Liam's pov.
I was sitting on the far side of the porch, anxious for Miley's arrival.
I glanced down at my watch and took in the time: 9:50 pm.
I kept bouncing my leg up and down, and fidgeting with my hands. I would consistently glance at my watch.
I jumped up as I heard the roar of an engine. I saw a car pull up in front of Miley's house.
It was very dark out, but I could clearly see that Miley was in the passengers seat...and in the driver's seat was Nick.
I've heard about them, and their renown connection. Blah blah, I thought.
I pushed those thoughts away and only focused on apologizing to Miley.
The girl I was for sure in love with, might be in love with some one else. But I couldn't blame her. I had caused her pain, and she turned to solitude to the boy she first ever fell in love with.
I watched as Miley opened the passenger door and stepped out with her purse.
She couldn't see me as she headed up towards the door, and pulled out her keys. And me, being the dumbass I was, just sat there. I came to apologize to her and I couldn't even do that.
Miley walked inside her house and shut the door.
Instantly, I jumped up and walked to the door. I raised my arm and hesitantly and quietly knocked on the door. I waited for a minute... Nothing.
I decided to try the doorbell, so I pressed it and waited. Through the door, I saw a figure hurriedly running down the stairs.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself.
Miley's pov.
I was walking through my door when the doorbell rang. I thought, what did Nick forget this time?
I dropped my purse on the floor and ran down the stairs quickly.
It was 10 at night now, so I couldn't see the figure outside the door clearly.
This person's frame and size was definitely not Nick's...
I unlocked the door, and turned on the porch light. I slowly and swiftly opened the door, awaiting to see my late night visitor...
Liam.
I gasped. "What are you doing here?" I exclaimed, hoping I didn't wake up my parents.
Liam stood there awkwardly, and he seemed to be very nervous. He seemed scared to speak.
"Well, WHY?" I questioned him, a little agitated he wouldn't respond.
He finally took a deep breath and shut his eyes.
"I came to see you. I need to talk to you," he croaked, and opened his eyes. He had a sincere look on his face and it broke my heart to see him.
"What in the world could you possibly want to talk to me about?" I spit at him. All the anger from the pain he caused me just came rushing back up. I wanted nothing more than to hurt him back, to make him feel pain, and show him how happy I was without him. But I'm not that kind of person, I realized.
He took a step towards me, and reached out his hand as if he were to grab me. I instinctively jumped back, not wanting him to touch me at all.
"...Miley, please."
"Don't touch me."
"Please, miley...I'm sorry, I didn't want for what happened to happen. I really never meant to hurt you," he said.
I glanced away from his face, and exhaled deeply. This man, or rather should I say boy, was the love of my life only a few months ago. I did everything and anything with him.
He was my rock, and he kept me going with my career. I basically wrote a whole album for him...
But he betrayed me, and that was something I would never forget, I kept reminding myself.
I turned to look back at him and noticed him wearing the jacket I bought him at Hollister.
Oh, the memories.
I scoffed at them, and shooed those memories away.
"You knew what was to happen if I found out, and you went ahead and cheated on me...you are so stupid Liam. I don't want anything to do with you," I boldly said to him.
I saw his shoulders sag in defeat and he gave me a look as to say, I love you.
"Bye Liam," I said and slowly closed the door.
I heard him sigh and quietly say, "Goodbye miles..."
