"You can't just lock me in a fucking elevator Liam!" I screamed.

He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "I just did. Now let's talk."

"No! Fuck you! I've been trying to talk to your for weeks and you've completely ignored me! Just because you had to see me today doesn't give you the right to hold me hostage!"

I heard a beep throughout the elevator and a man come onto the live speaker, "Everyone alright? We're sending help now!"

"No we're fine. Give us twenty minutes!" He yelled back.

"Let me out of here!!!! I'm going to kill a popstar if you don't!" That'll get someones attention.

I could see the headlines: "Popstar of One Direction, Liam Payne, strangled to death in elevator by Maryland girl!" Maybe everyone will leave me the fuck alone. Then again, probably not. I'd mostlikely be asked back for an interview about it which would then be completely hijacked by the boys themselves.

I slid down the wall and groaned, "Why me."

"Why you?!" He laughed. "Blair come on. I was pissed off at you. You knew that. If you don't remember correctly, you ignored me first. This is ridiculous. I was mad, it was dumb. Now you're mad, and it's still dumb."

I could feel the anger boiling inside of me, "People are stupid when they call you the 'sensible one'. Because let me remind you, you have an innocent victim trapped in an elevator with you."

He scoffed, "I wouldn't call you a victim, and I DEFINITELY wouldn't call you innocent Blair."

"Stop saying my name!" I screamed.

I wasn't sure what it was about Liam saying my name. But from the first time he did it, it drove me insane. Chalk it up to sexual tension, I don't fucking care. It bothered me. And he knew it.

He smirked, "Why Blair."

I slammed my fist onto the floor, "You fucking chose him over me! You took his side! You knew how hurt I was and you acted for so long like you'd protect me no matter what! Well look now Liam, I'm broken and a right mess and I'm still blaming you, seven months later."

He stood there frozen for a minute. What had to be said, was finally said. He slowly moved across the small space and sat next to me. We weren't touching, but he felt unbelievably close.

"I didn't choose him.. I just knew you needed to leave. You would have stayed if I hadn't done what I did.." He whispered.

"I know. I wanted to stay. For you. For Louis even. Maybe even for Harry a little. But those two were KILLING ME. Harry and Lou were incapable of making me do anything. But you? All you had to do was tell him to fuck off. You took his side.."

He shook his head, "I broke his nose the second you walked out of the door B.."

I don't know if it was the shock or the hilarity, but imagining Liam Payne breaking Zayn Maliks nose actually made me laugh. Even though I didn't want to.

"You didn't."

He nodded his head, smiling in disbelief of himself. "I did. Modest! was pissed too. They had to release a statement saying poor Zayn fell down the steep stairs on stage during rehearsals and landed on his face."

I didn't like how for a moment, everything felt normal. I subconsciously moved away from him and gave myself a safe personal distance.

"That doesn't excuse it Liam.."

"Okay, lets think metaphorically here. So what if you did stay. What would have happened?"

I hadn't thought about that.

"I don't know."

"I do. Louis would have probably relapsed again. Zayn and Niall would have fought to the death, meaning 1/5 wouldn't even be here. Harry would be off his rocker from whatever the hell you did that bugged him so much. And I.." He stopped.

But I decided to finish it for him, "You would have been happily enjoying your summer with your favorite American. You said it yourself. I know you're a good person and all, but you wouldn't have put those four dickheads in front of your own happiness. So tell me why."

He sighed, knowing I wasn't letting this one go.

"Because I knew what everyone else refused to admit. You saw things in everyone that could have torn us apart. You would have broken up the band by the end of the summer."

I might be a bitch, but tearing apart five boys that need each other.. I wouldn't dream of it. Whether or not that want to believe it, I truly think that they would die without each other. Especially after all the time they've had together?

"You don't honestly believe that, do you?" I asked, stunned.

"Blair, I don't know all that you know. That's clear. The way Harry would shift uncomfortably every time you walked into the room? The way Louis would follow you into the depths of hell? The way Niall would prance around after five seconds alone with you? The way Zayn would skip soundcheck just to see you alone? Come on. You knew everything. But the one thing I could see that you couldn't was that all of these things together was a recipe for disaster. The drama between Niall and Zayn alone would have ruined us."

I sat there, silently. Hoping he would just shut up.

"..But more importantly, those last few weeks would have ruined you as well. I know that the only reason you would have stayed was because of your pride. You knew two weeks into the summer that this was going to be rough. But you couldn't just quit. So you stuck it out."

I felt the elevator begin to move and within moments, the door was opened to a very annoyed Marshal and a concerned Louis looking at us on the floor. I stood up and dusted off my ass, "Don't worry, I'm going. Fuck this interview. You can call People and squash whatever they were gonna write too."

Marshal smiled sarcastically, "That was done before you even had the interview sweetheart. But we thank you for your cooperation."

Notes

because apparently, my chapters are too long. here's a shorter update for you guys. love you! <3