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  1. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 16, 2012 8:50pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 17
    I woke up the next morning with a slightly fuzzy memory.
    I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, making myself a cup of coffee.
    "Make me one too!" Zayn shouted from his bedroom. I rolled my eyes and got out a second mug, then sat down at the counter. I poured coffee into each mug once it was ready and waited for Zayn to come out.
    "Zayn, did anything happen last night?" I asked, racking my brain.
    "Not between us, no. You left the charity ball early and came home." he said.
    Right. Okay, so nothing happened. I grabbed my phone out of the charger and scrolled through my messages. There was one from Liam.
    Liam: we need to talk.
    That didn't sound good. What did he want to talk about?
    Oh my god. Suddenly, I remembered what happened last night.
    Liam confessed his feelings for me, and I kissed him. We kissed. A lot.
    Why was I doing this? Not only was I going to get hurt, but I was going to hurt Zayn as well. But, he was the one who said he didn't want a relationship.
    "Morning." said some brunette, walking into the kitchen wearing my robe.
    "Excuse me? Who are you, and why are you wearing my robe?" I asked rudely.
    "Oh, this is Amanda. We met at the ball last night." Zayn said.
    Wait, what? Zayn brought a girl home last night?
    I know we're not dating, but I was still kind of upset. What a player.
    "I'm going to my room." I mumbled, getting up and walking away.
    About ten minutes later, Zayn walked in. He noticed I was upset. Crap.
    "She's nothing. Look, I was upset you ditched me last night, and I don't know. We didn't do anything." he said. He felt guilty.
    "Zayn, I have a lot of fun with you. I really do. And I'm not gonna lie, you're a great kisser. But I haven't been completely honest with you. And you might get mad at me for not telling you this earlier, but I need to. Just hear me out." I said.
    He nodded his head, but looked confused. I continued.
    "It's about Liam." I started. He motioned for me to go on, so I did.
    "About a month ago, he told me that he had feelings for me. And you know what I did? I ran. I ran away from him, and avoided him up until last night." I told him.
    "So I've been sleeping with the girl that my best friend has a crush on?"
    "I should have told you. I just, I didn't know what to do at the time, so I went to you. I ran away from what I was scared of. I was scared of my feelings for Liam. But last night, he told me he loved me. And I can't keep playing you, or him." I said. I hope Zayn understood what I was getting at.
    "So you want to put an end to this?" Zayn asked.
    "I really don't want you to hate me. We can still be roomies, and best friends." I said, with a hopeful smile on my face. Zayn pulled me in for a hug, and I knew we were going to be okay.
    "I could hook you up with Madison!" I said excitedly.
    "I think that would be awkward, me dating your cousin." he said, and laughed.
    "Good point." I said, shrugging my shoudlers.
    "Well, what are you waiting for? Go get him!" Zayn shouted, pushing me out of my bedroom. I grabbed my keys and cell phone and walked out of the flat, and to my car. I started to drive to Liam's house, but realized I didn't know where he lived. I called Zayn and asked for Liam's address, and after he gave it to me, I was on my way again. I drove to the house number Zayn gave me, got out, and walked up to the door. I took a deep breath before knocking, and someone answered shortly after. It was Liam.
    "Hi." I said, breathless.
    "Carly? What are you doing here?" he asked, stepping out onto the porch.
    "Last night, you told me you loved me. And I didn't tell you how I feel. I should have." I started, just as rain started to fall from the sky. Liam went to open the door, but it wouldn't move.
    "We're locked out." he said, and I laughed. Great.
    "Anyways, I like you Liam. I'm sorry I ran off when you told me that you had feelings for me. I have a tendency to run from my past." I said, thinking back to the months after my father died, or when I left high school because of the bullies.
    "I don't wanna run anymore. Because even though my past caught up with me, I'm okay with it. Because now I can spend my future with you." I said, kissing him. He kissed me back, and I ran my fingers through his hair.
    Kissing someone in the rain? Check that off my bucket list.
    Kissing someone you might be in love with in the rain?
    Done.
    ...................................
    they're finally together! a lot of you wanted her with zayn, but this is a liam fanfic! and i think im only gonna do a few more chapters, like maybe up to 25. then I'll start another one, and it will probably be amazing! haha(: <33

  2. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 16, 2012 12:23pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 16
    "Hey, I'm not feeling so great. I'm gonna go home." I said after dancing.
    "Let me get my jacket." he said, starting towards the coat check.
    "No, I need some to myself. I have to go call my brother." I said, a lump rising in my throat. Ever since Britney made that remark, I felt guilty.
    Part of the reason I left was because I couldn't handle having people feel sorry for me anymore. my mother had been so upset, and she was finally starting to move on. I was glad for her, but my brother couldn't seem toget past it.
    He and my father were close. They were very close. I didn't know what he was going to do after my dad died. He moped around for a while, then tried to get on with his life. But he couldn't. I told him I needed to start my life, and he told me he would try and start his. We made a promise to let each other know if we were doing well in life. And so far, I hadn't gotten a call from him.
    It's been two years. I haven't talked to him in two years. I feel terrible.
    I went home and dialed his number, kind of hoping he wouldn't pick up.
    What would I say to him? He did answer though.
    "Chris?" I asked, not believing it was him. He sounded so different.
    "Who's calling?" he asked. He didn't even recognize my voice. Did he even want to talk to me? He probably didn't want me in his life.
    "It's, uh, it's Carly."
    "Carly? Oh my god." he gasped.
    "Hey." I said, not sure what was coming next.
    "Wow. I didn't expect you to call." he said. Gosh, I was a terrible sister.
    "Chris, how are you?" I asked, afraid of the answer.
    "Honestly? I'm doing okay. I'm, uh, I'm engaged."
    WHAT?! I leave my brother, and he's depressed. I call two years later, and he's engaged? And didn't even call to let me know?
    "Wow. There's a suprise." I said, still shocked.
    "I was going to tell you. But I didn't think you wanted to hear from me. Look, I'm sorry if I ruined your life sis." he said. Oh no.
    "You didn't. Actually, I was calling about our promise."
    "So you're doing well in life?" he asked, and I could practically hear him smiling through the phone. He remembered.
    "I'm doing well. You should come visit." I said, meaning it.
    "Yeah, actually. I was going to tell you this, too. We're in England for about a month. Lucy's family live here, and we have news to share with them." he said.
    "Oh my gosh! You should definitely stop by!" I said, giving him my address. After talking for what seemed like another hour, I told him to call me later and hung up. I heard someone knock at the door. Zayn must have forgotten his key.
    I didn't expect to see Liam when I opened the door.
    "Hi." I said, trying to catch my breath.
    "We need to talk." he said, walking into the flat and sitting on the couch.
