HOLY AGH!!! THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!
Tell Me a Lie
"I can't believe we are leaving Europe already! We have only been on tour for two weeks!" I cry.
"Well, we are just doing a few shows in Europe before we go on the American tour. Then after we will come back and do the full Europe tour. Don't ask me why, I just go with whatever management sets up," Liam explains as he walks through the bathroom door, leaving Louis, Harry, and I in my hotel room, since Zayn and Niall already went to their room to go to bed. The lazy butts.
We just got back to the hotel from our night in Amsterdam when we are informed that we have one more day in Europe before we leave for the America Tour.
Am I excited to be going home? Of course. Am I as excited that I will be leaving Europe for three months? Not exactly.
"Well that's stupid," I huff.
"Be more excited, love," Louis says. "You can show us all over America! You know the place better than we do!"
"I guess. But I was just enjoying going to all these new places and going on new adventures. I've been in most of America."
"That makes you an even more qualified tour guide," Louis jokes back.
"Don't worry. We will have just as crazy adventures in the land of the free!" Harry yells excitedly.
"You do realize you're not able to drink in 'the land of the free', right?" I quip, rolling my eyes with a smirk on my face.
His excitement noticeably calms. HA! Take that sucker.
"Didn't really think about that," he says, obviously previously unaware of the difference of his age and the legal limit. "But I'm sure I'll be fine. Let's be real," he laughs shamelessly.
"So..." I say, deciding to change the subject, "How did you and Hailee turn out? She hasn't tried tracking me down to tell me how she wants to rip your head off, yet. That must mean it went at least decent."
I look at Harry to see how he reacts to my question, so that even if he doesn't tell me, I can at least get an idea of how it went by his body language.
His body language: blushing.
OH YES!
"It went very well, didn't it?!" I squeal as I sit up from my reclined position on my bed.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" he says sheepishly. "Anyways, I'm just gonna go to bed now. See you in the morning, Avery. I'll meet you back in the room, Lou." With that, he walks to the door with his head down, leaving without another word.
"Well that was weird," Louis remarks as he looks from the door where Harry just exited from to me with a confused expression.
"Very..." I say with a sly smile. I will have to grill Hailee about the events of the evening tomorrow, but I am fairly confident I have a good idea.
"Well," Louis says, brushing off Harry's little social fumble, "What shall we do for the rest of the evening?"
I smile as he walks over to the bed I am situated on. "Oh, I don't know," I say as I scoot farther down the bed, so that I am sitting on the edge with my legs hanging off the side.
He smirks at me once more before moving closer to stand between my legs, his hands on my hips. I giggle at his cheekiness before he moves to close the gap between us.
I wrap my arms around his neck as I move my lips in sync against his. He begins to slowly move his hands up and down the sides of my thighs. A moan escapes my lips, and he uses this as an opening to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue against my own. I nip at him tongue briefly and feel a jolt race through him. We battle for dominance with our tongues for a bit before I give in and let him explore my mouth.
Not liking even the minimal distance between us, I move to wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His hands move up from my legs towards my waist. He starts dragging the hem of my shirt with his hands from my waist to my hips. I roll my hips against him and his nails automatically claw into my sides, pulling me flat against him. I gasp at the sudden feeling of his skin against my stomach, especially when his grip tightens even more and his kiss becomes more hungry.
I guess I was too caught up in Louis' lips against mine to hear the door open, because I wasn't expecting to hear what happened next.
Liam's voice cracking as he all but shouts, "What the hell is this?!"
Liam's POV
"What the hell is this?!" I shout, anger and pain spreading through my veins like wildfire.
"I--uh, Liam... I thought no one else was here," Avery begins to stutter out.
"That didn't answer my question," I seethe.
"Listen, man, I can explain. It's an innocent story I promise," Louis starts as he steps away from Avery in my direction.
"Oh, really? So this isn't a 'friends with benefits' thing? Then, fine. Go ahead. Explain," I say, urging him to continue.
"Okay, well..." he says as he reaches to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly. "There's not much to tell, really. I mean, I guess it was really only a week ago... Wow, that seems like forever... um... I mean, yeah. We're a little together," he says, stumbling around his words.
"Together?" I question, although I heard him perfectly clear.
"Yeah, but there's no need to get mad, mate. We didn't tell anyone. We just wanted to figure out what we were to each other before everyone else wanted the answer we didn't have. But I guess... yeah now, at least I know..." he says unsure of himself as he looks back to Avery as if asking for confirmation on what he wants to say. When she notices his unspoken question, she smiles--small but genuine--giving him an un-verbal 'okay' before he continues, "Yeah, now we know, we really care for each other, and want to be together."
They are still staring at each other with warm eyes and smiles. I guess to them, this is a sweet moment that they finally declared their feelings for each other to the world. However, to me, it's my world crumbling down before my eyes, because it is only now that I realize something. I don't like Avery. I love her. And that fact is what caused all hell to break loose within me.
I feel my chest wanting to cave in. It's as if it really would, if it wasn't for the pieces of my broken heart keeping my ribcage from collapsing. Stupid heart. It caused this and now it is keeping it from ending.
"Congratulations," I say sadly before walking out without a response. I close the door behind me as quickly as possible before leaning against the hallway wall, using it to support myself seeing as my legs feel like they are ready to give out.
I feel my eyes burning as tears build up, threatening to fall. I won't let them, though. I refuse to cry over something that never was-- never could be. If only I had known one of my best mate's had already filled the spot I so desperately wanted, I could have saved myself from falling for a girl that could never be mine. I guess Hailee was wrong. There is a girl that wouldn't want me.
As if on cue, I hear the elevator ding down the hallway, and before long, Hailee is walking over to me with a giant smirk on her face. Everyone seems to have that same happiness tonight.
"Hey, Liam. I was just looking for Avery. What are doing out here?" she asks me.
I look at her with a broken soul. I don't even understand why I do what I do next, I know I just feel like it is the only thing that can return some of the happiness I had felt that seems so distant now.
That's why I pull her close to me, pushing her up against the wall, before pressing my lips against hers.
At first, she doesn't kiss back, although I don't honestly care if she does for I don't think I would have stopped. But after she recovers from the shock of the situation, I start to feel her lips move against mine.
I kiss her hard and deep, putting all of my frustration and anger and hurt into the kiss.
Then, I do something I know I will regret even as I say it, but I still don't care.
"Want to come back to my room?"