Chapter 9:
I should have gone back to school, at least, any remotely intelligent person would have. But did I? No, because I'm fucking stupid. I begged Louis to drive to Liam's flat, so I could talk to him; or at least, that was my intention.
I used to be amazing at containing my emotions, but for some reason, I couldn't do that anymore. I knocked on the door, and the second Liam opened the door, I threw my arms around his neck and crushed my lips into his. I'm not completely sure how it happened, but my body dispatched itself from my brain and acted on its own accord. He kissed me back, although he was clearly shocked.
When we finally pulled apart, I pressed my forehead against his. By this point, we were sitting on his couch, don't ask me how we got there, I have no fucking idea.
Keeping my forehead against his, I whispered, " I know I've screwed up, and I probably will more in the future… but I want you to know that I really like you. And… and I'm sorry." My pride took a beating, but it was necessary.
Liam paused, "I want you to know, that you can tell me anything. I care a lot about you Mel." He looked sincerely into my eyes.
" You won't though. Not after I tell you…" My voice broke on tell. I hated this, but it had to be done. For Liam's sake… I'd rather him hear it from me than Louis.
"Tell me what?" His voice was gentle.
"Liam, I-I'm not here on a scholarship because I'm a well-behaved girl." I started slowly, "I'm here because my parents thought a private school, far away was what I needed to learn to behave." I paused and looked at him, realization was dawning on him, it was over. We had barely begun, but this was the end.
"What do you mean 'behave'?" Liam kept his voice steady, but I could tell the anger was bubbling in him.
I'll show you…" I whispered, as I took out my phone and showed him pictures of me, drinking, partying and even hooking up.
I looked at Liam as he looked through my pictures. I could see the anger, the frustration and disappointment in his eyes. We sat silently for a minute, I wanted desperately to tell him that I'd changed, and I was someone else. But why would he trust me after I'd deliberately lied to him for so long?
"I think you should go." His voice sounded defeated, like he'd lost someone he truly cared about.
"Liam, please! Let me explain!" the tears threatened to come again; everything was over. We were done, but I had to try.
"There's nothing to say," he replied, "I was wrong, I don't know who you are. Not at all."
"Liam I-" I stammered.
"Please… just go."
I had ruined everything. Liam and I were done, and I was never going to see him, ever again.