Don't Ever Let Me Go

Chapter 1

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Maya

I hate him. Every picture I see of him makes me want to throw up. He's dirt on the bottom of my shoe, he's nothing to me. Not anymore. You may be slightly confused. My brother, a dickhead who I do not consider my brother any longer, is Liam Payne. He and I lived together before he jetted off to the X-Factor for the second time. He didn't even explain to me why he was going, or even where he was going. He just texted me.

He fucking texted me.

Maya! I'm going to XFactor! see u tnight x

I didn't see him that night, as he didn't return to our flat. He did, to collect some clothes, but I was at school, and he managed to dodge me. As far as I know, none of his fans or bandmates know about me, it'd be a bit of stretch if they even knew Liam had three sisters. Nicola and Ruth were very supportive when he first left, but after a few months, even they got bored of me.

Sometimes I get bored of me, too. My life is very mediocre, I live in a small flat in London, on my own, and I work part time in the DVD rental store down the street. I look after Liam's dog, Loki. Every morning it tears apart what's left of my heart when I see Loki curled up on the couch, it just reminds me of Liam. The way Liam used to pet him, and feed him and look after him so well.

Unsurprisingly, when I woke up this morning, One Direction's new single One Thing was blasting through my TV as Angela stretched out on my couch. Angela is my friend from university. She has long blonde hair, and dazzling green eyes that I envy so much. She lives in the apartment above me, and often she just walks into my place whenever she feels like it. We share everything, she's always at my flat, she's always eating my food, and vice versa. Angela loves Loki, too, so everything just seems to work well.

"Angie, you're feet stink," I complained, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Angela craned her neck to get a look at me, before scrunching up her nose and turning away from me.

"Maya, your face stinks," she mimicked. I rolled my eyes at her and trudged to the kitchen. I could smell the bacon aroma from Angela's breakfast, and I could also see the rashers that were left on the counter to cool off for Loki later on. I scraped the rashers onto a plate before fixing myself a bowl of cereal, the good kind. (Special K).

Angela squealed girlishly from the living room. I curiously gripped my spoon and my bowl in my hand and walked through to see her sat upright on the couch, Loki laid down at her feet. She perked up as I entered and pushed me down onto the recliner, almost making me spill the contents of my bowl down my pajamas.

"What are you screaming at?" I asked, tearing my gaze from Loki and looking up to her. She just smiled and pointed at the TV, her finger almost trembling as a picture of Harry Styles flashed onto the screen.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. Angie nodded quickly and raised her hand to her mouth, blocking out more squeals as she squirmed in her cross legged position on the couch. As I stared, I found myself envying Angela once again. Her hair would always be tied back in a messy bun, with loose strands falling around her face, and she always looked so effortlessly beautiful, and I only wished I could say that about myself. My hair looked horrific on a morning. I think everyone knew that.

Angie glanced over to me. "You're not excited? I thought you were going to start paying attention to modern music? We had an agreement!" she pouted and crossed her arms over her singlet. I scooped some of my Special K into my mouth and shrugged.

"It doesn't appeal to me," I argued. Angie rolled her eyes and turned the volume up to the shitty article that was being narrated over pictures of the band. When Liam's face popped up on the screen, I diverted my eyes to my cereal. "Plus, Liam sucks."