The Script (Liam Payne)

Chapter 20

"I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it." - City Of Angels

Chapter Twenty

Tiara’s POV

We climb back on the yacht which was anchored for us. I remove my wet suite and my buoyancy control device followed by my fins only to sit in my new shirt and tracks. Liam does the same but it seems he is in his own world right now. He is completely oblivious to the fact that there are people around him. People like Roger and Lisa. People like me. But he looks like such a lost boy, it is difficult to get my eyes off him.

Everything is same as it was just an hour or two back. This yacht is taking us back to our island just how it got Liam and me here. The mountains, the rocks, the clouds forming above me, the waves of water dashing against our boat, the smell of the sea; everything is same just how it was a while back. Then why does everything feel so different? Why do I feel different even though this isn’t my first dive? Maybe that’s the reason I love underwater world so much that it gives me a new experience altogether.

Liam has his face burrowed in his hands. His hair is completely disheveled and this is that one time when he doesn’t care. He presses the fingers of his hands against his eyes, which may sooth him a little. But I very well know this feeling which won’t go even by closing your eyes, trying to relive that moment.

Time and circumstances change so rapidly that it is almost surprising to even think that I was more than angry and pissed off on this man just in the morning. And now I can’t believe he is the same man who gives me threats on a daily basis. He looks so tortured and vulnerable that all I want to do is hold his hand, even though I don’t know what I think about him or where do we stand. But sometimes, it’s better not to know about anything and just letting go.

My mind follows the events which happened in the morning after he left.

I hear the yacht siren and Liam, without any word, picks up is bag and leaves the room with a bang. He is still angry and I’m rescued for an entire day.

I pull myself up from the couch making my way to my bedroom. I’m immediately greeted by the memory the previous night brings and try to close my eyes, shooing them off for a while. I don’t have to think about this when I have tons of other things to concentrate about. I lie down on the bed since couches aren’t really the most comfortable things to sleep on. I shift to the other side of the bed when I realize I’m on his side. It won’t make any difference since he isn’t even here. But still as a precautionary measure, I glide to the other side.

Even if I make myself strong and adamant that I won’t let him get me like he always does, I’m fooling no one but myself. He always manages to touch the most sensitive part of my being without even trying and that’s the most frustrating thing ever. He doesn’t even understand how he manages to hurt me and not even care like I’m one of his stupid company’s employees. More two weeks, I remind myself.

I’m still in my thoughts when I hear a phone ring. I get up and look around the room but the sound is from the living room. Frustrated, I march into the living room again. I see Liam’s iPhone ringing on the table and pick it up. I’m sure he took it with him. What is it even doing here? I’m more than shocked to see my mother’s name flashing on his screen. The thing which shocks me furthermore is that a picture of my mother and me on my wedding day is his contact image for my mother. Both of us look so happy, I’m smiling in my gorgeous gown and she is glowing. We are terribly good at pretending. From where did he get this image?

I answer it before it gets disconnected since Liam is the only person on this island who gets a fair network.

“Hello?” I squeal, since I’ll be talking to her after almost a week.