Part 2:

So basically, the next few days went by like this…

I came back later that day, after Liam and I had made up. Liam drove me back, and luckily for me, everyone saw us and totally freaked out. So the girls all attached themselves to me, so I'd tell them about Liam, introduce them; get pictures and whatever the hell else. I got called down to Mrs. D's office, and she informed me that I was being expelled. That's when I freaked out.

Firstly, my parents would be pissed! I did not want to see the look on their faces when they realized that I got expelled for leaving campus, getting drunk, passing out and not returning until later the next day. I could already see my mom's face, her eyes filled with tears, and my dad's grave look of disappointment. Needless to say, I was worried.

And, just as importantly, how was I supposed to see Liam? We'd be across the world from each other! We'd just made up; we couldn't just not see each other! Cruel fate. As soon as my life seemed like it was going to be okay, something like this had to happen. My rollercoaster barely went up before it came plummeting down.

I'd be lying if I said that I didn't begged to stay, but to no avail. It seemed that England was done with me. They got me a flight out of England, for tomorrow morning. Fuck. I fumbled with my phone as I attempted to call Liam, I needed someone to consol me right now and tell me everything would be okay, and no one was better at that than Liam.

"'Ello?" he answered.

"Liam? It's me," I could already feel my voice cracking, and my throat closing.

"Mel? What's wrong babe?" I could practically see the warmth and concern in his eyes.

"I got expelled. I- I have to go back to America." Tears were spilling down my face; I couldn't help it. Everything was so perfect just hours before… how could this have happened?

Our conversation continued, I explained what had happened, and he promised to meet me tonight… to say goodbye.

Seven O'clock came, and I was waiting by the pet store. They didn't care if I left or not anymore, I was no longer a part of the school.

Liam showed up, in his car, and motioned me to get in. We drove to a park, and walked around, hand in hand, for a bit. However, our actual conversation didn't start until we sat down by the bench. The sun was setting, and the park was abandoned, just Liam and I… for the last time.

"I don't want to leave." I whimpered.

"I don't want you to leave. But hat doesn't mean we need to end things." His voice was soothing, calm and warm.

"Yes we do. I'm never going to see you."

My tears leaked again, I scrunched my face, in an attempt to hide my tears, but Liam knew me too well. He took both my hands in his, and kissed where my tear had stopped travelling. He picked me up, and put me on his lap. He rubbed the small of my back as I lay my head against his chest and wept. This was it. We were over, forever.

"We don't need to brake up," his voice was hoarse, as if he was repressing a lot of emotion, "We can make it work, I travel a lot, I'm sure we'll visit America soon. We'll skype and text…" he trailed off sadly.

I was quiet for a minute; I didn't know what to say. I had never been a fan of long-distance relationships, but I was willing to try anything for Liam.

"Liam, I-" I chocked out, as tears trickled down my cheeks.

Liam put his hands on either side of my cheeks and pressed his forehead against mine, "I lost you once, I'm not losing you again." His voice was firm, but his eyes tender.

I kept my eyes on my window, trying to push back the lump in my throat. This was it. I was leaving. The airplane began to move. The further it got from the ground, the more I had to fight my emotions.

So much had happened; I'd met One Direction, I started dating Liam Payne, I had gone through heartbreak… I was a completely different person, living a completely different life. How was I supposed to return to America, and pretend I was the same girl? How was I supposed to go to a party and drink, and not feel instantly guilty because Liam wasn't there to watch over me? How was I supposed to go through the motions of a past life, when I felt so disconnected from it now? I was a brilliant actor, I had kept up charades my entire life, but I couldn't do that anymore. I'd hurt Liam too much doing that; I didn't want to hurt anyone else.

As soon my life had turned around for the better, it went downhill again. I was going to miss Liam; his smile, his eyes, his hair, the tender look of caring he gave me, his protectiveness, his laugh, his voice, his lips against mine. I was going to miss Liam, period.