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Chapter 12: Spaces
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Who’s gonna be the first one to set it all on fire?
Who’s gonna be the last one to drive away?
Forgetting every single promise we ever made
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YOU were the target.
Those four words keep banging in my head hours later as I lay in my bed, facing the ceiling.
How could they find out?
A knock on the door makes me jump. I walk to it shaking, expecting to find…
“Hey” he greets me with a small smile.
He opens his arms and I bury myself in them, closing the door behind us. I appreciate the fact that he doesn’t look for my lips to greet me. He knows what I need right now. And it’s not kisses.
We lay on the bed and he runs his fingers through my hair.
“Have you seen the pictures?” he whispers a couple of minutes later.
The question makes my stomach shrink.
“No” I whisper back.
I haven’t had the guts to do it. I just don’t know what I’m going to find if I do, so I have decided not to. Although I’m dying to do it. I want to know how much they know.
“Do you want to see them?” he asks.
“Do you want to?” I say looking up at him.
“If I do, I want to see them with you” he answers, kissing my forehead.
“All right” I sigh.
He stretches out his arm and takes the mobile phone from the nightstand.
Liam brings me closer to him and I rest my head on his chest, looking at the screen, now illuminated with the blue emoticon from Twitter.
#IWannaBeLiamsBodyguard is trending, and a lot of other topics that relate to either my job or the boys.
Liam scrolls down to the pictures, and I can’t help a gasp when they appear on the screen. They’re the pictures from the other day at the club. Me and Liam dancing quite close together. Him holding my hand while walking through the crowd. His hand on my lower hip. Me under his arm after that girl slapped my face.
I close my eyes and fight back the tears.
This is it.
Liam sighs heavily next to me. He locks the mobile and puts it back on the bedside table. He hugs me and we remain like that for some hours. In silence.
“What do we do now?” Liam asks a couple of hours later.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… what do we do” he repeats.
“What is there to do?” I ask, anger filling my voice, “we’ve been caught, Liam, there’s nothing we CAN do”
“There’s always something to do” Liam replies, running his hand through his hair.
“Should we wait?” I say looking up at him, “Wait until they find out and then… Then just accept what happens?”
“I think it’s the only thing we can do”
I nod and sigh too.
“Okay” I say, my voice breaking at the end of the sentence.
Liam surrounds my body with his arms and I hug him back, knowing this is probably the last night we spend together.
We fly to Cleveland the next day, and because we have nothing to do we stay in the hotel for the whole day.
Niall and Zayn come over to watch a movie with me.
“Where are the boys?” I ask in the middle of the motion picture, turning to them.
“I don’t know” Niall answers shrugging his shoulders.
“Harry is with Lux and Lou. Louis was recording and I think Liam had to meet Paul for something”
I violently turn to Zayn, giving him a look.
He shakes his head.
“Was it a management meeting?” I whisper, checking Niall is too into the movie to pay attention to what I’m saying.
“Don’t think so” Zayn answers, “they would have called you, wouldn’t they?”
“Unless it was about…”
“About what?” Niall says turning to us, “Has anything happened?”
Zayn and I look at him, not knowing what to say. Doesn’t he know?
“Me phone broke yesterday” Niall answers, “Sat on it on the way back to the hotel” he chuckles, as Zayn and I sigh relieved.
The movie finishes and Louis joins us when he finishes recording. Harry is nowhere to be seen for the whole afternoon, but he comes back for dinner at the hotel buffet.
On our way back to the rooms, Liam’s room’s door opens and he walks out of it.
“Payno!” Niall shouts walking to him, “Where were ya? Missed dinner!”
“I wasn’t feeling very well, Nialler” he smiles surrounding his bandmate’s shoulders with his arm.
But we can all tell he’s lying. Looks like Leeroy didn’t bring him such incredible acting skills after all.
I wait until the boys enter their bedrooms and turn to Liam.
“Is it because of the meeting you had with Paul?” I insist, looking at him; “Have they found out?”