    "Sure. What's up?" I asked, playing it cool.
    "Look, I completely understand if you don't like me. But you don't have to go after my best friend. It's kind of hurtful to watch." he said.
    "I'm not going after Zayn. He's just a really good friend." I said, stressing the last word. I can't believe Liam's doing this, right now.
    "While we're talking about things that are hurtful to watch, why did you bring Britney? I thought you were over us hating each other." I mumbled.
    "I needed some way to get your attention. You've been avoiding me!" he yelled.
    "Yeah, I have been. You can't just tell somebody that you've hated for the past five years that you have feelings towards them!" I screamed back.
    "I never hated you!" he hollered. What?
    "I NEVER hated you Carly. Can't you see? I've always wanted you. I've always been in love with you. Do you know how hard it is to watch the person you love hate you?" he asked, his voice going back to normal volume.
    "Stop. Just stop." I said, putting my hands up.
    "No. You can't just tell someone to stop loving you and expect them to do it." he said. Wait? He loves me? Could things get any more complicated?
    "Liam, I said stop!" I said, raising my voice again.
    "Carly, you don't understand-"
    "Liam, shut up." I said, my heart beating fast.
    "Make me." he replied. How old was he, five?
    But I accepted his challenge. I grabbed his head and pulled it close to mine, our lips meeting seconds later. He kissed me back, hard.
    I've been waiting so long to do this.
    Maybe I never really hated him. Maybe I loved him.
    Or maybe I loved to hate him.
    ............................
    is she with Liam? or Zayn? playaaaaa.

  3. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 16, 2012 11:44am UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 15
    "Hey, are you okay? You don't have to go to this if you don't want to." Zayn said, his arm around my shoulders. I was trying not to cry, but it was just so hard.
    "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just-I have bad history with Britney." I said.
    Zayn just shook his head, not pressuring me to go on. But I did anyway.
    "Remember how I told you about how Liam had talked to me that summer, then when we were back at school he ignored me and made fun of me?" I asked.
    He nodded, so I went on with my story.
    "Well, the first day of school was the worst. Because Liam told me over the summer that he liked me, but when he didn't talk to me, I knew something was up. So after first period, I saw him and Britney together. Making out right in front of me. It's like she was trying to rub it in, you know?"
    "I know exactly what you're saying. And I don't quite know why Liam would bring her back like this. Does he want you to hate him again?" Zayn asked.
    That's the thing. I didn't tell Zayn that Liam confessed his feelings to me.
    Because then Zayn would insist we stop fooling around, and I didn't want to.
    "I think he has mixed feelings towards me." I said, deciding to play it safe.
    "Well, let's forget about it for tonight. We're going to have fun. I hope you're ready to dance." he said with a wink. I laughed and leaned my forehead against his. We were so close, and alone in this cab, besides the driver.
    I pressed my lips to Zayn's and my heart fluttered.
    "Yeah. This is going to be a good night." he said, pulling away from me once we arrived. He got out of the cab first, then gave me his hand. I gladly took it and we held hands while walking into the grand building, which looked like a castle. There were a bunch of fans and paparazzi outside, snapping pictures.
    Zayn kept hold of my hand, and I kept my head down, until he told me to pose. He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close. I looked up into his eyes, a wide smile on my face. He gazed into my eyes as well, and smiled.
    We continued to walk into the building, then were escorted to the ballroom.
    "This is beautiful." I said, in awe, as we walked to our table.
    Of course the other guys and their dates would be sitting at the same table as us. But Zayn decided we would sit on the opposite side of Liam and Britney, because he didn't want me to have to put up with that.
    We sat and chatted for a while, and I stared around the room, not part of the conversation. Until Harry asked me a question.
    "So, how much did Zayn pay you?" he asked.
    "Excuse me?" I asked, laughing lightly.
    "There's no way Zayn could get a girl as beautiful as you for his date tonight."
    "You're so sweet. And way out of my league." I said, winking at him. He hung his head, pretending to be offended.
    "I'm joking Harry." I said, and he smiled. Soon, our meals came and we ate.
    I felt someone's hand on my upper thigh as we were eating. My eyes widened, and I turned my head towards Zayn, who was in the middle of a conversation with Louis. Sure enough, it was his hand. I grabbed it, which got his attention.
    "Let's dance." I said, getting out of my chair.
    We walked onto the dance floor just as the song was changing to a slow one.
    "I love this song!" I exclaimed as Whitney Houston's 'My Heart Will Go On' poured out the speakers. Zayn put his hand on my waist, and I put mine on his shoulder. Our bodies were so close, it took everything I had to not lean up and kiss him. He smiled at me, and I smiled back at him. As we were twirling around the room, I caught someone's gaze. Liam.
    He looked totally jealous.
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    what do you guys think? sorry, i messed up the chapter numberssss! haha

  4. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 15, 2012 9:12pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 13
    I've been avoiding Liam for almost a month now. I just didn't know how to tell him that I felt the same way. I didn't know if I wanted to tell him I felt the same way. It seemed that everytime I was ready to tell him, Zayn would come back into the picture. Which complicated things even more.
    Zayn and I are not dating, and he was the one who decided that. He said we have fun together, and I totally agree. That's all I need right now. I just need to have fun. I don't need a serious relationship. Nor do I want one.
    "Are you almost ready? The guys will be here any minute!" Zayn hollered from his room. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring my beautiful dress. It was a pretty yellow, with gems right above the waist. My hair was curled and had a waterfall braid, and my shoes and jewelry matched the gems on my dress.
    Tonight I was going to a charity ball with Zayn. But did he just say the guys will be here any minute? I must have heard wrong.
    "Zayn, what do you mean the guys will be here any minute?" I asked, putting in my second earring and walking out to the living room area.
    "Yeah, Harry, Louis, Niall, and Liam are coming. With their dates." he said.
    "Liam's coming? Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, kind of annoyed.
    "Because then you wouldn't come, and I don't want to go alone." he replied.
    "You're so selfish." I said, sitting down next to him.
    "And you're beautiful." he said, kissing me.
    "You're smudging my lipstick!" I said, right as the doorbell rang.
    "Come in!" I called out, and four boys walked in, each one with a girl on their arm. Even Liam. I wonder what her name was.
    "Hey guys. This is my date, Carly." Zayn said, laughing. The guys kind of looked suprised, and Liam looked shocked. And kind of upset.
    Louis was with a pretty girl named Eleanor, Harry with a cutie named Krysta, Niall with a family friend, Char, and Liam with someone named Britney.
    Wait. Britney? It couldn't be her. Could it? No, Liam wouldn't do that to me.
    "Wait wait wait. You said your date's name is Carly?" Britney asked Zayn.
    "Yeah, that's what I said." he replied, sensing tension between Britney and I.
