They Don't Know About Us (A Liam Payne 1D Story)

1. ~Nightmares & Worry~

Wails of agony and pain ripped through the dark flat, seeming to shake the whole house. As my body tremored and shook, I gasped for breath that I just couldn’t reach. I needed to breathe. I needed to calm down, but it was merely impossible. After all we’d been through, after all he’d been through, I was suffering. I screamed, unable to contain it. Bawling my eyes out, I couldn’t see. I was literally blinded by sadness. I just hugged my legs, trying to calm down, catch a breath, slip back into normality. I couldn’t.

The door burst open.

“Amelia! Mil, I’m right here! Shh, darling, it’s alright, I’m right here!” Liam yelled, rushing into the bedroom from the bathroom. He literally dove into the bed and scooped me up, clutching me in his arms. I tried to calm down, but once again, I couldn’t. I just shook and cried. He rubbed my back and pulled me into his chest, my body curled into him. He stroked my back and tangled his fingers in my tussled aburn hair, kissing my head. He slowly rocked me as I screamed.

“Shh, I’ll never leave you…just take a deep breath…tell me darling…tell me what happened.” He murmured slowly. I was starting to calm down, but was still shaking violently.

“…the…I…they…” I stuttered, my tongue tied.

“More dreams?” he asked me. I nodded slowly and he turned so I was staring up at him with my bloodshot eyes.

“Liam,” I whispered with my cracked voice.

“Shh, baby, it’s all going to be alright.” He promised. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you. Tell me…talk to me darling.”

“T-they were t-there ag-gain.” I stammered. “I-I was on to-op of a b-building-g and t-they were p-pushing me o-off. Y-yelling at me…I couldn’t m-move…fell to my death…oh Liam!” I cried, burying my face in his chest. The uncontrollable sobs began again and he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, grazing my lobe with his soft lips.

I cried myself back to sleep that night, like I had so many other times. It was a regular occurrence, really. I had those bloody nightmares almost every night. Liam was furious; after all we’d been through, after all the pain he’d suffered…it was too much. He didn’t need this. I didn’t need this. But most of all, we didn’t need this.

When I awoke the next morning, my cheeks were sticky from tears and my throat was sore from screaming. My eyes burned. I felt weak.

Liam was awake, holding me in his arms. I peeked up at him, only to find his brown eyes darkened with anger and hate.

“Don’t hate me,” I whispered.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, love. Besides, I could never hate you.” He promised, pecking my forehead.

“You’re upset, I can tell.” I offered softly. He sighed, twisting an aburn wave of mine in his fingers.

“This shit ends today,” was his only reply.

"Liam, please. Calm down."

"Amelia, this has gone too far. I'm calling Simon. We're doing an interview and I'm gonna tell everyone to fuck off!"

"Liam, language." I said. He hated cursing. I watched my boyfriend rub his temple.

"I'm just so angry. You're so beautiful, Amelia. You don't deserve this hate." He told me, kissing my lips. I sighed.

"Liam, don't do anything. The hate isn't as bad as before." I lied. His face was hard and upset. I wrapped my arms around him. "Let's go out today! We'll have a milkshake, get some pizza. Junk food day with Daddy Direction!" I said. I watched as his lip curved into a smile.

"Can we go to the Disney  Store at the mall?" he asked quietly. I laughed and pecked his lips.

"Go shower; Disney store and chocolate milkshakes here we come!" I said, going to shower. He went into the other bathroom, downstairs. 

The one thing I hated more than getting hate was the pain it caused Liam. After what he'd been through with Danielle, he was fragile. He didn't want to loose me like he lost Dani, Harry had told me this. I hated watching him suffer. I would never leave him, not if I got all the hate in the world. Liam loves me and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

I washed my hair and dried it quickly. I only applied mascara, afraid of people saying I wear too much makeup. I then dressed in a longsleeved t-shirt (to hide my scars), a jean jacket with leather sleeves, a pair of black skinnies and converse high tops. People think I'm a beard. People think I try too hard. People think I'm a back-stabbing bitch who stole my best friend's boyfriend. It's all rather harsh. I'm just your average girl.

I walked downstairs and grabbed my iphone. Scrolling through my mentions, I found that most of it was hate. A familiar sensation rushed over my skin and I felt nervous, anxious. My body longed to release whatever emotion this was welling up inside of me. Be strong Amelia! Don't give up, cutting is beneath you! You don't need it, don't give up...

Yet, I gave up.

I raced into the study, closed the door and took out my razor, from my purse. I could hear Liam coming out of the bathroom. Quickly, I pressed the metal to my skin and slit my forearm, gasping from the pain, but soon sighing in relief. 

I pressed a tissue to the cut until it stopped, then threw the tool back into my purse. I didn't want to do that anymore, but I had to. Cutting was a simple way to deal with my anxioty. Liam didn't notice. I hid it pretty well. When we were intimate, I never allowed him to take my shirt off. We didn't shower together anymore. Long sleeves and bracletes. I could handle that.

I fixed my clothes and went back into the kitchen. Liam was casually leaning against the counter, watching me as I picked up my phone. Closing out of twitter, I shrugged and put my phone away.

"Hey babe, ready to go?" I asked. He nodded slowly.

"Are you okay? I saw your mentions, love." his brown eyes were deep with worry and anxioty.

"Liam, I'm a big girl." I assured him.

"A big girl who cries at night." He said, worrying about me. His voice was soft and he looked upset. I sighed and smiled.

"Let's just go and have some fun. C'mon, I'll buy you that milkshake." I promised, pulling his hand. He sighed, but agreed and followed me out the door, to his car. He was worried. Guess I'd have to stop waking up crying. Maybe I'll move back into my flat. I watched London out the window, wishing I was a normal girl and Liam was a normal boy.