one direction's mate (a vampire story)

forgotten?

forgotton?

Liam’s point of view

I looked at Charlie sadly; she then averted her gaze outside and looked out of the window. “Charlie you haven’t messed anything up. If anyone’s messed up it’s me and the boys. We are supposed to teach you our ways and we haven’t done a very good job. Maybe if you had understood then we would all understand each other” I told her sadly.

She looked up at me, tears sparkling in her beautiful eyes. “It won’t matter Liam, I’ve already caused too much trouble and I don’t know how to fix it” she told me trying not to cry.

I sighed and shook my head. “You haven’t done anything. I promise Charlie” I promised her.

She sighed and leant her head against my chest and she began to sing;

(All rights go to one directionJ)

‘Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain
I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days
She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones
Seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The ground beneath my feet is open wide
The way that I've been holding on too tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

Written on these walls are the colours that I can't change
Leave my heart open but it stays right here in its cage
I know that in the morning now I see us in the light upon a hill
Although I am broken, my heart is untamed, still

And I'll be gone, gone tonight
The fire beneath my feet is burning bright
The way that I've been holding on so tight
With nothing in between

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time... is frozen (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life
I give her hope
I spend her love
Until she's broke
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

And I'll be waiting for this time to come around
But baby running after you is like chasing the clouds

The story of my life
I take her home
I drive all night to keep her warm
And time is frozen
The story of my life
I give her hope (give her hope)
I spend her love
Until she's broke (until she's broke inside)
Inside
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)

The story of my life
The story of my life (the story of, the story of)
The story of my life’

When she finished I smiled at her and gave her a small clap. “Sorry I sing when I’m sad or depressed. Well anytime I’m feeling overly emotional really” she admitted.

(Is there any songs you guys would like to be shown in the story. If there is tell me or I can’t put them in. old songs or new songs. I’ll find a way to put them in.)

I smiled down at her. “So remember when we were back at your parent’s house and I saw that camera, why wouldn’t you tell the others” I asked her confused.

She shrugged and looked at the floor. “It’s embarrassing. I always thought that when I had found my mates I would give up everything for them. But I absolutely adore photography, ever since I was old enough to use one. It’s just unique because no photo can ever be the same unless you make duplicates. You can capture so many memories with a click of a button and I just thought that with me leaving all of my old memories behind… I would have to leave that one” she trailed off sadly.