    "What's her last name?" Britney asked Zayn again.
    "Why don't you just ask me?" I asked her, irritated.
    "Nevermind. I thought you were someone I used to go to school with, but she never would have had the guts to talk to me like that. Plus she wasn't pretty."
    Oh my god. I cannot believe she just said that.
    "Wow. You're still mean." I said, rolling my eyes. She looked taken aback.
    "So it is you. Wow. How much did the surgery cost?" she asked nastily.
    "Not everybody's fake like you." I fired back. Take that.
    "Well, it's four years later and guess who still doesn't have Liam?" she asked.
    "Oh, so he's your boyfriend?" I asked, my eyebrows raised, my lip curling into a smile. Here we go.
    "Uh, not exactly." she replied quietly.
    "So that mean's YOU still don't have Liam." I replied, my lips pursed.
    "At least my dad cares about me." she snapped.
    That did it. A tear fell from my eye. Nobody here knew what happened.
    "My father passed away." I whispered, my eyes looking to the ground.
    "Oh my god. Carly, I had no idea." she said, her eyes wide.
    "Can we go?" I asked, staring into Zayn's eyes.
    "Yeah, we'll take our own cab." he said, grabbing his jacket and opening the door for me. That was terrible. I cannot believe Britney's back.
    Why would Liam bring her back into my life? Was he really out to get me? And why, why would he bring her as his date if he liked me? Was he trying to act like he was in high school again?
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  5. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 14, 2012 10:56pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 13
    (back in Carly's POV)
    I woke up the next morning and rolled over to look at my alarm clock. Except I didn't see what time it was, because Zayn's head was in the way.
    Wait, what? Why was Zayn in my bed? I thought he said that us almost hooking up was a one time thing. I guess he lied. Even after Harry caught us, we still made out and hooked up a lot. Things were just so easy with him, like he wasn't expecting a relationship or something. Which was a good thing.
    So I guess you can call us 'friends with benefits.' Except nobody knows.
    So it's kind of a secret thing. And I'll admit, it's kind of fun.
    "Zayn, get up. Don't you have a photo shoot soon or something?" I asked, flicking his head in order to get him moving.
    "Yeah, I'm going." he said, getting out of my bed and walking to his room.
    I went and took a shower, then got dressed. I grabbed my phone and checked my messages. I had two new messages from Harry.
    Harry: Just found out some interesting news.
    Harry: Carly, I need to talk to you. It's important.
    I wonder what he wants to talk about... I texted him back and he sait it was urgent, so I told him I would meet him at the coffee shop downtown. I walked to the shop around the corner and saw Harry sitting in a booth.
    "Hey, what's up?" I asked, sitting across from him. I ordered an iced coffee and talked to Harry while waiting for it.
    "Okay, well this is some pretty big news, and I honestly have no idea how you're going to take it." he said, warning me. Oh great.
    "Harry. What's going on?" I asked again, growing impatient.
    "It's about Liam." he said, and I was getting anxious.
    "Harry. Just tell me."
    "Liam, um. Liam likes you." he told me.
    "You're lying. He doesn't like me. He doesn't hate me, but he doesn't like me either." I said, trying to convince myself of it.
    "No, he likes you. He even told me himself." he said.
    "I don't get it though. Why wouldn't he tell me?" I asked, confused.
    "He said he tried to, but couldn't bring himself to say it. Oh, and he would be extremely mad if he knew I told you. I wasn't supposed to tell anyone, let alone the person that he actually likes." Harry said. Great. So Liam liked me, and I was hooking up with his best friend. Could this get any more complicated?
    "Okay, well I have to go. But you didn't hear this from me." he said, getting up and leaving. I was left in shock, wondering how things could have gone from Liam hating me to Liam liking me in that way.
    I grabbed my coffee and started walking back to my apartment. The shop was close, but the walk was still a good twenty minutes. And with my luck, it started to downpour as I was about halfway home. I heard a truck pull up next to me, and I saw a guy in the driver's seat. Liam.
    "Need a ride?" he asked, and I shook my head no.
    "Come on. You're going to get soaked." he said, trying again.
    "Liam, I'm fine. It's not that far of a walk." I said.
    "Get in." he said, and I gave in. I opened the door and pulled myself up into the big truck. It was quiet for a few minutes before I spoke up.
    "Thanks for giving me a ride. I really appreciate it." I mumbled. I didn't know how to act towards Liam now that I knew he liked me.
    "Anytime." he said, adjusting the volume on the radio.
    "Liam, you seemed like you had something important to tell me last night, but I was so busy you never had time. What was it?" I asked, trying to get him to admit that he liked me. Which was going to be hard.
    "Okay, I guess I can tell you. The truth is, I don't hate you Carly. As a matter of fact, the only reason I was ever mad at you is because you switched schools. And I liked you, a lot. I felt terrible for pretending to be cool and not talk to you. It was killing me, and now I realize what I want. To be with you." he said.
    I was stunned. I didn't know how to respond. So I didn't. I got out of the car at a stop sign and ran the rest of the way to my flat. Because I didn't want Liam to know that I felt the same way too.
    ..............................
    finally, the truth comes out!

  6. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 13, 2012 8:44pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 12
    LIAM'S POV
    Why won't she forgive me? I know I was a jerk, but I was kinda hoping she would look past that. Apparently not. I wasn't going to give up that easily though.
    I got into my car and drove to the karaoke club, since I was hoping that's where Carly is. But when I walked in and saw the crowd, I knew she would be impossible to find. I spotted her cousin Madison and called her over.
    "Is Carly here?" I asked, my voice loud.
    "Yeah, she's in the back." she screamed to me, in order to be heard.
    "Right, thanks." I said, walking towards the back room. I knocked on the door and heard her voice.
    "One minute!" she called, shuffling around the room. She opened the door a few seconds later, and I saw Zayn sitting in the chair next to her desk playing with a pencil. She was staring at me expectantly.
    "Hi, I didn't mean to interrupt." I said, glancing at Zayn.
    "Oh, Zayn was just leaving." she said, and he got out of the chair, then made a goofy face when he passed me. Did he have lip gloss on his cheek?
    "What's up?" Carly asked, moving papers around and organizing her desk.
    "I need to tell you something. Important." I started off, and she looked up at me. Gosh, it was so hard not to get lost in those eyes.
    "Go on." she said, crossing her arms.
    "Well, I know I apologized. But I really need you to know that I'm not the same guy. I've changed, I really have." I said.
    "You've told me that. I believe you." she said, turning her back to me.
    "But for some reason, I don't think you do believe me." I responded.
    "Liam, I'm really busy right now. What did you have to tell me?" she asked, sounding slightly annoyed. Should I tell her? But if I do, then I have to face the fact that she might reject me. Why would I tell her? There's no way she could possibly like me. I broke her heart. I'm the reason she changed.
