-Belle's POV-
"What the fuck?" are the first words that slip out of my mouth. I look around trying to find out where this loud noise is coming from. When I see that my phone is buzzing I curse it and almost get blind from the screen. I squint my eyes and after my eyes can readjust I see who it is. It's my dad.
"Hey dad, how are you doing?" I say as I close my eyes again.
"I'm fine sweetheart how are you? Did I wake you?" I distance my phone a little bit from my ear. His voice is too loud. I turn down the volume before opening my mouth to speak again.
"Yes you did, but don't worry about it my alarm clock would go off in about ten minutes anyways."
"Oh ok. I just wanted to see if you're alright and if you caught up with everyone."
"Mmhm, you know I studied when I was home so it wasn't that hard. How's mum?"
"She-she is doing fine. She stopped crying a few days ago." I finally open my eyes.
"Good. That's good." I rub the sleepiness away from my eyes. I feel so relieved, when I was home she cryed all the time it was hard seeing her like that.
"So I won't bother you anymore, just wanted to see if you're okay."
"I am, don't worry. Bye dad."
"Bye sweetheart." I hang up and look at the clock. I only had five more minutes. I think about the evening yesterday. The club was so boring, I mean they had nice furniture and equipment but the songs were crap, except the one where I was dancing with Liam. We were so close and it felt so intimate and I-I don't know what I should be thinking of that. I definitely liked it there is no doubt about that. But did he like it too? Arguments from before cross my mind again.
Are you completely insane to go out on a date with him?
You know I think too that you shouldn't be hanging out with him but I trust you okay?
They can trust me right? I am not doing anything dangerous or something. But is it wrong that I liked it? Is it wrong that want it to happen again so badly? Is it wrong that a dance is not enough? Is it wrong that I want more?
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I dress up and feel the two drinks from yesterday sometimes, especially when I bend down. It’s like my head’s deepest wish is to collide with the floor. I take some jeans and a sweatshirt and pull a beanie over my head. When I go downstairs into the kitchen most of the girls were already having breakfast. I greet them with a smile and take some milk out of the fridge and a bowl out to fill it with cereals. As I look to my right I see Ashley, she smiles slightly blushing. I send her a smile back but the most awkward one I ever did in my life. I look down at my cereal and then to Kimberly who is sitting right in front of me. She shares my awkward expression but then looks away. Why did she have to tell me? Now I can't behave normal around both of them, I can’t even look into Ashley’s eyes.
I finish my cereals and give the bowl into the dishwasher, grab my bag in the hall and rush out of the house.
"Hey hold on!" I hear London yell. I turn around when she reaches me.
"Can you give me a ride?" I nod and we walk towards my car and step in. I realize that we haven’t actually talked that much together. The school and the dates with Liam stress me out. I know that I told that I caught up but it actually is a lot, I still have to find a tutor for most of my classes. Plus I haven’t been paying much attention to them since I don’t know what the professors are talking about.
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My Constant (Liam Payne Fanfic)
Teen FictionWhat is the one thing that brings you back to reality? The one thing that helps you gain controll again? Is it something material like an object or something immaterial like a song? Or maybe it's a someone, someone you can hold onto, someone that gi...