, I absolutely disagree."

"Don't make me blush, Liam Payne," she sighed against my chest. I couldn't see her from this angle, but I knew her eyes were closed and she had a smile on her face.

Placing a piece of her hair behind her ear, I whispered, "I like it when you blush."

"Well I like it when you blush, so," she lifted her head up to look at me and poked my dimple for the umpteenth time since we met. I felt my cheeks turn hot and she began giggling, resting her head back down.

"Have you packed yet? We're leaving in two days," I remind her. She quickly sits up, eyes wide.

"Shit," she whispers and runs off down the hall into her room. I frowned, already missing the feeling of her in my arms.

I realized then, that when I thought I loved Rebecca, I was wrong. I loved her face and body, not her. But Ashley..it's all of the other things that make her up. Of course, she's beautiful and has an amazing figure, but that's just a bonus compared to everything else.