    I liked her the way she was during high school. Why did I do that? I was such a jerk. There's no way I can tell her what I want to.
    "Um. I, um. I'm sorry. Really sorry." I said, shoving my hands in my pockets.
    "You said that already." she said, flipping through a folder.
    "Right. Okay, well, see you later." I said, walking out of the back room.
    Once again, I blew my chance. I walked out into the club and everybody was having a good time. I walked over to Zayn and Harry, sitting at the bar.
    "Hey guys. You should go sing." I said, teasing them.
    "No Liam, you should go sing. With that girl. She seems into you." Harry said, pointing to Madison. He's joking, right?
    "Harry, that's Carly's cousin. There's no way she's into me." I responded.
    "You're right. I'm just messing with you." Harry said.
    "Jerk. I'm going to get some air, I'll be back." I said, walking out of the club.
    I walked the streets near the karaoke bar for a while before going back. I really needed to clear my head, because I wasn't thinking straight.
    I went back to the club and walked in to see a bunch of people dancing together to some fast pop song. I searched for Harry and Zayn, but couldn't find them anywhere. Until I looked on the dance floor. I saw Zayn dancing extremely close to some beautiful girl with long hair tied in a ponytail. Was that Carly?
    It was. But I didn't care, right? Wrong.
    I was jealous. Because whether I wanted to admit it or not, I liked Carly.
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    ohhhh snappppp! dramaaaaaa. feedback?(:

  7. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 12, 2012 7:50pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 11
    "Hey, I'm back." Zayn said, kicking the door shut since his hands were full of grocery bags. I walked over and helped him unload them.
    "Liam stopped by." I started cautiously.
    "Oh, did you tell him I wasn't home? What did he want?" he asked.
    "Actually, he didn't want to talk to you. He came to talk to me." I said.
    "Well is everything alright? He didn't upset you, did he?" Zayn asked.
    "No, I don't think so. I'm pretty sure he apologized." I told him.
    "Liam apologized? To you?" he asked, shocked.
    "I know, I can't believe it either. I don't think I want to." I admitted.
    "Well, even though he is one of my best friends, it was a terrible thing to do to someone. I don't know if I would forgive him just yet, if I were you." he said.
    "That's the thing. I can forgive him all I want, but I will never forget what he put me through." I confessed, thinking back to those days.
    "I don't know why anybody would want to hurt such a precious girl like you."
    "Aw, stop. You're making me blush." I said, hitting his chest lightly.
    "I'm not joking Carly. You're so sweet, and funny, and kind, and caring. I don't know why Liam played you, but it was dumb on his part. Because he lost something truly special." he said, moving closer to me.
    I looked up and met Zayn's gaze. He was doing that half-smile thing that guys do, and it was ridiculously sexy. My body was pressed up against his, and I knew what was coming next. And I didn't stop it.
    Zayn's lips met mine, soft at first, but growing more intense each second. I gave in, and kissed him back. He picked me up and put me on the counter, my legs tight around his waist. I ran my hands through his hair as he kissed my neck.
    The doorbell rang, and we ignored it. Which was probably a bad idea, because the person waiting decided to try and open the door. Which was unlocked.
    "Zayn? Are you home?" Harry walked in the room just as I pulled away.
    "Thanks, I think my knee's better." I said, rubbing my hand on it.
    "No problem. What's up Harry?" he asked nonchalantly.
    "Oh my god. You two were just about to do it." Harry said, his eyes wide.
    "No, we definitely were not. I scraped my knee earlier and Zayn fixed it." I said.
    "Show me." Harry said. Obviously he didn't believe me.
    "What? No, that's crazy. I'm not showing you my knee." I told him.
    "Then you're lying." he replied.
    "I am not lying. But I'm not showing you my knee either." I declared.
    "Come on guys. Don't lie to me. I won't tell anyone."
    "You can tell anybody you want about my scraped knee, I really don't care." I replied. Harry rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. I found myself staring at Zayn, who ran his hand up my leg. I bit my lip to keep from smiling and jumped off the counter, walking over to Harry.
    "How long have you two been hooking up?" he asked me.
    "We haven't been." I responded. Harry stared at me with raised eyebrows.
    "Fine, you caught us. I'm not sure what came over me, but it was a one time thing. Please, don't tell anyone." Zayn pleaded.
    "Your secret's safe with me." Harry said. And strangely, I believed him.
    "You're lucky that was me who walked in, and not Liam." he said. What?
    "What are you talking about?" I asked, confused.
    "Well, he already hates you enough. If he found out you were hooking up with one of his best friends, he might be a little mad, don't you think?"
    "Why would he be mad? It's not like he likes me or anything. Like you said, he hates me. And I know that." I said.
    "But do you hate him?" Zayn asked.
    "I did. But he apologized, and seemed sincere." I told them.
    "Look, I know he's my friend, but remember what I told you earlier." he said.
    Don't forgive him, not just yet. That's what Zayn had told me. But why didn't he want me to forgive him? Unless...
    Zayn liked me. And I, being as undecisive as ever, may have some sort of feelings for Zayn.
    ................................
    oh snap! haha, i think the next chapter is going to be in Liam's POV just to show how everything is playing out. big stuff coming up!

  8. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 10, 2012 9:10pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 10
    Later that day, while I was all alone at the apartment, I heard a knock on the door. I didn't bother looking through the peephole, I just opened the door.
    I wish I hadn't though, because I was face to face with Liam.
    "Zayn's not here." I said, my tone even, then closed the door.
    The knocking started again, and once again, I opened the door.
    "What do you want?" I snapped, starting to get annoyed.
    "I'm not here to talk to Zayn, I need to talk to you." he said.
    "Well, now's not a good time. I'm kind of busy." I lied, starting to shut the door.
    Liam stopped the door with his hand and walked into my apartment.
    "Carly, please. Let me talk to you." he begged. I rolled my eyes and walked over to the couch, taking a seat. Liam followed me, and began to talk.
    "I know I've been a jerk to you. You're the only person that I really ever acted like that to. I don't know why, but you bring out the worst in me." he said.
    "Gee, thanks for the compliment." mumbled, crossing my arms.
    "No, that's not what I meant. I'm going to be honest with you. When I was in high school, I didn't care about my grades, or my class rank. I just wanted to fit in, to be 'cool' and 'popular' but that's not what it's all about. You knew that, but I didn't. So when I started talking to you, I just felt different. A good different. But people started saying things, and like I said, I cared about popularity. Which is why I blew you off after that summer." he confessed.
    "That doesn't make it okay." I whispered.
    "I know it doesn't. And I don't know what will make it okay. But all that I know is I was a jerk, and I shouldn't have played you like that." he told me.
