One and only

I wake up to amazing news. I'm going home. Today!!! Liam packs my bags and we leave the hospital, pushing through the paparazzi. As I get home I flop flat onto my bed. God I've missed this place. I wiggle arou d getting comfy amongst the soft toys and cushions and crap I keep on there. Liam dives next to me and we stare up at the roof.

"I've missed you" he says.

"you've been with me babe" I chuckle.

"yes, but it hasn't been the same" he says in a deep and mysterious voice. He then gets up and walks round to my side of the bed. "but now your back" he growls in the sexy voice I on,y thought occurred in the morning. He climbs on top of me. Walking on all fours from my feet to my head. I smell the scent I've missed ever so much, the scent of Liam Payne. It's undescribable but unmistakable. When his face reaches mine he wraps one of his arms round the back of my neak, holding his whole upper body with his tenced muscular arm. He slowly and gentally lifts my head up to his and brushes his lips on mine delicately. He then looks right into my eyes as I gaze into the blue oceans in front of me as he goes in for a kiss. It's amazing, I have missed him. As things get more pationate his hand travels front my Neak to my bra strap, unclapsing it and smiling. He then take his hand back up my back intending to go Down my front. But he hits something on the way up that throws him off track. My scar. His hand jolts as it reaches it, I feel so Insacure. I sit bolt upright, pushing him off me.

"babe I'm sorry, I wasn't expecting it thats all" he starts

"NO. Just don't" I cry and run out of the room , heading down the hall and locking myself into the bathroom. How could he forget after everything I've been through. I can't takeout anymore. I want to die. I am ugly and not even my boyfriend wants me. I sit on the floor behind the door and grab the razor from the side of the bath. I put it to my arm and dig it in. I wince in pain as the blood trickles down. Liam bangs at the door so I move under the window. I cross my legs. I look down. I pull. The razor goes a few centimetres up my arm until Liam stops me in its track.

"babe, let me in" he shouts and with that he bangs the door open. This makes me jump and the razor tear through my flesh. I watch him as he becomes unstable. The foot he kicked the door open with slams on the floor as he runs over to me. I don't look at him, I look down. I don't want to see the hurt in his eyes, and I don't want him to see the hurt in mine.

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