The promised Liam's Pov. I'm sorry it took me ages to write it but after I came from my trip I couldn't find the inspiration to write.

After that I've had some emotional problems. Nothing to worry about but it kinda took my strenght away (I am such a drama queen)

So I've decided I would write all the POV as an oneshot and add it as another chapter.

(I have songs for Liam also, but I don't think I should put them. If you're curious send me a private message)

I hope you enjoy (:


This girl (woman) was driving me mad. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was nothing like the wasted chicks I pick up at parties. No. She was different, in a good way. She was short, barely reaching my collarbone. Her green eyes glowed with happiness and laughter. My fingers itched to caress her soft curls. She had a body that made me want to take her and mark her as mine. And her lips were always a big time temptation, they were full, plump and soft. I was dying to tough her, talk to her at least once. But I was the 'bad boy' and my group didn't mix with anyone. I was restrained.

One night, I was walking around when I walked by her house. It was late at night but light was coming from one of the front windows, which was open. Being curious I climbed up and looked inside. Judging by the photos in the walls, this was her room and seeing her nowhere I couldn't resist going inside and taking a look.

While examining her CD collection, when I hard a soft gasp and turned around. She was standing there. Frozen in shock. She was only wearing an over sized T shirt that barely covered her tights. What was she trying to do? Appearing half naked. Granted, I shouldn't have been there but how was I supposed to know this would happen?

She looked hot. Not nice, sweet or beautiful. I mean, she was always beautiful but now she looked plain right hot. Hands down. Her hair was all messy like just-had-sex hair and her lips were an intense red color.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice took me out of my reverie and I realized the situation I was in. The girl I had been fantasizing about was standing before me almost naked, the house was most probably empty or everybody was sleeping. I was gonna take whole advantage of the situation. I approached her tiny form and pushed her against the wall.

"Be quiet."

I could see the fear and intrigue in her eyes and without further delete crushed my mouth against hers in a violent kiss. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and wouldn't be able to live it. She had became my addiction.

I wasn't going to take no for an answer but she didn't oppose much so I took whole control of the situation.

That was the first time I slept with Samantha Kevingstone.


At night I would always go to her room at around 3:30 AM. She started leaving the window open every night and when I wasn't able to show I would drop by earlier to leave a note explaining and close her window. I didn't want some creep turning up and climbing up her window as I had done. She was mine now and no one else's except she decided she wanted to stop the sick, twisted thing we had going on.

Sometimes I we would just lay in bed talking about our dreams, hopes, futures. About random stuff, everything that would come to mind. Others we would have sex. Whatever we did was always perfect. I had never opened up to someone, not even my best friend. I was a very reserved and silent person. But somehow, Sam made me want to tell her everything. Spill my every thought to her, so she would understand me.

My crew started to question me. They were growing suspicious. After all, I would go out with them every night and then suddenly I stopped. And when I did go out with them, I would not drink nor hit on any drunk girl walking around. Even though the questions and looks never ended wasn't about to sacrifice my happiness. Yes, they were my friends but I didn't think they would approve.

School was torture. I could only stare at her. Couldn't even touch her hand. I had to be careful as not to give myself away.

However, there was one conversation that got me thinking. I don't really remember what we were talking about but I remember I promised her I would try to be more careful. No detentions, no alcohol. In that moment, I could see how much it was hurting her. I couldn't keep doing this to her. She deserved someone better. It took me a lot of time but I came to a decision.


The night before the last day of school fro Christmas break I had left her a note saying I was going out with the guys. At said party, I drank and drank and drank until I was so wasted I couldn't see straight. I seduced Ashley (our top cheerleader, Prom Queen) and had sex with her. The whole time I felt sick, and thought I would barf. I tried thinking about Sam but it only made it worse, so I let my body take control.

The next morning, Ashley was latched into my arm as soon as I came through the door. She pushed me into a wall and kissed me. Hoping the rumor would get to Sam I responded. What I didn't know was that at that moment Sam walked through the door and saw us. I didn't want her to actually see it. Stupid of me.

Blissfully ignorant I decided I would go earlier tonight and talk to her. When I arrived, the window and blinds were shut but I could see light inside. This was strange. I climbed up and pounded several times against the blinds. I heard her tell her mother it was the wind and steps approaching the window.

"Go away, Scoop."

I was not prepared for that nor her cold voice.

"What the hell? Open up babe, it's freezing outside."

"I told you to leave me the fuck alone. I don't wanna ever talk to you again."

I was so not getting what she was talking about. Could it be the rumor? But if it was like that she would give me a chance to explain.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Samantha?"

"I'm talking about you and Miss Prom Slut sucking faces in the hall."

"Who told you that? It's a fuckin' lie."

"Oh my God! Suck it up, I saw you two with my own eyes!"

Her last word broke and I didn't have the strength to answer. I was devastated and I could hear her sobs coming from the other side which didn't make it any better. I know I brought this onto me but I wasn't thinking it would be so hard to stand.

Pulling myself together, I left her house never to return again. Who thought loving someone would be so hard? But I was doing it for her, because it was the best.


