Always Waiting

Haunted

Abigail’s POV (Haunted- Taylor Swift.)

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My hands started to shake as I began to make my way back to the hotel. I was hoping they were home but at the same time I wasn’t. Then I’d have more time to think. I took a deep breath.  I washed my face a few times till my face returned mostly to its normal color. My breath became shaky, that probably wasn’t changing anytime soon. I took a deep breath before heading for their door.  

Don’t do this! It’s not worth it.

Going through with the plan isn’t worth it. None of this was… I’ll apologize to Zayn say bye to everyone and leave. Forever.

I took a deep breath and forced my hand onto the door. I stood for a minute with my fist next to the door before I finally got the courage to knock… *KNOCK!* One loud knock sounded from the door. It flew open quickly revealing the one person I didn’t want to see.

“What do you want?” His voice was cold. I sighed I don’t know why he hated me… and seemed so mad at me…

“Is Zayn there?” I asked sounding more confident than I actually am.

“No.” He cracked a finger on his left hand. That liar.

“Why are you lying?” I asked before I could stop myself.

“I’m not!” He defended. “Why do you want Zayn anyway?”

“You crack your fingers when you lie.” I accused ignoring his question.

“I do not.” He fiddled with his fingers.

“Yes you do.” I said glaring at him slightly. “And I just need to speak with him.”

“Well too bad he’s not here.” You could almost see the anger bubbling up inside him.

“Chill out mate.” Louis spoke slowly putting a hand on Liam’s shoulder.

“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Liam growled. Louis stepped back quickly. My eyes widen slightly, so did Harry and Niall’s.

“Don’t take your anger out on the innocent Li.” I spoke, sounding way more confident than I was. Underneath my heart was beating like a drum, if he couldn’t hear that then he could surely see the fear in my eyes. My plan on what I was going to do had suddenly disappeared. I’ve seen Liam mad before, but I’ve never seen him like this.

“GO AWAY!” He snapped.

 This is good! Now just say “fine, sorry”. And walk away! You can continue on with the PLAN!

No more plan.

“NO!” I said trying to refrain myself from yelling. “He didn’t do anything wrong.” I took a deep breathe. Liam looked at me his eyes were still cold, and angry. “He’s your friend! No need to turn on him!” my eyes widened quickly at realization of what I said. OOPS…

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!” He yelled.

“What’s going on?” Zayn suddenly appeared next to the boys who were sitting on the couch.

“Yea keep telling yourself that.” I said giving him a glare. I turned to Zayn to keep myself from yelling at Liam and ruining everything.  “Zayn can I talk to you for a second?”

“What is your problem with me?” Liam asked completely ignore my last statement.

“Please?” I asked Zayn.

“Uhh.. sure…” Zayn muttered. I ducked under Liam’s arm and quickly walked back into a bedroom.

“What was that?” Zayn asked slowly, sitting on the bed.

“I honestly have no idea…” I sighed not wanting to think about it. “I just wanted to tell you the plan is off.”

He just nodded and looked at me to continue. “Okay, good.”

“And that I’m leaving.” I continued. NOOOO!!! “I’ve caused nothing but trouble, which was my plan, sort of, but it’s not worth it…”

“I’m glad your over that whole revenge thing but do you really have to leave?” He looked into my eyes. I’m going to miss those chocolate eyes…

“I do, that thing with Li, proved it…” I looked down “I’m sorry… I wish I didn’t have to.”

“You have my number, at least text me or call if you need anything.” He asked.

I shook my head. “I’ve done nothing but ruin everyone’s lives. You all saw Liam’s scariest, darkest side. You won’t be able to see him the same again…” I sighed. “I’m sorry.” I turned around and walked back into the family room where Harry, Niall, and Louis were all still sitting in shock. I stopped at the door.

“Sorry for everything guys.” I started looking at them all. “I’m out of your lives for good.” Everyone had confused looks in there eyes, except Zayn, He just looked like someone stabbed him, which I sort of did. Used him as a shield. “Just forget you ever met me.…” A tear rolled down my face.

“Wh-what about Charlotte?” Zayn asked. Of course he would.. Of course. “She was our friend.”

“You never met Char…” I said slowly, silently thanking Zayn. The boys deserved to know this. “I was Char.” Before any of them could say anything I closed their door and ran. I ran just like I did all those years ago. I left. Just like all those years ago, just like it.

I’ve rewritten this like five times and am still not happy with it. I’ve had writers block forever and an idea just suddenly came to me… So sorry for the late update and please don’t give up on this story!!!!!

Haunted-Taylor Swift