Collection of Imagines/One-Shots

Liam Payne: Let Go

this is based on the song let go by Lucy Spraggan.

hope you guys like it xx :D
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Your P.O.V

As I hold the phone up to my ear and listen to the words spoken in the voicemail once again, a single shimmering tear slips out of my eye and falls elegantly down my cheek.

“Hey (Y/N), it's me... um Liam. I don't really know how to say this but um... I... I don't really think things are working out between us. I... I... I'm sorry.”

That's how he decides to end it? With a voicemail? No second call, no letter, no visit, not even a text, nothing but a choked up voicemail that explains nothing. Another tear escaped from my eye gracefully following the same path as the last. How could he? After everything we’d been through together. More tears threaten to chose the same fate as the first two but I'm quick to wipe them away. I don't cry and I'm not going to start now.

Should I be angry? Should I be upset? Should I be confused? I just don't know.

I sit on my bed with me knees hugged against my chest for what seems like hours just thinking and wondering what I should do. I eventually decided against going round there knowing I will probably just cry in his face, so instead I just decide to try and call him.

I pick up my mobile and dial his landline. After a few rings a familiar voice says hello.

“Hello?” he sniffles

“hey, um... what’s going on?”

“(Y/N)?”

“yes Liam?”

“I'm sorry (Y/N) I really am I just can't do this anymore. I'm sorry. Trust me when I say it's not...”

“it's not me it's you right? Your really going to give me that cheesy crap?” I ask now starting to get upset and a little angry.

“(Y/N) I never meant to hurt you I love you I just can't be with you right now. I'm sorry... Goodbye (Y/N).”

“Liam wait i...” I'm cut short by the sound of the dial tone.

I drop the phone from my ear onto my bed and take a shaky breath out.

 Okay so maybe I am crying.

 

I think to myself as I become more and more aware of the wetness on my cheeks. I sniff and wipe my eyes deciding that I'm not going to cry anymore, only to fail immediately as the tears start to spill out of my eyes. I loved Liam. A lot. And I thought he loved me but I obviously thought wrong. I will get over him.

I have to get over him.

I want to get over him.

          .          .         2 years Later          .          .

I get home from a busy day at work and place my keys on the table in the hall. I walk through to the kitchen to find my amazing boyfriend, (Y/BF/N), cooking dinner. I smile to myself, staying quiet I decide to sneak up behind him. Once behind him I wrap my arms around him, surprising him a little. I press my lips to his shoulder and as he looks round at me I pinch one of the pieces of carrot he was just cutting.

“Oy you.” He says pretending to be offended.

“Sorry,” I giggle. He smiles.

“you’re going to have to pay the price for that you know?”

“and what would that be?” I ask with a flirtatious grin.

He returns my smile and presses his lips to mine.

“that.” He grinned, I laugh.

“I’ll be in the bedroom if you need me.” I call walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Once in the bedroom I take off my shoes and get changed into my PJ’s. I flop onto the bed, exhausted. As I stare up at the ceiling a thought I haven’t had in what seems like forever pops into my head.

I wonder how Liam is.

 

I have heard alot about him being ‘the Liam Payne from one direction’ but not much else if I'm honest. I shrug off the thought as another, more positive thought pops into my head.

I'm happy. Truly, honestly happy right now.

 

With a wonderful boyfriend, an amazing job, fabulous friends and a trustworthy family, I really am happy...

I sit for about ten minutes thinking about my life and how happy I am with it before my thoughts are interrupted by (Y/BF/N) calling me back downstairs for dinner.

After dinner I reluctantly say goodbye to my boyfriend and collapse on the sofa. Putting on the T.V I take a deep breath, sighing, I really am tired, absolutely shattered. That's when I hear the doorbell. I sigh again, moving from my comfy spot on the sofa. Opening the door my breath is caught in my throat as I stare in awe at the figure stood in front of me...

Liam

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you (Y/N)”

“Why? You left. You don't care. You never did.”

“I know I left but I did care and I never stopped caring about you (Y/N)”

“Excuse me if I find that hard to believe.” Liam sighs and there is an awkward moment of silence.

“Babe, I said I loved you, that you could trust me, that I’d never leave you if things got ugly. I blew all my chances, staid all your boundaries but I still need you. I'm nothing without you (Y/N)”

There is another long silence. Suddenly without warning he grabs my hand, attempting to intertwine our fingers like we once did. I look at our hands and back at Liam with a confused look on my face. It just doesn’t feel the same as it did two years ago. I slowly shake my head and let go of his hand.

“no Liam. You left me and it hurt. I've moved on. So goodbye Liam. Just... just... let go.”

I shut the door before he has the chance to reply hoping he will take my advice and let go of our past, let go of us. Just...

Let Go.