During the two weeks that lasted the Christmas break, I changed companions every two/three days. I got completely wasted and went to parties every night.

The guys were happy I was back to my normal self, but in the inside I was dying. I hadn't heard about or from her and it was killing me. Even so, I hid it and continued on with my life as if she hadn't been a part of it.

I had been at the mall with a new acquisition when I saw her again. She was in the food court and tumbled over a chair causing a sound so loud every head turned towards her. Her eyes locked against mine and I could see the panic in them. It seems she had also seen me and was trying to run away from there.

She started running and thanks to my long legs and ling strides I was able to keep up with her. Michelle (the new girl) screamed at me to come back, but I ignored her completely. I saw her go into an alleyway and followed her. She was looking down with a hand against her heart probably trying to calm down her erratic heart beating and shaky breaths. It gave me a chance to study her.

She looked good but different. She changed her hair and she looked somehow more pale and sick. Wormed out.

I approached her and caged her in between my arms. My head was bent down so she wouldn't see my eyes.

We stayed silent savoring each others presence, at least, that was what I was doing. It had been too long.

"You changed your hair."

Her voice sounded strained when she talked.

"Meg forced me to."

It was nice hearing her talk. I missed her voice, so sweet.

"It looks good, thou I preferred the curls."

"Well, that's too bad. I have no obligation to keep my image so that you can find me appealing. You gave up that right the moment you decided to fuck Ashley."

I lifted my face, and my eyes had turned darker and sharper. I could see the same look of fear she had showed the first night. The one every other kid at school gave me and was hoping she would never show. I was tired of speaking about the Ashley thing, so I lied, again.

"I have never slept with Ashley. What I did was a huge mistake. I didn't think you would be watching."

Her eyes were filled with rage and her voice was turning very loud.

"Don't you dare lie you little prick! Of course you, Liam Scoop, didn't sleep with her, how could I even dare think that? And what? Did it make it less wrong if I weren't watching? You are a complete asshole! And if she was a mistake, I assume the short redhead you were with right now (which by the way, is looking pretty pissed off), isn't one?"

She was right I was making more excuses. I was hurting her more than I should. Pushing her away and dragging her back. So I was hoping to give one final blow. My voice was hard and my voice void of any emotion.

"You're right. I did sleep with her. Because you weren't good enough to satisfy me."

It seemed that what she needed to break down.

"Let me go."

I didn't want to make her hurt anymore, so I moved aside and let her trough.

Even so, I followed her. She walked swiftly towards the entrance and made two phone calls. Minutes later a guy in a black motorcycle came and she went away with him.

What the fuck was going on?


The next day was the beginning of school (again) and when I saw her, she was looking very, very good. It must be the help of her friend Meg. When she passed in front of my crew I stared long and hard at her. She threw me a glare over her shoulder which let me shocked to the core. This reaction seemed to please her judging by the smirk on her face.

During the day she got a lot of male attention and I took it as my own personal job to beat every one of them to bloody pulps. But the worst was when Christian, golden boy of the school (a playboy) approached her during lunch.

After school I waited for him t came out and gave him a good punch right in his perfect jaw. The others guy weren't a problem because they weren't strong enough to fight against me. But he was, and the fight dragged on. Soon, there was a crowd around us. We stopped dead in our tracks when Sam came and stood in between us.

"Stop it you two! Don't you see what your doing is completely idiotic!"

We didn't relax nor put our guard down. That's it until Sam came and dragged me away. Even so, I could have easily left him unconscious.

When she decided we were far enough she turned to look at me with a look of anger and annoyance mixed together.

"What the hell was that? What the fuck were you thinking? What if the Principal came? You would have been suspended!"

"You are forgetting it isn't the first time I would have gotten suspended."

I was trying hard to keep my composure. To stay cool, calm and collected. But it was hard when she looked so sex-able (?) when she was mad. I wanted to take her right there, right now.

"You're so unbelievable! First you cheat on me because I wasn't good enough for you and now this. You have punched every guy that has asked me out so far and you practically left poor Chris unconscious."

"They had it coming. We have just broken up and they think they can have you."

I do realize what I just said doesn't make sense at all but I was a guy, a jealous guy. What were you expecting?

"Yeah, well, they didn't know we had broken up. Nobody even knew we had been dating because your crew wouldn't approve of me. And, besides, I turned every one of them down. You can't have me either, or have you forgotten you have changed me for a brand new model?"

God! This woman was so infuriating. Couldn't she realize I was doing all this for her?

"I haven't changed you, dammit! Don't you seeā€¦"

A honk interrupted me and I looked up to see that guy from the mall again. By the look on her face she seemed o have forgotten all about him.

"I have to go."

Her voice brought me back, and before she could leave I grabbed her wrist. I was angry.

"Who's that guy? He's the one from the mall, isn't he?"

She freed her hand with a tug and looked at me from over her shoulder with a determined look.

"You have no right to intrude in my personal business. And I would appreciate if you cut the crap. You have a new girlfriend and I can do with my life whatever I like."