    "You made me feel like I was worth something. Like maybe it was possible for geeks and popular kids to mix, maybe even date. You were the first person that was ever nice to me. My first real friend. The first, and at the time, only, person I could trust. But you blew it. Now, not only do I not trust you, but I don't think of you as a friend, and I don't think you're even nice to me." I admitted.
    "Carly, I understand why you hate me. And if I was in your position, I wouldn't dare give me a second chance. But for some reason, here I am, asking for one. And I don't know why." he told me. Wow.
    "Because you feel guilty. You don't care about me, you only want to feel better about yourself, and you think trying to correct your past will do that. News flash: you can't correct this Liam. Nothing can." I said, sighing.
    "Last night, you said there were namy other reasons why you hated me."
    "Yeah, there are. One of them is the fact that you're such a nice person now, and so caring, and I just wish you were like that back in high school. Another reason is because I still haven't forgiven you for the time you took my swing at recess in third grade, and you always made fun of me. I was really insecure, and you made sure that I stayed that way." I told him.
    I could see the guilt in his eyes, but I didn't care. He looked upset, like he didn't know he was capable of doing those things. But he was.
    "Carly, I know I'm asking a lot for you to forgive me. But at least change your opinion of me. Maybe instead of hating me, you can despise me?" he asked.
    "Liam, I don't want you to apologize. Because if you didn't make fun of me or call me those names back in high school, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I changed a lot, for the better, and to be honest, it was because of you. So if anything, I should be thanking you. Which is weird. But I think it's time for you to go." I said, getting up and opening the door.
    "Bye Carly." he said, walking out of my flat.
    Well, that was weird. I didn't expect Liam to apologize. And I didn't want to accept his apology. I wanted us to keep hating each other.
    But since some feelings of hatred went away, there was room for more feelings to come into my heart. And I think these feelings weren't any better.
    Because I think, I think I was developing a crush.
    On Liam Payne.
    ...................
    ooh! drammaaaaa! what does everyone think? the next few chapters are going to be exciting! write predictions!!!

  9. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 10, 2012 7:20pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 9
    I ran to my room and slammed the door shut behind me. I was sobbing now, and didn't really know why. I guess my feelings of hatred towards Liam have been building up inside for all these years. It felt good to finally let him know how I feel. I heard a knock on my door, but chose to ignore it.
    "Carly, please. Let me in." Zayn said.
    "I'm changing right now. Can it wait?" I asked, trying to sound cheery.
    "Actually, no. I'm coming in." he said, breaking the lock and opening the door.
    "You're not changing." he stated.
    "And you're not listening to me. I'm fine, really." I said, even though he could probably see the mascara streaking down my face.
    "Did that really happen?" he asked, concerned.
    "Zayn, it was a long time ago. Really. I'm over it." I said, shrugging it off like it was no big deal. But it was.
    "I don't think you are." he said.
    "So what if I'm not?" I asked softly.
    "Come here." he said, opening his arms and wrapping me in a tight hug.
    "It's going to be alright. Trust me." he said, stroking my hair.
    "Why should I trust you? You're his best friend." I said, still crying softly.
    "Because I'm your roomie. And roomies have to be honest with each other." he said, making me smile. I looked up at him and he smiled at me, then I buried my face in his chest. It felt so good to finally have a friend on my side.
    "Come on, we've got a house party to get back to!" he said
    "I think I'm just gonna stay in here. I have a lot of work to do." I told him, closing the door after he walked away. I walked over and sat on my bed, pulling my laptop out. I checked a few emails, then got tired. I fell back onto my pillows and went to sleep.
    "Carly. Carly, wake up." Zayn was calling my name. I opened my eyes and saw that it was 2:30 in the morning. What could he possibly want?
    "What? I'm tired." I groaned.
    "Just checking to make sure you're okay." he said, patting my head.
    "I'm fine, just grumpy cause someone decided to wake me up at 2:30 am." I said, rolling my eyes and going back to sleep.
    "Goodnight roomie." he said, kissing my cheek and walking out of the room.
    I woke up the next morning and walked out into the kitchen, only to find a huge mess.
    "ZAYN!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and I heard footsteps seconds later.
    "Harry? What are you doing here?" I asked as he walked over to the fridge, grabbing the milk carton.
    "Well, nobody gave me a drink limit last night, so Zayn just let me crash here." he said, and come to think of it, he did look hungover. And hot, considering he was shirtless.
    "Okay, you are NOT going to drink from that carton. Where's Zayn?" I asked, getting impatient. I hated messes, and this was driving me crazy.
    "Right here." Zayn said, walking up behind me.
    "Zayn, this place is a mess! When I left this room last night, it was spotless. Care to explain?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.
    "No, but I'll clean it up, don't worry." he said, grabbing cups and throwing them into the garbage can.
    "So, that was quite the fight." Harry said, sitting next to me at the counter.
    "Not even. There's so much more I could have said. He seems clueless, like he's all innocent and stuff. But he's not." I said, taking a sip of water.
    "You gotta give him a chance." Harry said.
    "You don't understand Harry. I don't want to give him another chance. He doesn't deserve another chance." I said, shaking my head.
    "I understand where you're coming from. But the kid knows he messed up. And to be honest with you, I think he's developed feelings for you." Harry said, winking.
    "Stop it. It's not nice to spread lies like that. That's how rumors start, and how people get their hopes up, only to have them crushed. Besides, I don't like him." I confessed. And I thought it was true.
    But there was something inside me that said I was wrong.
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    feedback please?(:

  10. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 9, 2012 10:01pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 8
    "Zayn, people are going to be here any minute! Get out here!" I yelled, and he arrived in the kitchen moments later wearing jeans and a tshirt.
    "I still don't understand why we're doing this." he said.
    "It's a house party! You just moved in, it will be fun!" I said, grabbing his shoulders and convincing him.
    "Fine. But we forgot food." he pointed out. Crap. How could I forget food?
    "Okay, you stay here, I'll go get pizza or something." I said, walking out of the apartment and driving to the local pizzeria.
    I returned an hour later with six pizzas, four bottles of soda, and two bags of chips. I knocked on the door, which was hard to do with my hands full.
    "Here, let me help you." said a guy's voice, but I couldn't see who it was with the pizza boxes blocking my view.
    "Thanks." I said, as he took a few boxes. I was then able to see who it was, and I immediately regretted accepting his help. It was Liam.
    "No problem." he said, holding the door open for me. I walked in and set the food on the counter then turned to Liam.
    "So, Zayn invited you? I didn't know you two were close." he said, suprised.
    "Actually, I live here." I said, an edge in my voice.
    "That's funny." he said, not laughing.
