Ditto || l.p

Ch.34- tears and apologies

Finally.

I felt amazing. I slept for almost twenty-four hours, but it was so worth it.

Liam was snoring softly on the sofa next to mine, looking cuter than ever. I quietly searched for my phone until I found it in the kitchen and snapped a photo of him.

Though Liam told me to stay off of social media, I kept the apps downloaded. I opened twitter and posted the photo with the caption, 'Snoring like crazy!'

I got millions of replies instantly, but I forced myself to log off before I saw something that upset me. "Ashley May? How are you feeling?"

"Ten million times better," I smiled and sat down next to Liam, leaning on his shoulder. "Good morning, Cheesehead."

"Oh thank God you're back to normal," he breathed out and kissed my temple. "Good morning."

"Back to normal?" I questioned, angling my body to better see his face.

"You were so out of it yesterday. You were giggling, telling me I smelled nice, saying weird things, and you even managed to get your birthdate wrong."

"I don't remember that. Actually, the last thing I remember is falling down in the kitchen. That's it," I shrugged.

"Weird. But you're okay now and well rested!" he cheered with a big smile.

"So..did you come in after the show or.."

"I didn't go," he shrugged. "I didn't want to leave you alone in case you woke up and I needed sleep just as much as you did."

"Liam, oh my God. You skipped one of your own concerts? Your fans are probably pissed!" I waited for him to explain, but all he did was shrug.

"Not really my problem."

"Liam," I frowned. Last time I checked, he loved his fans. Or at least he appreciated that they supported him. This isn't what appreciation sounded like.

"It's fine, alright? Harry promised to make sure they understood," he waved it off with a sigh. "What should we do today?"

"Liam, what's up?" I ignored his question with one of my own and sat up straight. There had to be something wrong, he never treats his career like this.

"Can't we talk about it later?" He laid his head back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. "Never mind, I know you won't let it go."

"You're right, I'm not going to. C'mon, what's going on?" I was never good at giving advice and quite frankly I didn't have much to give anyways, so this could go many different ways.

"They hate me," he muttered under his breath, hardly audible and kept his eyes glued to the ceiling.

"Who hates you?" I snorted, because it was hard to believe that someone could hate Liam. Everything about him was marvelous.

"The fans. And..Niall." He turned his head to the left to look at me, but quickly turned back. "Without me there, they probably had more fun than when I am there."

"Liam, that isn't true. Why would you think that?" I scooted closer to him and lightly touched his shoulder. He turned again to look at me, this time with glassy eyes. Oh, please don't cry.

"They-they're mad that I-and you, I'm not good enough, I, they-" he leaned forward and pressed his face into my shoulder. Unfortunately, with the way his body shook, I could tell his was now crying.

"Babe, calm down," I said softly, rubbing my hand over his back and desperately trying to comfort him, though I don't think it was working.

"I can't make anyone happy," he sobbed. His tears dripped through my shirt, causing it to stick to my skin but I let it go. Now wasn't a time for complaining.