The Letter. THE CHANGE.
Chapter 66: July 3
With a sigh I got down from the coffee table and kind of ran
over to my phone. Kind of meaning I started to but then decided it
wasn't worth it and just walked the rest of the way. I picked
it up and checked caller id before answering, it was Liam.
"Hello?" I asked more
cheerful then I felt at that moment.
He didn't respond right away, I
didn't hear anything at all. "Hello?" I repeated.
Muffled sounds that sounded like someone talking come through the
phone and I realized he must of butt dialed me. I was about to
hang up when I heard Liam talk.
"No, we haven't told her.
He doesn't want to, he's afraid of how she'll
react." My face scrunched up, confused as to what he was
talking about. Who was 'she'? Who is 'he'?
I heard more muffles before he
started talking again. "I want to tell her, but he has a
point. Katia won't take the news well."
Whoa, t. Time out here, what the
bleep are they talking about? My mind started to race, trying to
come up with any possible solution. Ashlyn did something?
Something happened with Zach? Hate from fans? And who is he?
Probably Louis, but who knows, Harry has been weirdly protective
I tried listening again but Louis
asked me who it was. Reluctantly I hung up. "Oh, Liam just
butt dialed me." I shoved my phone into my pocket and tried
to act like it was nothing despite the fact I was actually
He made his way over to where I was
and wrapped his arms around my waist. My arms found their way up
behind his neck, bringing us closer so our chests pressed lightly
against each other. I tilted my head back to look at him. His
hair once again hung in his eyes but this time I didn't try
to move it. My eyes moved around the contours of his face before
resting on his lips, which were curved into a smile. I stood up
on my tiptoes coming just close enough to kiss him, but I
didn't. I stayed there while staring into his pools of blue
and green. The smell of his cologne and minty breath was almost
"You know we still have to
talk," he whispered.
"I need to get you a school
sweatshirt so I can steal it," I told him, ignoring his
earlier remark and the topic.
"Stop dodging the
subject," he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his
"I'm not dodging the
subject, I am simply choosing not to respond," I told him.
He shot me a look telling me that wasn't going to work.
"It was worth a shot."
I rested back on the heels of my
feet. I loosened my arms so they just hung from behind his neck,
not wanting to let go but at the same time not wanting to be
there. He though kept his arms wrapped tightly around me.
"What happened?" he
whispered still. His eyes stared deeply into mine, as if he was
searching in them for an answer.
"Nothing, I don't want to
talk about it," I mumbled, turning my head down to the
"Is it because of the dream?
Katia I promise you I would never to that, I..." My head
"What are you talking
about?" he wasn't supposed to know about him being in
the dream, how did he know that? He struggled to come with
something to say, stumbling over the few words he was able to
"Did Harry tell you?" I
didn't need him to answer, the look on his face was enough.
"God! That.... ugh!" I struggled to come up with a word
that described how I felt about him.
"Don't blame him, he was
just trying to help," Louis defended him. I was still
furious though, I had trusted him and he went behind my back.
Even if it was to try to help he shouldn't of done
"I don't care if he was
trying to help! He shouldn't of done that! He had no right to
tell you my dream!"
"Don't you think I deserve
the right to know what happened?" Louis interrupted me,
slightly upset himself. He let me go slightly so he could pull
away and look at me.
I tried to come up with a good
argument as to why he shouldn't of known, but I couldn't.
"Still, he shouldn't of done that."
AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry I had
to split this chapter into two parts.