Escaped

Chapter 50

Escaped: Chapter 50

A/N: Sorry, this one is long too ;)

"Liam," I said, my voice shaking.

My heart was breaking. How could he say he didn't want me to come?

"W-why wouldn't you want me...?" My voice broke.

"Charlotte, you have to understand that every second you spend with me puts you in danger-"

I pulled my hands from his.

"No," I said, sternly.

Tears were leaking out of the sides of my eyes.

"Don't you give me the whole 'it's to keep you safe' speech."

I pushed him.

His eyes were sad.

He reached a hand out to me.

"Char-"

"No," I said again. "Goddammit! You aren't allowed to just do that!"

"Do what?" He asked, quietly.

"You don't get to come into somebody's life and make them care," I panted heavily. "And then just check out!"

He just stared at me.

I turned around and ran for the door.

I heard him calling my name but I ignored it.

I ran from the house and into the woods.

And I just ran.

I ran and ran. I didn't trip like all the dramatic stereotypes. I just... stopped. In the middle of the forest, I stood there.

I looked around at the birds and the trees.

I grabbed my hair and let out a frustrated yell.

How could Liam do this to me?

This wasn't fair!

Had I done something wrong?

I leaned up against a tree and slid onto my bum.

Tears streamed down my face.

I laid down in the dirt and cried.

-

I woke up in my bed.

How did I get here?

"Charlotte."

I looked up and saw Niall sitting there.

I sat up.

"What happ-"

"Liam brought you back," he explained.

I nodded.

"Why did you leave?" He asked me.

I thought back to what Liam had said to me.

"He said he didn't want me to come with you guys," I said, not looking at Niall. "To Cape Verde."

"What?" He asked, the shock evident in his voice.

"I'm gonna go talk to him," I said, sliding out of bed.

-

I found Liam in his room, packing his clothes into a black duffle.

I knocked quietly on the door frame.

He looked up but didn't say anything. His eyes were a little red and I wondered if he'd been crying.

"Can we talk?" I asked, shyly.

He nodded but didn't say a word.

I walked over to his bed and sat on the edge.

"Listen, Liam," I said.

He kept packing his clothes, not looking at me.

"Liam," I said again.

"What Charlotte?" He said exasperated like I was an annoying child he was babysitting.

I crossed my arms indignantly.

"Damn it, Liam!" I cried, anger suddenly found its way into my voice. "You don't think I knew what I was getting into?"

He looked at me, confused.

"When I told you I didn't wanted to go home. I told you that there wasn't anywhere else I wanted to be! I meant that. And I can make my own choices."

He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

"No!" I snapped. "I'm not done!

I know what you've done; I know you, Liam. And I love you. I would go to the ends of the earth for this. For us. I don't like who I was before I met you: shy, timid, ignorant, and judgmental, too. You changed me. And I don't ever want to let you go. So please, don't leave me. Don't leave me behind like some toy you got tired of-"

He stood up and grabbed me shoulders, cutting me off.

"Don't you ever say that," he said, sternly. "You mean way more to me than that."

"Then prove it! Let me come with-"

He cut me off, kissing me desperately.

I clung onto him and returned the kiss. I felt tears welling in my eyes, again.

We broke apart.

"Okay," he gasped. "Alright, Charlotte. You can come with me."

The tears fell and I held his face between my hands and kissed him again.

"Thank you," I breathed against his mouth.