“No” he quickly answers, “They just wanted to give me some guidelines for tomorrow’s interview”
“They?” I cut, “I thought the meeting was with Paul”
“Well, Sally was there too, and…”
“And the rest of the management’s team” I finish the sentence, “Liam, what happened?”
“Nothing, nothing happened” he answers, “everything’s okay” he assures kissing my forehead.
But he doesn’t come over that night.
“Rise and shine!” I say opening the blinds of Niall’s bedroom.
“Nooooooo!” he cries covering his face with one of the many pillows he’s sleeping with.
“Come on, it’s almost midday and you still have to do the soundcheck, an interview and a concert today!” I say taking the pillow far from him, “Get ready! We’re leaving in 25 minutes!”
Niall groans and buries his face in the pillows again.
I walk out of the room giggling and knock on Liam’s door. I’ve got the key with me so after I’ve checked no one is following me, I put the key on the keyhole and open it.
I walk on my tiptoes to the bedroom, ready to wake Liam up. I’ve been the boys’ personal alarm clock ever since the second leg of the USA tour started. But when I arrive to Liam’s bed, I find it empty.
“Where is he?” I whisper to myself.
I hear the toilet’s flush and I turn to see Liam walking out of the bathroom.
“You’re up” I say, not being able to hide the surprised tone.
“Yeah, busy day” he smiles walking past me to the suitcase to get a t-shirt.
I shake my head and exit the bedroom.
No kisses? No hugs? Not even touching me?
I convince myself that everything is okay but as the day goes by, everything seems to prove it’s not: Liam doesn’t talk to me, he doesn’t even look my way for the whole day. So after lunch, before we go to the interview, I walk to him.
“What is wrong with you?” I say.
“Lily…” he answers shushing me.
“No! You said nothing was wrong but you’re acting so stupidly I just can’t…”
“Payno! We have to go to the interview!” Louis cries from the parking lot.
“Ugh, perfect timing” I say rolling my eyes.
We walk to the vans, but Mrs.Timpson put her hand on the door, preventing me from entering.
“Miss Stones, I think it’d be better if you stayed here and made sure everything is in order”
“What?” Niall and I ask in unison, him from the inside of the vehicle.
“You heard me” Mrs.Timpson says; and without adding a word, she enters the van and closes the door behind her.
Something is wrong.
Something is terribly and absolutely wrong.
I walk to the dressing rooms, where the rest of the team is. I help Sarah in the kitchen and after half an hour, the boys are announced next on the kitchen TV.
“Interview time!” Sarah says, and Lou and some of the crew gather around the TV to watch them.
The interview flows normally: they talk about the tour, about the upcoming album…
“Liam” the interviewer says, and as soon as I hear his name, every single muscle in my body tenses.
“Yeah?” Liam says turning to him.
“I’ve got something to ask you. I’ve seen all these pictures going around and nobody has said anything about them so… maybe you could explain them. Give it a look”
I take my eyes off the screen. Because I know exactly what they’re displaying: our pictures. The pictures we saw the other night. There’s a silence following that display and then the interviewer speaks again:
“Well, she’s my bodyguard. We went out and she had few too many drinks… she couldn’t stand on her feet. I didn’t want anything bad happening to her”
I stare blankly at the screen.
Did he say what I think he just said?
“Are you telling me there’s nothing between this girl and you?” the interviewer insists, “you seemed pretty close”
“Nope” Liam denies, “As I said, alcohol had gotten a little too much in the way and… I was helping her up for a change” he chuckles.
“Liam has this super heroic gene on him” Louis tries to joke, unsuccessfully.
I shake my head and look at the rest of the boys’ reactions. Harry is looking away, Niall looks super confused, Zayn and Louis exchange a look and the way they look at each other says it all.
I can’t believe it.
I literally can’t believe it.
I get up and leave the room. None of the crew members tries to stop me and I know I wouldn’t do it if I were them.
I start walking up and down the stadium as everything gets blurry around me.
How did this happen? How could this happen?
I take my hands to my head, sighing heavily.
Minutes later, I hear a noise that can only mean one thing: they are back.
