When You said 'Rock Me', Is This What You Meant? | l.t (Book l) [unedited]

Chapter Thirty Nine

A/N: This chapter switches POV often, so please don't get confused!

Liam's POV:

I sobbed into my hands as I laid under my bed. I couldn't bear this anymore. I just couldn't take it.

Christina had to end it, she had to end it then and there.

Today would be the day.

Today we finish it.

Today, all will be better.... she promised. She promised, Christina never breaks her promises. She promised.

Zoe's POV:

When we woke up, Liam was gone again.

It had been two days since Louis proposed to me, and it was already all over the internet. The fans are fairly insane, but they were the reason Louis is famous.

"Babe, let's go grocery shopping." Louis said, coming into the bedroom.

"No, I'll just go. Honesty doesn't feel well." I frowned, pushing her hair from her warm forehead.

"Oh, alright. I'll look after her." He smiled. I stood from her little bed, and grabbed my phone and purse.

"Maybe bring back some fast food?" He grinned. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"So, I'm going to the grocery store so you can eat fast food? Don't be greedy." I scoffed, but I knew I would be bringing back some McDonalds.

"Love you." He pecked my lips as I departed.

"Love you." I responded as I walked down the stairs.

During shopping, many, many, many people asked for my autographs and took pictures with me. One person even tried to set up and interview with me, which I politely declined. Another offered me a free physical trainer, which left me offended none the less.

"How does it feel?" The cashier asked as I piled my items on the belt.

"Amazing." I grinned, and swiped the card.

"How did it get out?" She asked, snapping her gum.

"Um, I think somebody told Perez." I guessed. It was the first article to be published, so it was only natural to think so.

"I love Perez Hilton." She said. I nodded, no longer interested in the conversation. I stood there for a minute, waiting.

"Can I get my receipt?" I quirked a brow.

"Oh yeah." She laughed, and ripped the paper. I smiled as I departed away from her.

Piling the food in the car, somebody tapped on my shoulder.

"Miss?" They asked. I turned around to look at the woman, the cashier.

"Yeah?" I smiled. Her smiled turned to a smirk when her fist connected with my face, making me fall and bash my head against the car. I gasped, holding my bleeding head.

"What the-" I was cut off by a rag being placed over my face, and then I began fading.

Louis' POV:

It had been two hours since Zoe left, and now I was convinced she got in a car wreck or something.

"Paul just go look for her." I begged. My daughter was still upstairs, sleeping.

"No, Louis. She is a woman, maybe she stopped to go shopping?" He smiled, trying to make me feel better.

"She would answer my call!" I yelled, and through the phone across the room, it breaking against the wall.