It was 3 am and I couldn't sleep for anything. I tossed and turned on the bed, laid in different positions, moved the pillow, kicked the sheets on and off. Nothing I did put me to sleep. And it didn't help that Liam was lying in the bed next to mine, snoring louder than I had ever heard before.
I remembered him hiding his phone from me on the plane and decided now was a good of time as ever to see what had to be kept from me. I slid the covers off my body and quietly crept to Liam's bed. I snatched his mobile from the nightstand and quickly tiptoed back to my bed.
Squinting from the sudden bright light, I unlocked it - I'm surprised he doesn't have a passcode - and tapped on the twitter app.
I tapped my finger against the bed as it loaded, becoming more impatient the longer it took. Finally it loaded and I tapped on his timeline.
I didn't see anything strange, just a lot of tweets from fans that didn't even have a whole lot to do with Liam or any of the other boys. There were some goodnight tweets, some explaining what their plans were for the day, a few about the lads. But nothing that looked like it should be kept from me.
I decided to switch to his indirects and refreshed them, going to the most recent tweets to him. The very top one read, 'I'm so sorry, Liam. I'm sure Ashley is amazing, don't pay attention to what they say.'
I raised a brow in confusion, questioning the tweet in my mind. Who's 'they' and what are they saying?
I scrolled down farther and read another one, 'You could seriously do so much better. Why her, Liam? Rebecca was so much prettier.'
Well..yeah, I'm sure she was prettier than me. No doubt in my mind she was. But she broke Liam's heart and if the fan knew that she wouldn't have said that, I'm sure.
I sighed and scrolled some more, becoming a bit bored with the tweets. I couldn't understand why Liam wanted to keep this from me. What was so awful?
I returned to his timeline and refreshed it. 'Is Liam dating that girl or not? There's pictures of her holding hands with him AND Niall.'
I held my hand over my mouth to hold in my laughter. I loved confusing people and this was absolutely hysterical. I should switch hands from Niall and Liam more often.
'This Ashley girl is a joke. She looks like she should be spending her time in a gym rather than with Liam. I mean, Rebecca at least had a thigh gap!'
Okay..that one hurt a little. I didn't think having a thigh gap was so important. It shouldn't matter as long as you're healthy, right?
I brushed it off and refreshed the page again. The top one caught my eye faster than any of the others. 'Would it kill Liam's girlfriend to lose some weight? Like what does Liam even see in her anyways? She's not that pretty.'
My lip trembled as I scrolled down more. 'What is Liam doing? First he picks a gold digger, then he picks some ugly chick that wears a size extra large. Is he okay?' I wear a size medium..
I refreshed it again, hoping that was the end of the hateful tweets but they seemed to just be getting started. In almost all of them I saw my name and the words 'fat' or 'over-weight' put together.
A tear fell from my cheek and landed on Liam's screen. I wiped it off on my sweater and reluctantly scrolled through more of the comments.
'I bet that girl weighs more than Liam does! I doubt she could even fit into one of his shirts.' A pained sob escaped my lips as I locked Liam's mobile and threw it towards the bottom of the bed. I looked down at myself, straining to see through the tears. I never thought I looked that bad until now.
