- L I A M -
Everyone shuffled out of the room. "Oh Liam, can you take Valerie home, please," Demi asked. I smiled and nodded. "Thank you British Boy."
I chuckled and sat down. I checked my Twitter and decided to tweet some fans back. I heard the door opened, but I didn't look up. I knew that Valerie was in here. "Liam? I thought you left with the rest of the crew," Valerie slightly laughed.
I chuckled again for the second time in ten minutes. "They all left and I thought Harry would take you home, but I guess not. He was the first one to leave," I answered. "So Demi asked me to take you home. I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind at all," she said. She grabbed her bloody shirt off the bed. "Well let's go, we don't want to- let's just go."
I got up and opened the door for her. She smiled. "Thanks," I nodded. I walked out after she did. A nurse approached us.
"Valerie Reynolds, right?" Valerie nodded and smiled. "You're all set to go. I've already checked you out."
"Thank you so much," Valerie said. The nurse-who looked to be about 24 or 25-smiled and left. "What time is it?"
"Still 1 in the morning," I said checking the time. "It's going to be 2 in a few minutes."
We walked out in the nice summer air. We stood in front of the hospital for five minutes before either one of us talked. "We don't have a car to get back home do we, Liam," Valerie asked.
"Yeah, I barely realized that," I reply. "But I can call Paul or get a taxi-"
"No," Valerie said. "It's 2 in the morning. Let's just go walking to Demi's house, but no going through alleys please. After what just happened a few hours ago, I might need to buy a car."
"Yeah, you're right, but c'mon let's go," I said, yawning. "I'm tired and sleepy and-"
"Alright I get it, so am I." she said.
I had to walk slower than I usually do, because Valerie was on crutches. Probably should've mentioned that earlier. During the way I would stop and let her walk in front so I could walk at my regular pace.
"Liam you still behind me," Valerie asked.
"Yes, I am," I tell her. She sighs and I don't ask her anything. She stops walking and I walked a little faster to catch up to her. "Hey what's wrong-"
"They're right there," she panicked. She pointed to two men, trying not to let them see her. She put her head down and they looked our way.
"Well let's just go another way-"
"We can't," she told me. "Demi's house is just down the block and I am not walking another way, but I don't want to walk that way at the same time."
"Well we are walking through there, without them noticing you," I said. She looked at me and I had to think about it for a while. I put my arm around her neck. "Walk and put your head down." with my other hand, I put most of her hair in front of her face.
"Liam this isn't going to-"
"Shhh," I shushed her. I waited for us to take our turn to walk. When the light turned green and the walking sign turned on, I started walking and I told her to walk. She kept whispering things and I tried not to chuckle. I kept looking to my left, so I would look at the two men as we walked pass them.
"Did we pass them yet," she asked. I waited a few seconds to answer her question. "Liam?!"
"Yes," I responded. "I was waited a few more feet."
"For what," she asked.
"I don't . . . so you wouldn't get hurt again," I said.
- V A L E R I E -
I opened the door to the house very slowly. Because Demi could be sleeping or not, who knows, but I didn't want to wake her up. I motioned Liam to come in. "I think I'll just walk to the hotel," Liam murmured.
"Just come in," I whispered. "You can sleep on the extra bed in my room and it's too late for you to go to the hotel."
Liam sighed, but came in. I closed the door and locked it. Going up the stairs was harder than I thought, but I made it to the top, like 5 minutes later. I tried not to make so much noise. I opened my door and turned the lights on.
Liam closed the door behind him. I walked into my closet. I grabbed my sweats and a tank top. I walked, well not really, I have no clue what you call those people who, just never mind.
I went into the bathroom and shut the door. Trust me it took me a while to take my pants off, but I didn't have a hard time putting them on.
After I finally got my stupid skinny jeans off, I put my sweats on. I unbuttoned Harry's blazer and put on my purple tank top. I grabbed my clothes and walked out of the bathroom. I turned off the light before walking out or crutching out.
