Chapter 12:
The next three months dragged on in monotony… I tried to return to my "past life", but I found I couldn't bring myself to break my promise to Liam and drink without him their. My friends called a few times, but I declined and they gave up.
Everyone assumed I was still the troublesome brat I was before London; no one knew how much I'd changed, how much Liam had changed me. I sat with the same crowd, but I no longer even tried to fit in, I would remain silent, keeping my thoughts and opinions to myself. Eventually, I left my group as retreated to the quiet of the library.
The once party-girl now spent her lunches reading in the library… I was pathetic. I longed to go out with my friends, to have fun! But I didn't have any friends anymore; I was isolated from the rest of the school. I didn't keep up with gossip, or suck up to any of the popular girls.
Adults began to even like me! I handed in my work on time, I was always in class, and I even studied a bit for tests! My average had increased from a 67%, to an 83%, so my teachers loved me. My parents were happy, that I was finally shaping into the well-behaved kid I was supposed to be. My marks were good, I was always home, usually doing something they would deem as productive or appropriate.
But I was miserable. I hated being inside all the time! At least in England, I could listen to conversations, or talk to Liam! But now… I had no one. My time was spent in solitude, showing exactly what my social life had become. Sure, I would probably get into a decent school now, but I was miserable in the process.
That being said, I couldn't for one second say that education was why I never left my house, I never left because I had no where to go. My friends' gone, and my bad reputation left me with nothing. I craved human attention, from anyone, but I had lost it. I could have salvaged it, returned with a bang, but I didn't. Instead, I silently fell into a quiet abyss.
The best part of my day was when Liam called. We texted as much as possible, but those were typed words, and they meant little to nothing at times. It was when he called me that I could feel the connection. We spend up to three hours on the phone sometimes, just talking about anything! I thought I knew a lot about him before… but I really knew nothing. He really let me into his life, and finally, I let him into mine. Even when we were oceans apart, when he called, I felt a little closer.
Liam:
I'd barely gotten any sleep in the last couple of weeks, we'd been moving so quickly! Tour rehearsals were about to begin, for our Tour in America, which probably meant even less sleep.
However, going to America meant seeing Mel, which meant it was all worth it. I knew she was miserable, I could tell from the way she sighed, or her tone sometimes. She hated being alone, and she couldn't mesh with her old friends anymore. I had made it my duty to call her at least once a day, no matter how busy I was, just to make her a little happier.
She hadn't outright said anything about being unhappy, she was far too proud for that, but it was obvious. Last time we skyped, I could see how defeated she looked, her mischievous glow was gone, leaving just a small, unhappy girl in its place.
I knew I had to do something, anything, to make her a little happy. Something to show her that she was not alone…
Mel:
It was a Friday night; I was in my room, casually listening to music when my mom called me downstairs.
"There's someone at the door for you!" she chirped.
"Tell them I'm busy!" I yelled, but curiosity got the better of me, "Fine, I'm coming!" I exclaimed as I ran downstairs.
"Liam? Wh-what are you doing here?" I choked out.