Princess

Talia's Pov


I stare at him, but I'm going to let him explain. "What exactly do you mean by that?" I ask him, as I scowl at him. "Exactly that. Are you or are not not spoiled little baby?" He asks again. "No, I'm not. I don't like being the center of attention, because it weird me out. I'm not spoiled either. Everything I have or done, I did myself. Nobody has done anything for me! People only think about themselves!" I say, and I storm off. "Jeez... it was a yes or no question."

"How could he say that?! How could he ask me that?! Who does he think he is?! How am I a spoiled princess?! If anything, he is the spoiled princess! Wait.." I talk to myself. "That was completely rude. Who asks somebody that? I'' just going to go down there, and ask him what the hell he was thinking" I say, as I go to open my door back up. When I open it, Liam is at my door. "Oh uh.. Hi."

"Oh hey, Liam" I smile. "Sorry. Niall is in the downstairs restroom, and Dylan said I could use the upstairs one. Can't seem to find it" he says, and I nod as I point down the hall on the right. He thanks me, and I shut my door. I walk over to my bed, and open up one of the books still on it from earlier. I take a look through my old drawings, and see one of my ex boyfriend and me. I copied it from one of the photos we took. It was this years Spring, and I couldn't have smiled any bigger than those days. He always took me out on dates, and bought me things that I didn't want, but ended up keeping. His name was Andrew, and I don't think I've ever been that happy since I was with him.

I sigh in sadness as a tear slid down my cheek. I didn't hear the knock on my door. I still didn't even know that someone had walked in, and a few more tears slid down my face. I quickly wiped them away when I looked up to see that Liam had his eyes on me, and his eyebrows furrowed in sadness. "What's wrong, babe?" I asks me as he walks over to my bed, and sits down. "Nothing. It's nothing." I say and look down. "It's something, if you're crying. Come on, you can tell me about it. Just as long as I you don't shoot me" I comments, and I giggle, remembering what happened. He looks down at the tear stained drawing. "Did you draw this?" He asks me. "Y-yeah." I sniffle. "Who is this guy?" I questions me. "That is my ex boyfriend" I tell him keeping my head down. " You two broke up?" I shifts in his spot where he is sitting. "He cheated on me. He was kind of violent, but I was happy, ya know?" "I guess"

"Can I ask you something?" I look up. "Sure" he replies. "From the very little you've known me... would you say I'm a spoiled princess?" I ask. "Well, I don't know much, but from what I've seen, I guess not" He says. "Thank you! I try to show people who I really am, but all the see is a no good brat." I explain. "Well, who said you were spoiled?" He questioned. "A lot of people. Including Harry" I say looking down again. "Really? He says that?" He queries voice full of confusion. "Yeah. Well, he really asked me if I was one, and I kinda got upset about it" I state. "Yeah, but that still doesn't sound like Harry. He really isn't the one to hurt people feelings. He mostly makes them happy"

Notes

This one was a bit strange. I'm writing this tired. Goodnight hope you like chapter 3 :)