"You wouldn't mind taking my shoes off, right," I sat on my bed.
"No, I wouldn't mind," Liam walked over to me. He squatted down and started untying my shoes. "I see you have a picture of Harry when he was smaller and a before and after picture- how did you put your shoes on if you foot is wrapped."
"I have no clue," I told him. "Harry gave me the picture of him-when he was smaller-the night before I left and before the whole accident. The other one, I have no clue how it got there."
"So what did happen," Liam asked. "What happened that day you went to school. The last day, the day you last saw Harry?"
I hesitated at first, I didn't want to say anything. But I gave in. "Well, this might take a while so you might want to get comfortable," I told him. He chuckled and sat down next to me. "Well it was in January, and well we were walking back home to Harry's house. We ran into Alexis and Jake, while walking home.
"While Harry had an argument with Alexis, I went over to talk to Jake. He was the only popular guy who had been my only friend since Freshman year."
"What about Harry though," Liam questioned. "Wasn't he your friend?"
"Yeah, he was," I replied. "Anyways, I stayed at Harry's house that night. I woke up, because my stepfather would be mad at me, if he found out. Which he did, I didn't lie, because I knew it was no use.
"So I went to school that day and Jake decided . . . it was time for Alexis to know that he's always hung out with me. So got mad and she told me that my relationship with Harry was a fake, that is was just a stupid bet. After I left that day, I never saw Harry again, but I did Jake again, because he was my best friend."
"Hard to believe that Harry would do something like that," Liam said. "I mean, yeah, Harry's a flirt, but to mess with a girl, especially you, I just can't process the whole thing."
"I couldn't either, when I found out," I said. "But I faced that fact that, I was cheated on, and from that day I really never learned how to trust another guy, besides Jake and Niall, but I only told Niall, Demi, and Madison half the story. I guess now you are my number one person that I trust so far. I don't know why, but I have this feeling that I can trust you with anything."
"Well thanks it means a lot," Liam smiled. "I know you barely know me, but you can trust me with anything. I promise to keep my mouth shut about it." I chuckled. "So where's your friend Jake now?"
"I don't know actually," I said. "Last time I saw him, was when he said goodbye to me at the airport back in London. There was a couple times I ran into Harry. It was just so, hard. And all those times I had to buy a new shirt."
Liam laughed. "Really," I nodded. "But how? And he never noticed you, in any of those times?"
I shook my head. "The first time. He was in the X Factor. He was hanging out with some girl, he hand coffee and it just spilled all over me. The second time, a year later it was ice cream that time, and it happened like three more times," I explained.
"Wow, usually if Harry sees a beautiful girl, like you, he'd remember her," Liam said. I blushed. "You should go to sleep, you need to rest, young one."
"I'm not that young," I argued.
"You're a year younger than me," Liam protested. "To me you are young, now go to sleep."
Liam got up and walked over to the other bed I had. "Fine then Mr. Bossy Pants," I joked. "I will. Good night Liam James Payne."
"Good night Valerie Lea Reynolds," Liam replied.
How in the world did Liam know my middle name. He turned off the lights and then it hit me. My diploma has my middle name, which is in frame. Oh course Valerie how come you didn't think of that. Sometimes, I can be stupid.
I sighed and closed my eyes, because tomorrow would be Friday and tomorrow . . . I had a date with Harry Edward Styles.
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Chapter five it done! Yay. Thanks for those who are reading and for those who are voting. I'm trying really hard to be a good writer, but with me barely passing my language class, well I have trouble sometimes, but eh, I don't care.
Question of the day. Who is going to see One Direction live in concert.
I'm not, because . . . my parents don't want to take me, I guess. It's that or it's either that I ask for the most expensive ticket. I might go see Bruno Mars though.
Well have a lovely day beautiful citizens of the world. Everyone is perfect in their own way! have a nice Tuesday!
~ Danielle xoxo