    "I'm not joking. I've been looking for a roommate, and when Zayn dropped by looking for a place, he decided this would do. So we're roommates now." I said, my voice serious.
    "Oh. He didn't tell me." he said, looking even more suprised, if not shocked.
    "Yeah, well..." I said, trailing off and walking away. For some reason, he was annoying me today more than usual. I've decided not to forgive him yet. I was crazy to think I might have feelings for him.
    "Let's play truth or dare!" Niall shouted, and I walked into the living room, where Zayn and his friends were spread out on the carpet.
    "Okay, I'm in." I said, taking a seat next to Harry.
    "Okay, Carly, truth or dare?" Liam asked me.
    "Hmm.. truth." I said, choosing the easier of the two.
    "Tell me why you hate me." he said.
    "Liam, no. You know why I hate you." I replied.
    "No I don't." he said.
    "Yeah, I've always kind of wondered." Louis said, jumping in.
    "Guys, stop. Really." I said. But they didn't.
    "It can't be that bad, can it?" Zayn asked.
    "Seriously, please stop." I said, on the verge of crying.
    "Guys, stop." Harry said, realizing I was upset.
    "No Harry. Stay out of it. Carly, why do you hate me?" Liam asked, not ready to back down.
    "I-I..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I was NOT about to explain why I hated Liam Payne in front of all his friends, and some people I didn't even know.
    "She doesn't even have a good reason." Liam said. I was so upset and angry right now, I just didn't know what to do.
    "You're such an a$$hole Liam. Who talks and flirts with a girl for an entire summer, only to blow her off and make fun of her for the rest of her high school years?" I asked, the truth slipping out.
    People gasped, and seemed shocked that Liam would do something like that.
    "You completely blew me off after you told me you had feelings for me. You made me feel special, because I wasn't the prettiest girl or the funniest person. But Liam Payne wanted me. The popular runner liked me. Or at least I thought he did." I said, tears falling by now.
    Liam just stared at me, his eyes apologetic.
    "There you go. That's why I hate you. And there's so many more reasons." I said, storming out of the room.
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    sorry I haven't uploaded in forever! i'm really busy with college classes, and I don't know if i can upload every day. I will try to do more on the weekends, but please be patient! love you guys!

  11. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 5, 2012 9:38pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 7
    FLASHBACK
    I can't believe I'm finally a freshman. I really hope things are different this year.
    I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked to school.
    Hopefully I would see Liam today. For once, I was excited for school.
    Liam Payne is the guy I spent my summer talking to. He made me feel good about myself. Somebody actually seemed to notice me.
    Once I got to school, I walked down the hallway to my new locker.
    I saw Britney, the popular girl in my grade who was always rude to me.
    "Ew guys, look what came back." she said, cringing at me. I just walked on by, pretending that it didn't hurt me. Liam would stick up for me.
    I put my binders in my locker and zipped my backpack, then walked to my first period class, which was English.
    I walked in and saw Liam sitting in the back. I lifted my hand to wave to him, and he just ignored me. Weird. Maybe he didn't see me.
    I walked over to the desk next to his and sat down.
    "That seat's taken." he told me. At first I thought he was joking, but then I saw his face. Dead serious. I frowned, not sure what was happening.
    "By who?" I asked, suprised that I spoke with other people around.
    "Me." Britney said, standing right behind me. What was happening?
    I stood up and walked to the other side of the room, taking a seat there.
    After class, I tried to talk to Liam. But when I went to find him, I was shocked.
    He was locking lips with Britney. My heart started racing, and I ran out of the school. Which was shocking, because I don't run.
    I can't believe it. I spent my entire summer talking to Liam, and he seemed really into me. I just shook my head. How could I be so blind?
    For the rest of the year, Liam avoided me. And when he didn't avoid me, he made fun of me. Teased me about my weight, my looks, and my shyness.
    He became a jerk, and I didn't like it. So I tuned him out.
    I stopped talking to him, stopped thinking about him, and stopped wanting him.
    It got to the point where Liam told me I was useless and a waste of everyone's time. And I believed him. Those were the last words he said to me before I transferred.
    Am I crazy for thinking things might be different? Maybe he changed. But why did I want to give him a second chance? He made my life terrible. So why was I giving him the time of day?
    Maybe I never really stopped wanting him.
    .......................
    so that's what happened! what do you guys think?

  12. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 4, 2012 9:28pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 6
    The next morning I finished my cereal and put my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher. I flipped through a magazine and scrolled through my emails on my macbook, deleting the spam. I repainted my nails and turned on the radio and started singing to 'Want U Back' by Cher Lloyd. I grabbed my hairbrush and started singing really loud, not remembering that I wasn't the only one in the flat anymore. Zayn walked out of his room with no shirt on and sleepy eyes.
    "What are you doing? It's only eleven o'clock!" he complained.
    "Exactly! Don't you have plans today?" I asked, since I figured he did.
    "No. Usually I wake up at one in the afternoon, and just hang out. Why, what do you do?" he asked me.
    "Well, I have to go to the bank, then check on the club, run a few errands, meet up with my brother, schedule a dinner date with James, and go to the club for the night." I said, mentally adding things to the list as I said it.
    "Let me come with you!" he begged.
    "Fine. Get dressed, we're leaving in ten." I said, and he walked back to his room. A few minutes later, he walked out wearing a white tee and skinny jeans, his hair done perfectly.
    "Okay, let's go!" I said, grabbing my keys and walking out the door, lokcing it behind me. Zayn led the way to my car, and I drove to the bank.
    "Wow. Spending a day in your shoes is exhausting." he said once we finally got back to the apartment. I had to cancel my dinner date with James because Zayn and I were running late. He met my brother though, and it was awkward because my brother thought Zayn was my boyfriend...
    "I have to go to the club tonight, are you coming?" I asked.
    "I'm not sure. Lou and Nial are going out with friends, so I might as well." he decided. We drove to the club, and everybody seemed to be having a good time. I made Zayn get on stage and sing, then I worked at the bar for a little while.
    "Hi, can I just get a water?" asked a guy while my back was turned.
    "Sure, one minute." I said, grabbing a bottle and turning aroung. Liam.
    "Oh, hi." I said quickly, handing him the bottle.
    "I thought that was you. How's business?" he asked, taking a sip.
    "Great actually." I replied, wiping the counter.
    "Look, I need to talk to you." he said. Great. Here we go.
    "What's up?" I asked casually.
    "It's about the whole thing that happened in high school." he replied.
    "What thing?" I asked, playing dumb.
    "Carly, you know. I just, I feel really bad. I hope you know that." he told me.
    "If I didn't look like this, would you still feel bad?" I questioned.
    "What? What kind of question is that?" he asked me.
    "One you didn't answer." I said, walking away.