And without even being aware of it, I walk to the main door where the vans are parked. Mrs.Timpson walks down first, followed by Niall, Paddy, Preston, Harry and Liam at the same time Paul, Zayn, Louis and Alberto descend the second van. I walk up to them and I can see Liam not being able to look my way.
When I arrive by his side and he lifts his sight I slap his face.
“Woah!” Niall exclaims turning to us.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?” I yell at Liam.
He takes his hand to his cheek and looks down.
“HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?”
“Eli…” I hear Louis behind me.
“DON’T YOU DARE STAND BY HIS SIDE!” I say to him, then chuckle ironically; “I guess it was all management’s decision, right?”
Harry and Zayn look away and I shake my head. Niall looks confused as hell. But things just keep getting clearer for me.
“So alcohol got a little too much in the way, huh?” I ask sarcastically, turning to Liam.
He can’t even look at me and for some reason that pisses me off even more.
“Well, I guess it has been getting in the way a lot for the past six months” I snap.
“Miss Stones…” Mrs.Timpson starts saying and when I lift my gaze, I can see Paul closing his eyes, knowing she has chosen the worst timing to speak.
But it’s okay. Because I know what she’s going to say.
“Don’t even bother firing me, Mrs.Timpson; I quit” I say to her; “I hope you’re happy” I add turning to Liam, “I said I would never hurt you, but you have chosen the worst way to hurt me”
And after having said that I turn around and walk away.
I find a quiet dressing room that is not being used and stay there until the concert is over. While they’re playing, I look for a flight that takes me home as soon as possible.
There’s one at 06:30 tonight that has a stopover at JFK so I buy the ticket.
When we get back to the hotel, I start packing my things.
I leave what I had of Liam’s in the armchair and stuff my belongings in the suitcase.
There’s a knock on the door.
I sigh rolling my eyes, and walk to it.
I’m not sure who I’m going to find behind it neither I’m sure of who I want to find.
I open it and I can’t help an “Oh”.
“I need to know” he says walking in the room, “the lads are telling me but I don’t really believe it. Were you two really together?”
He looks a bit pissed.
“Niall…” I say.
“No” he cuts me, “I need to know; because…” he starts saying and he leaves his sentence hanging in the air.
I follow where his eyes are looking and I see he’s staring at Liam’s things on the armchair.
“So it’s true” he mutters.
“Yes” I answer calmly, “but…”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he cuts me again, “why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because Niall has such a big mouth” he says, “because Niall can’t keep a fucking secret”
His accent is getting a lot stronger and I know he’s really crossed.
“No” he shakes his head, “I can’t believe it. He’s my best mate! And you are my friend!”
And before I can say anything, he storms out of the room, closing the door behind him with a loud bang.
Mrs. Timpson is the next one that knocks on the door just to make me sign the resignation papers.
No one else comes by for the whole night.
Around 3:30 am, I open my room’s door and knock on the door on my left.
“Thanks for everything” I say before he can open his mouth.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, rubbing his eyes, probably a bit dry because of watching so much TV. I knew he wouldn’t be sleeping.
“There’s nothing else I can do” I say giving him a sad smile.
“I’m so sorry this had to happen” he apologizes and sighs; “I really thought you were his one” he adds looking at me.
I chuckle sadly.
“Yeah” I mumble to myself, “I thought so too”
He gives me a sad smile and leans forward to hug me.
“You’re gonna be missed, partner”
“I’ll miss you too, Paddy”
I smile at him and walk to the elevator.
The ride to the airport is short and in no time at all, I am already waiting to board.
The plane ride to New York is only an hour and a bit long, and after half an hour of looking for JFK’s International Terminal and getting to it, I sit on the plane.
I look out of the plane window, and outside, the sun is already shining quite high.
“Ladies and gentleman, welcome onboard flight L-2908 with service from New York JFK to London Heathrow. We ask you to please fasten your seatbelt…”
The rest of the talk fades away; because I can only think about one thing:
This is flight L-2908 to London Heathrow.
This is it. It’s all over.
I’m going home.
And then I wake up.
[END OF PART ONE]