Before I could react she was on the bike and they were speeding away. I was trying to keep my emotions in check. My hair covered my eyes and my I was clenching my fists so hard, my knuckles were turning white. I was so frustrated and angry at myself. Why did I do this to her and to me?


During months we didn't speak to each other. I almost dropped school and I was sure that by the rate I was going I would get HIV or my liver would die and me with it. I hope it did, I was tired of living. Maybe I could join to the emo kids.

My friends were starting to notice, but I paid them no attention. I couldn't keep thinking about her, no matter what I did.

One day, when I was coming out of detention, I saw her. The halls were deserted and no one was around except for the janitor, maybe.

I had to take advantage of this chance. It was now or never. So I approached from behind. She was at her locker and turned around.

"I heard you were tutoring now."

"As a matter of fact I am. But what is to you? Shouldn't you be with one of your shanks, hum?"

She turned around and we were centimeters apart, I decided to make them millimeters. I made her back against the lockers and caged her between my arms. Yes, I was angry. I was tired of her accusing me. I was trying hard to control myself. It had been too long and I tried not to act on my instincts. Her familiar warmth pulled me in.

"Those were distractions to keep me from thinking of you."

"And I'm supposed to believe that, why?"

"Because it's the truth. I didn't think I was good enough for you. I wanted you to keep away from me. But I wasn't strong enough to do it."

Once again, I let my walls down. I let her see my emotions. I was broken, destroyed, tired. I wanted her to see the truth in my words and needed her t trust me again. It would be hard but I was capable of doing anything if she just let me. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you hated me."

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly hate you? Almost a year has gone by and yet I'm still hoping to go back to what it was before."

A flicker of hope and love appeared in my eyes.

"Even so, you have broken my trust in you. How could I believe you after what you did to me? It's not the same, not anymore."

I was angry at myself. I had made her cry again but I was determined to make it better. I wiped her tears away softly with my thumb.

"Let me make it up to you. Give me a second chance, just this one. I promise I won't hurt you again, I was trying to do what (I thought) was good for you. I made a mistake. A huge mistake, but I'm willing to correct it. If you'll let me."

"Fine"

It was a soft whisper but I was concentrated in her, I was able to her. I don't think I had smiled so big in my life.

I moved so quickly I wasn't even aware it was possible. I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her flushed against me. I kissed her and felt the fire spread through my body. My blood went down towards my lower regions and I couldn't be more happier. I had been so long I wasn't able to contain myself. I wanted to give her everything I got. Wanted her to feel what I was feeling.


After we got kicked out by the janitor for almost doing it on the hall, I drove Sam home. I was going to meet her family. We were holding hands and I couldn't help but softly caress hers. But in the middle of my happiness there was something bugging me. First, her concerned expression. Second, who was the guy from the motorcycle?

"Would you relax? It's gonna be fine."

"I know but, what if you get scared and leave me?"

I laughed so hard I think the whole car shook and the look she was giving me gave me the certainty that I was quiet loud.

"You're family can't be worse than mine, believe me. Besides, what makes you think I'll let you go so easily now that I've got you back?"

"You're right I have nothing to worry about."

"Good. Now, to more important matters. Who was that guy that drove you over and picked you up from school, hum?"

Thou I tried to dissimulate my jealousy it was obvious she realized so, because she let out a tiny giggle. Honestly, I couldn't understand what was so funny.

"He's my brother's gay best friend. And kinda like my best friend too now that I think about it."

"Oh."

I relaxed, but I was blushing and no matter how much of a tiny tint it was, she was able to see it.


The family encounter went smoothly, and that night I climbed up to her room and we had reconciliation sex. One of the best sex ever.

I had left a lot of hickeys on her body and she seemed angry at it, but everybody had to know she was mine now. Everyday onwards I drove her to school and back. We became a public couple and we were considered the cutest one, a title I wasn't so found of. We sometimes went on double dates with her best friend Meg and her boyfriend Ethan. Cool guy.

Her friends tolerated me because they realized I made Sam happy and my friends admitted her into our group. They were good to her and I couldn't help but feel content. For once everything was right in my life. I quieted smoking, drinking and settled for the one girl I loved the most.


Once when laying in bed cuddling I decided it was the right moment to confess. I was softly caressing her hair. She was sprawled over my chest. I hummed quietly to her. Her eyes were closed, but even so I knew she was awake.

"You know I love you so much, right?"

It seems my declaration shocked her because next thing I knew, she had hit my chin with her head in her surprise. She wouldn't stop apologizing even though I told her I was completely fine and that it hadn't hurt so much. Once we calmed done I decided it was time to speak again.

"I really meant what I said earlier, you know."

I could see her looking for honesty in my eyes and when she found it (along with love, I hope) she her most beautiful smiled.

"I love you too."


The End.

Definetively.

I don't feel like writing a sequel, I feel it's best if I let them have their happy ending =)

Thank you so much for reading.

And for those of you who reviewed, thank you most of all! (It really meant a lot to me)

I may post a new story soon.

-CookieWonderHead.