    He just sighed, and I rolled my eyes.
    Things were always going to be like this.
    We couldn't get over freshmen year, and that's what's holding us back.
    I took off my serving apron and walked into the back room. I checked the books and did a few calculations before walking back out to see an old couple enjoying themselves while singing karaoke.
    I was honestly in such a good place right now.
    I looked over and saw Liam staring at me. I guess I should talk to him.
    "Hey." I said, sitting down next to him.
    "Hi." he replied.
    "I didn't mean to come off as a jerk earlier." I told him.
    "Don't worry about it. You have every right to hate me." he said, not meeting my gaze.
    "I know. But for some reason, I'm in a forgiving mood tonight." I said.
    "Carly, I don't want you to forgive me. I feel terrible, I really do." he said.
    "Liam, I know. I just think we should forget about it. All it's going to do is bring up bad memories, and I don't need my past becoming my present." I said.
    "Right. I totally understand." he said, watching the old man sing on stage.
    "Okay. Well, have fun tonight." I said, walking away.
    I really hope he doesn't try to talk to me about that year. Because I don't want to remember it. And I definitely don't want to know the truth about what happened.
    ..........................
    next chapter you will find out what happened between them in high school! it will be exciting, and probably something nobody expected!

  13. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 3, 2012 6:18pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 5
    "Oh my god. You look so good!" she exclaimed, and hugged me. I don't know what I was expecting, but a hug was definitely not it.
    "Thanks. But if you'll excuse me, I have a karaoke club to run." I said, kind of rudely, and started to walk away.
    "Car, wait! We haven't seen each other in years, don't you wanna catch up?" she asked. Was she serious?
    "We don't have anything to catch on up. We were never friends. We aren't friends." I said, making it clear as I walked over to James.
    The rest of the night was fun, with James and I singing along to the songs, and meeting new customers that loved the place. At the end of the night though, I had to think about the kiss we shared. I couldn't get it off my mind.
    The next morning, I woke up and made sure that my flat was extremely clean, because a potential roommate was coming to look at it today.
    I threw on a white tie tank top and a pair of high waisted jean shorts. I wore my brown sandals with the outfit, curled my hair, and put on my makeup.
    By the time I was finished getting ready, the doorbell rang. I walked over to the small door and opened it, not knowing what kind of person my future roommate may be. When I opened the door and was greeted with the sight of Zayn Malik, I was shocked. Was this some kind of joke?
    "Carly? I didn't know you lived here." he said, walking into the apartment.
    "I didn't know you were looking for a flat." I replied, closing the door.
    "Something low key, you know?" he said, and I nodded my head.
    "Would it be too weird if I lived here? I know things are kind of tense between you and the five of us." he said. I took a few seconds to think it over, but Zayn really didn't bother me, so I didn't mind sharing my flat with him.
    "No. Not at all. And I hope you guys don't think that I hate you." I said, starting to feel guilty. These guys never did anything to me.
    "Well, we all figured you're just kind of shy. But Liam, he thinks you hate him."
    "That's because I do." I replied.
    "But why? You hardly even know him." Zayn said.
    "That's a story for another day roomie. So when are you moving in?" I asked.
    "Well do you mind if I start moving my stuff today?" he asked.
    "Not at all! Do you need any help?" I asked him, and he nodded.
    "Alright then roomie, let's get to work!" I said, following him out to his car.
    "Who knew a guy could have THAT much stuff!" I exclaimed, throwing myself onto the couch in the middle of my, I mean our, living room.
    "Back off. A lot of it's necessary." Zayn said, trying to defend himself.
    "Oh yeah, those thirty five picture frames filled with pictures of Taylor Swift were really necessary." I replied, making him laugh.
    "Hey, she's photo worthy." he responded, which only made me laugh harder. Throughout the day, I got to know Zayn more, and he was actually a really funny guy. I had a feeling he would be a good roommate too.
    "Okay, so seriously. What's going on between you and Liam?" he asked.
    "I really don't like to talk about it." I said, my eyes staring at the floor.
    "Carly, come on. It can't be that bad." he said. If only he knew.
    "Zayn, I will tell you. Soon. I promise. Just not today." I said, finally meeting his gaze. He looked like he understood, and I was glad he wasn't pushing me to talk about what really happened between Liam and I.
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    two chapters today, woohoo!

  14. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 3, 2012 11:40am UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 5
    "Hi James! Lookin' good!" I said, opening the door to my apartment to find an adorable looking James, ready to go check out my karaoke club for the first time ever tonight.
    "Hey Car, you look amazing as usual." he said, kissing my cheek. I blushed slightly and followed James to his car. He drove to the club and there was a massive line outside the front. Wonderful.
    "I gotta go check some things in the back, help yourself to anything, it's on the house!" I said over my shoulder as I walked to the back room. I filled out a bit of paperwork and went through the books to see how our budget was.
    About a half hour later, I walked out to see the doors just opening.
    "Okay, you definitely have to sing." I said to James.
    "No way. Not in front of people." he replied.
    "Oh come on! You'll be better than half the people here, I bet." I said.
    "Only if you sing with me." he challenged.
    "Fine. At ten thirty." I said, because that's usually when I sang.
    "Deal." he said, walking off to the bar. I laughed to myself and shook myself, excited for ten thirty to come.
    Everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves, and things got crazy when Harry, Zayn, Louis, and Niall walked in. They spotted me and they waved me over, so I walked to the table they just sat down at.
    "Hey Carly. How's everything?" Harry asked, looking me up and down.
    "Great. Can I get you anything?" I asked, trying to be polite.
    "No, we're good. Thank you." Zayn said, smiling at me.
    "So, uh, where's Liam?" I asked casually.
    "Oh, he's coming later, he's picking up an old friend." Louis said. I wonder if I know this 'old friend.' I sure hope not.
    When ten thirty rolled around, James got up on stage, and called my name into the microphone.
    "My good friend Carly and I will be performing a duet." he told the audience.
    "What do you want us to sing?" I asked once I got up on stage.
    "Suprise us!" the people screamed.
    "Okay, Tommy number 57, hit it!" said, pointing to the DJ. James looked confused, because he had no idea what song we would be singing.
    "We got some Celine Dion up in here!" I shouted into the microphone. James' face got as white as a ghost as he realized what song he would be singing. I just laughed and started to belt out the theme song to the Titanic. It was my best song, really. At the chorus, I stopped singing and let James take it away. I have to admit, for a guy singing this song, he was pretty good.
    During the bridge of the song, the door opened and saw a guy walk in.
    Liam. And there was a girl on his arm. Liam caught my gaze, and I looked away. I grabbed James' hand and sang to him, and the crowd went wild. At the end of the song, I kissed him. And he kissed my back. When I pulled away, we took our bows, and everybody was cheering. Everybody except for Liam.
