Wished I Stayed
come and walk with me
The little girl didn’t look anything like him. She didn’t have his green eyes, or his curls. It was a smaller replica of Clarissa, but the little girl didn’t seem to notice the tension in the room as she played with his brown curls. She was giggling lightly, and Clarissa just stared with wide eyes at the child, then at the father, then back to the child. They then went to Liam for some point before they returned to the two.
Liam could feel a bubble of jealousy rise in him, and he couldn’t believe it. The girl seemed around three, so that must have meant the girl was conceived around four years ago. It was late December when the breakup happened. Anger arose in him, and his eyes turned into slits as he stood up.
“How old is the girl?” he asked as he pointed at the child. He knew there was no point in asking Clarissa, seeing as she was just as shocked as him, and her memory of the last five years had vanished.
Harry didn’t answer for a moment as he smiled down at the little munchkin in his arms. “Her name is Bella,” he began as he brought his eyes to her. “She’s three years old. Her birthday is September 4, 2011,” he told him. His eyes didn’t meet Liam’s but were instead focused on Bella. She giggled lightly as she rubbed her nose against his, giving him a slight eskimo kiss. He chuckled himself and kissed her forehead.
This was more than enough time for Liam to do the math before his eyes widened slightly. The baby had been conceived in November, a month before he had even broke up with Clarissa. “That’s cruel.” He walked past the curly haired boy without another word. He could hear protests coming from Clarissa, but anger was in his veins at the moment and so was sadness.
She had cheated on him with Harry, his band mate at the time, and he just wanted to cry. Already, he could feel the tears coming, and they filled his eyes before they spilled down his cheeks. He wiped at them and made his way out to his convertible.
Soon, he was speeding down the road to his apartment.
It was a couple weeks later when she had shown up at his doorstep. He had been depressed those few weeks. He would only get up for food and work or to use the restroom. He just couldn’t get around the fact that two very important people at the time had went behind his back. Now, there was a child to prove it, and it brought tears to his eyes each and every time.
He was a complete mess when he opened the door, and his eyes widened with shock as he took a step back. “What are you doing here?” he grunted as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He had purple bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his clothes had various stains on them. “How did you find out where my place was?” he asked.
She just stood there and stared at him for a moment before she bit her lip lightly. “I know you’re probably angry with me,” she sighed softly as she darted her eyes to the ground. “I’m really sorry though, and I know what I did was wrong. I need your help though. Please tell me everything about the two years we spent together,” she said as she reached out and wrapped her hands around both his wrists. It was like the day they had broken up.
She was begging him, and her hands were around his wrist. He could tell she was near tears from fright since she was just so lost. She wasn’t sure where she was going because nearly five years had vanished in only a blink of an eye. He sighed, and he wrapped his hand around one of her wrists before he pulled her inside the apartment.
“ ‘Scuse the mess,” he muttered lightly. “Are you thirsty?” he asked as he shuffled towards the kitchen.
An audible, “No,” escaped her mouth, and he grabbed himself a water bottle before he went to sit on the couch.
“What do you want to know, Clarissa?” he asked as he glanced over at her.
“Everything.”
Liam had been able to convince the artist into showing him around, though he just wanted to get to know her.
“This one,” she began as they stopped in front of one painting, and he glanced at it briefly before his eyes returned to her face. He watched as her lips moved, and he listened to the beautiful sweetness that seemed to pour from her lips. He didn’t comprehend what she was saying at all, and she slowly realized this. “You aren’t even paying attention,” she said as she placed a hand on her hip and jutted it out. “Now that’s just rude,” she rolled her eyes, but she had a playful smile on her face.
He grinned himself, and he said, “Truth be told,” he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassingly, “I just wanted to get to know you.” He grinned sheepishly, and she rolled her eyes once more as she tossed her hair behind her shoulder.
“Now, you’re just silly,” she said as she softly shoved him before she grinned. “All you had to do was ask for my number.” Those were the ten little words that seemed to sprout love inside his heart.
Liam could feel a bubble of jealousy rise in him, and he couldn’t believe it. The girl seemed around three, so that must have meant the girl was conceived around four years ago. It was late December when the breakup happened. Anger arose in him, and his eyes turned into slits as he stood up.
“How old is the girl?” he asked as he pointed at the child. He knew there was no point in asking Clarissa, seeing as she was just as shocked as him, and her memory of the last five years had vanished.
Harry didn’t answer for a moment as he smiled down at the little munchkin in his arms. “Her name is Bella,” he began as he brought his eyes to her. “She’s three years old. Her birthday is September 4, 2011,” he told him. His eyes didn’t meet Liam’s but were instead focused on Bella. She giggled lightly as she rubbed her nose against his, giving him a slight eskimo kiss. He chuckled himself and kissed her forehead.
This was more than enough time for Liam to do the math before his eyes widened slightly. The baby had been conceived in November, a month before he had even broke up with Clarissa. “That’s cruel.” He walked past the curly haired boy without another word. He could hear protests coming from Clarissa, but anger was in his veins at the moment and so was sadness.
She had cheated on him with Harry, his band mate at the time, and he just wanted to cry. Already, he could feel the tears coming, and they filled his eyes before they spilled down his cheeks. He wiped at them and made his way out to his convertible.
Soon, he was speeding down the road to his apartment.
It was a couple weeks later when she had shown up at his doorstep. He had been depressed those few weeks. He would only get up for food and work or to use the restroom. He just couldn’t get around the fact that two very important people at the time had went behind his back. Now, there was a child to prove it, and it brought tears to his eyes each and every time.
He was a complete mess when he opened the door, and his eyes widened with shock as he took a step back. “What are you doing here?” he grunted as he ran a hand through his messy hair. He had purple bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, and his clothes had various stains on them. “How did you find out where my place was?” he asked.
She just stood there and stared at him for a moment before she bit her lip lightly. “I know you’re probably angry with me,” she sighed softly as she darted her eyes to the ground. “I’m really sorry though, and I know what I did was wrong. I need your help though. Please tell me everything about the two years we spent together,” she said as she reached out and wrapped her hands around both his wrists. It was like the day they had broken up.
She was begging him, and her hands were around his wrist. He could tell she was near tears from fright since she was just so lost. She wasn’t sure where she was going because nearly five years had vanished in only a blink of an eye. He sighed, and he wrapped his hand around one of her wrists before he pulled her inside the apartment.
“ ‘Scuse the mess,” he muttered lightly. “Are you thirsty?” he asked as he shuffled towards the kitchen.
An audible, “No,” escaped her mouth, and he grabbed himself a water bottle before he went to sit on the couch.
“What do you want to know, Clarissa?” he asked as he glanced over at her.
“Everything.”
Liam had been able to convince the artist into showing him around, though he just wanted to get to know her.
“This one,” she began as they stopped in front of one painting, and he glanced at it briefly before his eyes returned to her face. He watched as her lips moved, and he listened to the beautiful sweetness that seemed to pour from her lips. He didn’t comprehend what she was saying at all, and she slowly realized this. “You aren’t even paying attention,” she said as she placed a hand on her hip and jutted it out. “Now that’s just rude,” she rolled her eyes, but she had a playful smile on her face.
He grinned himself, and he said, “Truth be told,” he rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassingly, “I just wanted to get to know you.” He grinned sheepishly, and she rolled her eyes once more as she tossed her hair behind her shoulder.
“Now, you’re just silly,” she said as she softly shoved him before she grinned. “All you had to do was ask for my number.” Those were the ten little words that seemed to sprout love inside his heart.
That's so sad!!!
Please tell me there's going to be more soon??!!
10/28/12