Living The Dream (A One Direction FanFic)

Surprise Of A Lifetime

3rd December, 2012

London

It's been three weeks since I last ever heard from Liam. Clearly we're over and maybe I spent a good part of those three weeks crying my eyes out and drowning myself in ice cream and a little champagne since I'm legal now. I've been calling Liam non-stop and he hasn't replied or anything. I don't know what to think. Well, it's been three weeks and I've stopped crying about him for a week or so now. It still kind of hurts to hear the words "Liam Payne" or "One Direction" and I'm still extreamely pissed off at Harry for ruining it all for me.

Trust me, I did send Harry a good amount of angry, threatening voicemails and maybe I threatened to kill him the moment he landed in London. Maybe it's true but I don't regret any of it. 

I tried to put Liam out of my head and so far, it's been good. College is definitely very interesting and fun. Assignments are keeping me busy and I'm determined to do well, so I've been studying a lot lately to stop thinking about Liam. It's working but of course, I can't control my dreams and more than once, my mind keeps replaying his expression when I fell flat on my butt and looked up at him looking at me like I was a criminal. 

I've woken up crying almost everyday and I'm still numb. I've actually kept in touch with Ryan, the guy from the plane. He's actually a really good listener and we Skype a lot, maybe because his wife is a shrink and she's been helping me a LOT. You know the worst thing? Falling asleep every night and knowing this was the exact same bed where Liam spent the night for the first time in my flat and we cuddled and I felt like the happiest girl in the entire world. 

That was three months ago and I can't believe how much has changed in those short months. I really did love Liam, and maybe he felt the same way. Clearly every bit of those 'could-be love' feelings went out the window by now. 

It's December the third. My birthday. My 18th birthday and I'm finally legal to do a lot of things now. Like drink but I don't want to be one of those girls who drown their sorrows in alcohol and end up being dependent on it. I don't want to end up an alcoholic and be those drunk, pathetic girls that throw up everywhere and let guys take advantage of. I still have a bit of dignity and maybe our alleged break-up has spread throughout the world and people are now calling me a ho all the time. Most of them were 'I knew they would never last' or 'She was never right for Liam in the first place, I'm glad she's gone' and people have started hating on me even more.

Zayn had come to my rescue again by tweeting about not picking on me lately but I don't think the lads even remember my birthday.

It's now 11am and I'm all alone on a Saturday morning watching lame breakfast TV shows on the telly and one of it announces that the lads have landed in London last night. OF COURSE my birthday would be spent alone. 

Duh. What did you expect? 

The doorbell rang and I got up to answer it. I checked myself out in the mirror before answering the door because the last delivery man MIGHT have screamed when I opened the door a week back after spending 6 hours straight crying. I think he thought a zombie apocalyspe happened overnight. I actually looked pretty good, I had put on a cute dress today and put some makeup on. My hair looked good today too.

The FedEx guy had a HUGE box at his feet when I opened the door. "Hi, are you Lucy Hale?" he asked, smiling.

"Yeah, I am." I looked at the box. "Is that for me?" He nodded as he handed me a clipboard and I signed it in double quick time. My heart leaped - maybe the lads HAVEN'T forgotten my birthday. Maybe they sent me something after all. Other than a few text message "Happy Birthday"s and a lame card from my mum, I haven't got anything. Claire did send me a penguin carved out of wood from Alaska where she's going to college and Hailey did send me a postcard from Florida with a lame picture of herself in a bikini in a picturesque beach. She looked kind of fat in that picture by the way.