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liam - misunderstanding

I'm so excited because today, my boyfriend, Liam, is returning from tour and I missed him so much! He texted me to meet him at the airport, and of course, I do not object. It is announced that his flight has landed, and I can feel the entire zoo rise in my stomach. Not even minutes later do the crowds of fan girls explode into screams. Paul and the other security guys struggle to hold them back, but they manage. Liam is the first to exit the hallway and come into sight. He flashes me a bright smile as we both walk swiftly towards each other. We practically crash into each other, and I just wrap my arms around him, breathing in his cologne.

"I missed you, Beautiful." Liam whispers in my ear. I can feel the tears of joy come to my eyes.

"I missed you too, so, so much." I reply, turning my head inward so no one can see the happy tears cascading down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Liam asks, panic rising in his voice. I laugh at myself for being so cliché, but I pull back and wipe my cheeks.

"Everything is just perfect. I'm just so glad to have you here again." We hug for a few seconds more, and are soon escorted to my car by security. Liam insists on driving, so I hop into the passenger seat. I love it when Liam comes back from tour. We just can't get enough of each other. At our shared flat, we curl up on the couch and just watch movies for the rest of the night.

In the morning when I wake up, Liam isn't next to me like he always is, so I get up and look for him. I find him at the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal. I am a little confused since we always make breakfast together if he doesn't have work, or I don't have class, but I brush it off as him being out of routine and get myself a bowl as well.

"Morning, babe." He says as soon as he sees me.

"Good morning." I say as 'n stand on my toes toe reach the cereal box. We continue our usual morning chatter, Liam being a little more quiet than usual, but again I just brush it off as jet lag or something.

"So, what do you want to do today babe?" I ask Liam.

"Oh, I need to go see Simon with the boys, and then I think we're going to get lunch or something, and then probably go to Niall's, so I'll be back tonight at like eight, or so." He says, putting his bowl in the sink. I frown. He has barely seen me in 7 months, and now he's already going to the boys again? I decide to let him just go; he's probably just got some band stuff to do with them. I hang around the house, tidying up here and there, and get my stuff ready for class tomorrow.

Liam is home at eight, like he promised, but when I suggest watching a movie, he reckons he is tired and wants to go to sleep. I agree to join him, and we go to bed. He doesn't cuddle me like usual. After fifteen minutes of lying on my back, I turn my head to face him. He is lying on his back too, and I decide to lay my hand in his so we were at least touching in some way. I miss his touch. I miss him.

As soon as I rest my hand on his, he shoves it off. "No, it's too hot. I don't want you touching me." He says harshly. I feel a lump rise in my throat, and lie back on my side of the bed. I turn on my side so my back is facing Liam. Even though it is a little hot and Liam is here, I had never felt so cold and alone in my entire life.

Liam and I repeat the same routine as yesterday. We're doing everything separately. I make efforts to spark up a conversation, but he just seems to ignore them. I think he would maybe appreciate it if I cooked him dinner. So after my classes, I buy the ingredients for his favourite dish, roast beef, with potatoes and pumpkin. It takes me about an hour to prepare everything, and when he steps through the door at 6, the table is set and everything is ready.

"I'm home!" He calls as he closes the door behind him.

"Hi! I'm in the kitchen." I call back. When he steps in, he gives me a quick peck on the cheek.