They Don't Know About Us [L.P]

(Kayla's POV) 

    The second week of October rolled in which meant it was about two weeks that I ignored Liam. Yes, it's been two weeks. And I can admit that I miss him. But it's clear he can't trust me. But I've listened to what Zayn had even said that he doesn't trust himself. Which is completely understandable. But my mind has been caught up in so much. The album is about finished and touring starts soon.

      We had another soundcheck and I had no choice but to go. Julian had told me they were having some stereo problems in the studio. So I had to go a get that handled. 

     I marked my book page and closed it. I got off my bed and walked into my bathroom. As I did, my bedroom door opened and I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. I just kept walking and ignored the person who came in.
     "Kayla," Liam said. Standing in front of the sink, I saw Liam behind me in the mirror and I continue to ignore him the way he ignored me. "Kayla! I'm sorry. I was wrong. Just please talk to me!" He pleaded. I ignored him and picked up a cotton ball.
     Wiping off my face mask, I throw it away and grab my lotion from under the sink. "Come on, what is it going to take for you to talk to me?" He asked. I dropped the bottle and turned on my heal, crossing my arms.
     "How about until you admit to what you did!" I said. Liam closed his eyes, signed, and looked down. "Stings doesn't it?" I turn around.
     "Look, I was in the wrong. And I'm sorry I did that! I should have just listened!"
     "Now you know you were in the wrong," I mumble but he still heard me. He grabbed my arms and turned me to him.
     "Please. I know what I did was stupid. And it may have seemed like I didn't trust you. It's not you that I don't trust, it's me!" He said. "I have problems with commitment because when I do, something like this happens. That's why I thought what I saw was you cheating-" he cut himself off. "I thought you were with Niall. And that's my fault."
     "Is this you admitting?"
     "Kayla! Everything I said to you is true! I love you! I always have!" Deep down, there is a part of me that still loved him. But he did admit he was wrong, but it still pisses me off.
     "That's good to know." I turn and take the bottle off the sink and set it down. Turning back around, I look at him in the eyes. I walk past him, shutting the light off after me.
     Liam followed me. "Really? So that's it? You're not going to say anything? That didn't do anything?" As I got to my bed, I had my knee on the mattress before I turn around.
     "Oh, and am I supposed to assume that wasn't a lie just to get me to forgive you?" I asked him seriously. He closed his eyes at his miscounter.
     "You know that's not what I meant."
     "You know that's not what I meant when I told you Niall was singing a song to me. That it wasn't for me!" I said. "How long did it take you to figure that out?" Liam sighed.
     "I know. Everything with this was a misunderstanding. But I'm asking you for forgiveness." He said. He walked closer to my bed. "I've given you a week already. Please! Please! At least try to think about this. Because I don't want to lose you." He said. I finally turn and see the emotion and seriousness in his eyes. "And I can't afford to!"

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T

he whole night, my thoughts kept me awake. Tossing and turning, thinking and thinking, tugging on my pajama shirt. It was a little past three in the morning and I don't even think I had fallen asleep. 

     I officially give up. I threw the covers off and got out of bed. Leaving my glasses on my nightstand, I walk to the door and open it. Quietly closing, I tiptoe across the hall and quietly open Niall's door. I turn back around and close the door quietly. When I turned, Niall was now facing me instead of his back. 

      "Damn, I thought you were asleep!" I whispered a little, scared. Niall chuckled. 

      "What were you gonna do, steal my guitar again?" I rolled my eyes and walked to the couch that was by his window. Niall turned back on his side and looked at me. "What's wrong?"