No Filter

Chapter XXXIII (33) (Part II)

Ally's POV

I tuck my hands in the pocket of my coat. Demi and Selena were in their car. Their car was parked in front of mine by the curb. I look back at Dinah, Normani, Camila, and Lauren. They all stood on the steps of the house. I gave them a wave.

"I'll see you guys next time," I said.

"Don't forget to call, text, video chat," Dinah says. "Because we're going to be waiting."

I chuckle and nod my head. "Don't worry. I'll write it in my plan book."

I shift my eyes a couple inches and look at the house. I'm going to miss this place. This house wasn't my childhood home, but it was filled with great memories with my mom, with my dad and brother, the girls, and Liam. I really hope he reads the letters after I'm gone because I don't know how I can confront him afterwards without losing it.

The girls all run and pull into another group hug. I can hear all their quiet sobs, and my lips quiver from the sound. "I'm going to miss you guys so much," I said. "But I'll visit. I promise I will."

They all nod their heads. After a long moment, we all pull apart, and I give them one last wave of goodbye before I walk to my car. I sat behind the wheels and turn on the engine. Demi was the driver in their car. She begins to drive, and I waited until she was at a good distance before I press on the accelerator. However, Demi steps on the brake before I can begin. I roll my window down and peek my head out. A car was parked in front Demi's car. My eyes shot up, seeing Liam getting out of the car.

His eyes dart on me, and I lower my head, not wanting to see the look on his face. My heart races faster by the footsteps I hear.

"Ally," he pants as he approaches my window. I didn't look up. "Why are you leaving?"

"Liam, it's all in the letters," I said, swallowing after.

"If it's because your mum is...gone," he manages to say, "is the reason, then stay for me. You have me still."

I look at him and see the worry in his eyes. "Liam," I begin, "I don't. You're going to have a family that you're going to take care of. I don't. My family is broken. I'm broken. And you can't deny that we aren't. Because I know that I already lost you, and you already lost me."

He shakes his head. "No, I don't believe that. Get out of the car and unpack. You're not leaving me."

I shake my head. "I'm not leaving you. I'm giving you some space."

He flares his nostrils. In a few seconds, he glances at the backseats and walks to the backdoor. He pulls the handle, and door swings open. I see him grabbing one of my suitcases. He begins to walk to the house, and I unbuckle my seatbelt and got out of the car. I follow after him and catch up to him on the driveway. I grab his arm that held my suitcase, and he stops in his steps. "Liam, stop," I said. "You can't just force me to stay."

He turns and looks at me, but his head lowers. I feel the tension easing away. I swallow hard and slide my hands down his arm to his wrist and then his hands to his fingers around the handle of my suitcase. "Please let me go," I said. "I-I can't stay."

"Why?" He asks. He raises his head and repeats, "Why?"

"If you read the letters, you would know," I answer.

"Is it because Cheryl's pregnant?" He questions.

I shake my head instantly. "No. God, no. I said what is true. I am so happy for you two. But I can't stay. If I do, what I'm feeling is going to hurt a lot more. So please support me, like I supported you. Can you do that?"