They Don't Know About Us

Weeks past, I kept some kind of contact with Liam, not too much, I've been busy. Since the photo-shoot with the boys my phone has been ringing off the hook. My modeling career was finally back. I was happy about that, but I wasn't happy about leaving Liam hanging every night. I won't lie, I like the boy but I still can't let him in, I haven't said anything to him, nothing big that happened in my life, nothing about the person who made me push people away, just small things. I like animals, I like adventurous things, small things. Truth is, I don't think anyone will ever understand why I'm like this, why I'm so independent. I want someone, I want someone to bring the good out in me, like old times. I just wasn't sure how to let them in. Niall had been sending me texts 24/7, that boy made me happy, he made me believe people are nice. Niall and I haven't hung out since the day at Disney Land but we're making plans to go out tonight, to the club.

"So do you think you'll be able to make it?" Niall's Irish voice spoke through the speaker of my phone.

"For the hundreth time Niall, I will. Just make sure all the boys go, I kinda want to speak to Liam." I heard Niall jumping.

"I will, see you tonight Jillian." He hung up the phone and I laid on my couch. I was exhausted, I had three shoots today. I heard a knock on the door and I opened it. Roses. Liam.

"You're still at this Liam?" I called out to the empty hallway. "You shouldn't waste your money." I saw his head pop out of a corner.

"But I want to." He smiled walking towards me. "You look rather nice may I add." I blushed.

"You going to the club tonight?" He nodded.

"Wouldn't miss a chance to be out with you." He smiled. "I have to get going but, I'll see you tonight." I nodded and he walked away.

"Tonight." I sighed closing the door behind me, I was going to do it, I was finally going to tell Liam that I trusted him.

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Liam's POV

"So you excited for tonight mate?" Niall nudged me shaking me out of my thoughts.

"Very." I smiled.

"You know, Jillian talks about you an awful lot." He grinned.

"Is that so?" Niall nodded.

"And food, which makes me like her even more." I chuckled, typical Niall. "Not in a girlfriend kind of way but in a mate way." I laughed and patted his back.

"Good, I was beginning to think I had competition." I joked.

"Even if you did, you'd still win her over. Mr. I send her roses each day. You're gonna run out money ya hear me." I chuckled. His Irish voice never failed to make me smile.

"I just wanna show her that she's got us. That she's got me." Niall nodded.

"And she will, eventually." He smiled and patted my back before heading to his room.

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It was nine thirty and I was beginning to wonder if Jillian was coming at all. "Liam, mate. Relax." I heard Zayn over the loud music. "Have a good time, Jillian will be here soon." He put a drink in my hand and smiled at me before going back with Perrie. I saw Niall drinking his drink alone just staring into the dancefloor.

"You alright mate?" I patted his back and startled him.

"Yeah, I just." He sighed and looked down at his drink. "Just really bummed out lately." I looked at him.

"Niall Horan? Bummed out? Why on earth are you bummed out little Irish man?" I crossed my arms.

"I don't know, I just, I'm getting the feeling I'm never going to find the right girl. I'm Niall Horan for fucks sake and I can't even get a date to a night club." He chuckled at his remark. "But in all honesty, I'm loosing hope." I sighed and patted his back.

"Don't Niall, look I'm not trying to come off as gay or anything but you're an amazing lad. You're funny, you're nice, hell your everything anyone would be looking for. Don't go searching for the right girl. She's come around when you least expect it." He smiled and gave me a hug and I returned it.

"Am I interrupting something?" I heard a familiar voice. I gently pushed Niall away to see Jillian standing there.

"You've made it!" Niall attacked her into one of his famous Horan hugs. I smiled as she giggled trying to balance herself in 5 inch heels.

"It's nice of you to join us Jillian." I smiled and hugged her. "You want anything to drink?" She shook her head. "Don't be ridiculous of course you do." She smiled.

"Well, I'd love one." I smiled and grabbed her hand in mine pulling her towards the bar.

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Jillian's POV

"Liam, I want to talk to you." He shook his head.

"First drink, then talk." He smiled and I drowned my drink. "Wow, someone's going to get pretty wasted tonight." I heard him chuckled and I shook my head.

"Liam, please." I looked into his big brown eyes. "I want to talk to you." He looked into my eyes watching the plead in them.

"Okay, yeah." He nodded. He took a hold of my hand and walked me into a private room in the second floor. "So what's this about?" He said sitting on the couch. I looked out the windows and down to the dance floor where I saw Niall dancing with Zayn, that boy was always happy.

"I wanted to tell you about me." I turned around and looked at him. "I want to tell you, everything." He smiled and patted the seat next to me.

"Come on over here." I sat on the empty seat and looked at him.

"Look, what I'm about to tell you, it's not something to go out and tell the whole world, in fact, you'll be the only person to know some of these things." I saw him nod. "Well, my I was born on July 21st. My mom and dad were the perfect couple. They had the perfect house, the perfect marriage and now, they had the perfect daughter. Through the years my parents started to have a fall out with money." I sighed. "I was five at the time. My dad started drinking, every night. My mom tried to stop him but that only got him angry. He started hitting her whether I was there or not." Liam took my hands in his. "A couple of months passed and my mom just couldn't take it anymore. So we moved without my dad. She divorced him and my mom was happy again. We moved down here to California where she met John. John became her boyfriend after a year. John was never really good. He was worthless." I hissed out. "I hated John." I got tears in my eyes.

"Why?" Liam spoke softly.

"Because he touched me where I shouldn't be touched at age six."Liam's hands tightened in mine. "I told my mom but she wouldn't buy it, she said this was just me trying to take her happiness away. I never wanted that, so I stopped telling her. It continued for two years." I felt tears roll down my face. I looked out the window and continued. "My mom, she uh, she walked in on him and me one day and she was devastated. She had him arrested and we moved more into the city. She wouldn't let me out of her sight which only got me closer to her." I wiped the tears out of my face. "Three years later my mom was diagnosed with cancer. And four years after that she passed away." I looked down. "I lost my best friend, my mother. It was hard, I was thirteen. My grandparents took me in and I was home-schooled for a year. They forced me into high school. I was bad at school, I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be at home but the I met Carly." I smiled. "Carly was a good friend. She was my best friend till sophmore year." I sighed and looked out the window once more. "Me and her would party each weekend. We were wild. I was wild. I drank too much, even smoked a bit. " I shook my head. "It wasn't who I wanted to be. Then I met Mark. Mark soon became my boyfriend, my first and only. I loved him, at least I thought I did. Bastard cheated on me with my best friend Carly. Then I dropped out. My grandparents kicked me out and I came wondering out here in LA. I found a job at a coffee shop and soon I was able to afford my own place. I started to take pictures, just for fun then I was contacted by an agent and that's when I became a model." I smiled. "Been doing it all alone since then." I looked at his face, emotions written all over it. From sad to mad to pity. "Look Liam, I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I just wanted to tell you because well, I trust you." He wrapped me into a hug and stayed silent for a couple of minutes.

"Thank you, you will never know how this means to me. I'm so glad I got your trust." He smiled and pulled away. "I really mean it." I nodded.

"I know." I smiled and stood up. "Now that that's off my chest, why don't we go and have some fun?" I held out my hand for him.

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