Starting Over

*Samy’s POV*
I turn and walk quickly out of the arena. Liam couldn’t talk to me. I confessed my feelings to him… the same feelings that I thought he was trying so hard to show me during the concert and yet he just stood there looking at me like he had seen a ghost. Like I was an idiot. I guess I am. When you’re in love you can convince yourself that everything that a person says has some kind of hidden prophetic meaning. Some hidden subliminal message meant only for you to interpret. Every action and expression has a hidden meaning, a hidden agenda. You feed off of every word that they say like it’s the last thing that you will ever hear. And then, just when you think you have them figured out and that life will go back to the way it was meant to be… reality kicks your ass with the truth… it’s all in your head. In my case, it’s done it to me twice now. First, with my ex-husband and now with Liam. My ex-husband had been a result of his own abusive actions but Liam had been a result of my own stupidity. Aren’t I lucky? I can now compare myself to my ex-husband… great. We’re both hopeless morons.
As I arrive home from the concert I notice that all the lights in my parents’ house are off. It’s midnight, they are already asleep. Damn. I really wanted to talk to someone. I turn down my Ed Sheeran CD (Give Me Love has been on repeat since I left the arena) and I dial Stephanie’s number knowing damn well that she will be awake on a Saturday night. She answers the first ring
“Hey, Samy!!” she’s drunk… fantastic…
“Hey Stephanie, how’s the drinking tonight?” I joke with her.
“It’s phenomenal! Come on over to the bar! Lots of hotties and Raven and Chas and me and beer and…” oh lord… she’s trashed.
When she’s trashed she rambles and drones on and talks like a 8 year-old.
“I’ll be right there” I say as I cut her off and put the car in reverse, heading down the street. There are only a few bars in my town so figuring out which one they’re at won’t be hard. I get it right on the first guess. As I enter the bar I spot the gang immediately. They’ve all got shots in their hand, everyone but Raven, he has two shots. I approach them and am immediately handed Raven’s extra, they had been saving it for me. I shoot it instantly without hesitation letting the tequila burn on the way down. Maybe it will make its way into my brain and burn away the memories of tonight and Liam as well. Only one way to find out.
“I need more!” I shout, determined to drink away this night of horror.
I approach the bar and order 4 shots. The bar tender nods and hands them over. I pound them one after another, letting them ease me down the road drunken bliss. After about 3 hours the bar is starting to shut down. I’ve had more drinks than I care to mention (or remember) and I start making my way out the door. Raven takes one look at me and grabs my keys
“not a chance chica, let’s go, I’m driving” and hops in the driver’s side.
Asshole. Who cares if I’m drunk? I can still drive! My house is a mile up the road in a straight line. Not that I can walk in a straight line but I don’t have to, that’s what the car is for! Eh screw it.
“You know who really wouldn’t care about my current intoxication? Liam, Liam has Sophia. They’re friends but we all know that’s code for screw buddies. Yeppers! He has Sophia. She’s perfect. I’m not, I’m me. I jacked it all up and now I’m here. Stuck in a town where everyone knows me, missing my grad school experience in London because of a guy. Messing up my dreams, my life, my future because of a guy… AGAIN!” I say outloud. Clearly I didn’t mean to, but I’m drunk off my ass, my thoughts just spill out when I’m drunk. Raven pulls up to my house and gets me into my room. He gives me a hug and heads home himself with my car. He has to pick me up to take me to the airport tomorrow anyway. I have to fly back to London. Well, I don’t know about have to but I’m being forced to by my parents. They say it’s time that I go back to my normal life and that includes London. Yippie. Back to the land of Liam and memories. Someone shoot me now.
It’s about 4am and I can’t sleep. I toss and turn. I can’t stop thinking about Liam. I grab my phone, still tipsy, and dial his number. It rings and rings and rings but finally I get an answer. Yep, someone answers the phone alright, it’s Sophia. I knew it, she’s sleeping in his bed with him. I hang up without a word.
*Liam’s POV*
I have no idea where my phone got to. After the concert tonight Zayn and I decided to have some drinks, illegally of course, in my room. The girls had decided to have a slumber party in Zayn’s room because it was the only room big enough for all of them to fit in so Zayn is bunking with me for the night. Sometime between the concert, drinking, and deciding to go streaking throughout the hotel and eventually winding up skinny dipping in the hotel pool at 2am it got lost. Oh well, I’m sure someone on the security team has it. I’m about ½ way asleep when there’s a quiet knock on the door. I look at the alarm clock and see that it’s only 4am. Paul had better not need us up this early. I approach the door and look through the security hole to see Sophia standing there ½ asleep in a cami and shorts gripping my cell phone. I open the door so she can come in
“where’d you find it?” I say referring to my phone
“I saw some fan pick it up when you dropped trouser on your naked run through the lobby and I got it back from her. You were too drunk for me to return it earlier. Someone called just now but hung up. I figured I should bring it back to you in case they called again” she answered sleepily.
“Thanks” I respond.
She quietly returns to her slumber party as I flip through my recent call log, the only incoming call tonight is from… Samy… why would she be calling? Is she ok? Is she hurt? Did something happen? I immediately go into panic mode and call her
“Samy, what’s wrong?” I say immediately after she answers.
“I miss you. I’m an idiot. I’m so.o.o.o.o. soorrryyy Leeeuumm. Please take me back!” she’s hysterically crying and clearly drunk.
“Samy, are you drunk?”
“Yes! But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you back. Besides, you’re drunk too, I can tell. How’s Sophia? Did you need to finish up with her before calling me back?” she snips.
Wow, she’s bombed.
“Samy, I’m hanging up now, call me when you’re sober” I counter as I hit the END button.
That damn girl! She never drinks. This whole mess has really done a number on her. I’ve messed up so badly that I’ve driven her to drink. I’m the worst person on the planet. My phone vibrates a moment later:
1 new message: Samy<3: I’m going back to London tomorrow, don’t worry,
you won’t have to see me when you get back. I’m obviously not what you
want. I’ll delete your number. Bye.
Going back to London? This is perfect. She’ll be back. I’ll finish up tour in 2 months time and we will finally be back where we belong. In London, where everything started.

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