    I got off stage and went to the back room, followed by James.
    "What was that?" he asked incredulously.
    "You're a really good kisser." I said, not answering the question.
    "Thanks. But I thought we were just friends?..." he sais, although it sounded more like a question than a statement.
    "But you're also my fake boyfriend." I said, winking. He smiled, and walked back out into the club, and I followed right behind him.
    I saw Liam at the bar ordering two drinks, and told Cheyenne, the bartender, to make me a martini.
    "Oh, hi Carly." he said, as if he didn't notice me.
    "Yeah, hi." I replied.
    "Liam, let's sing!" squealed the girl who was with him when he walked into the club. She looked familiar. I must have gone to school with her. Great.
    "Sara, you remember Carly Thompson, right?" Liam asked, and I almost stopped breathing. Sara. Sara Anderson. Sara was the popular girl in my grade, one of the girls who made my life a living hell.
    Why would Liam do this to me? Because he hates me. Right.
    ...........................
    feedback por favor?(:

  15. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 3, 2012 12:28am UTC
    Hey Guys!
    I just convinced my sister to get an account on witty! She's new and everything so she doesn't quite know how everything works, haha! But go follow her, she's sweet, kind, and a total babe! Love you becks(;
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  16. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
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    September 1, 2012 11:09pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 4
    I woke up late the next morning with a slight headache, last night's events replaying in my head. I can't believe I finally worked up the courage to sing that song to Liam. I've always wanted to catch someone off guard, and I'm pretty sure I did that last night.
    I got up and showered, then blow dried my hair and ran the straightener through it, the tips falling to my mid back. I did the small pouf on my head and bobby pinned it into place. I walked over to my closet and tried to choose an outfit. I decided I would wear a floral dress with a brown belt and matching heels. I put in a pair of pink flower earrings and wore my matching bangles. I had a meeting with some businessmen today to discuss my karaoke club and some ways to make it even more popular. I drove my car to the place we were having lunch and walked in, spotting the two men in suits instantly. They waved me over and I smiled, shaking their hands. I think they were suprised that I was so young, but I was used to that by now.
    We talked for about an hour about how business has been, my plans for the future, and tips on how to make business better.
    "We think that if you have some kind of band sing a song or two every night, more people will be attracted to the club, you know?" one of them asked.
    "Yeah, I completely agree. I've actually been thinking of a few different groups." I told them.
    "Think no more. Because we invited a group to join us for lunch, if you don't mind." said the other guy.
    "Oh, that's great! When will they be here?" I asked, and he said they were walking in right now. I turned my head to get a better view of the door, and was shocked when I saw who was standing there. I kept quiet, because I didn't want to make a scene. But I didn't want to work with these boys either. Particularly one certain boy.
    They walked over to the table and sat down, clearly suprised as well as to what was happening. They talked with the business men before making an agreement with me.
    "So would you like this band to promote your karaoke club?" one of the men asked.
    "I have to think about it." I said.
    "They would be good publicity." he told me.
    "I'm aware. I just have a few things I need to sort out first. We just opened, and things are kind of crazy right now. But thank you for meeting with me today. It was a pleasure to meet you." I said, shaking their hands and rising from the table. I walked out of the restaurant, but didn't get far until someone stopped me. Liam.
    "Carly, wait."
    "Liam, I really don't want to talk to you right now. I have to go." i said, pulling away. He continued walking after me though, and eventually I gave in and sat on a bench near the restaurant. Liam sat next to me, and we were silent for a few minutes.
    "I'm sorry." he whispered.
    "Sometimes sorry isn't enough." I replied quietly.
    "I should have known you wuld get upset if we came. I knew this wasn't a good idea." he said.
    "You're right. It wasn't." I said, getting up and walking to my car. I wasn't ready to forgive Liam yet, and I don't know if I ever will be.
    I went back to my flat and called Madison, but she didn't answer. So without even thinking, I called James. I invited him to the club tonight, and he said he would love to come.
    James, my fake boyfriend, and Liam, the person I hate, in the same club?
    This would be interesting.
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  17. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
    posted a quote
    August 31, 2012 10:12pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 3
    "Does this shirt look good on me?" I asked, glancing at myself in the mirror, the off white crop top hanging just about my belly button ring.
    "It's super cute!" exclaimed Madison, so I decided I would wear it. It went well with my jean shorts, and I figured I would keep it casual, throwing on a pair of striped toms. I threw my hair in a stylish yet messy bun. I slid on my ray ban sunglasses, grabbed my keys, and walked out the door. I wanted to do some shopping before I had to go to the club.
    I walked into Hollister and checked out the dresses. Too expensive. I started walking out, but I noticed someone. Liam. You're kidding right? I grabbed the first dress I saw and ran into a dressing room. The lady working thought the dress was cute so she told me to come out in it.
    I did, and when I walked out of the dressing room, Liam was standing in line. Great.
    "That looks so good on you! You have to get it!" the lady gushed. I saw Liam watching me twirl around in it, with a longing in his eyes, so I just rolled my eyes, walking back into the dressing room. I changed out of the dress and walked out of the store.
    I continued shopping, and tried to avoid Liam.
    That didn't work though, because I ran into his friend Harry in Victoria's Secret. What that boy was doing in there, I don't know. But he recognized me.
    "Hey, you're the girl from the karaoke club. The manager, right?" he asked.
    "Yeah, hi." I said, trying to keep my composure.
    "Hi. So how do you and Liam know each other?" he asked.
    "Um, we went to high school together for a few years." I replied.
    "So you were friends?"
    "Not at all. Enemies. We hated each other." I said.
    "Hate? Liam Payne does not hate anybody." he responded.
    "He hated me. He made high school suck for me." I told Harry.
    "That's hard to believe." he said back.
    "Yeah, well whatever. I've got to go." i said, turning to walk away.
    "Wait." he said, grabbing my arm. He spun me around so I was face to face with him again.
    "I don't know why anybody would hate someone as pretty as you." he said.
    "That's sweet. But I really have to go."
    "Maybe we'll stop by the club tonight." he said.
    "Okay, see you later." I said, walking away and pretending to make a phone call.
    I drove back to my flat and went to my bedroom, pulling out my old yearbooks. I found the one from freshmen year and flipped to page twenty four before stopping myself. I stared at the small square with a familiar face in it. I looked at her face and tried to figure out why anybody hated her.
    I was always nice to people. I never said anything rude, and I barely said anything at all. I kept to myself, and people picked on me for that. I was the 'loser' who didn't have any friends.
    I really thought I got past all of that, but seeing Liam again just reminded me that even though you can change your looks and personality, you can't change your past.
    A few hours later, I arrived at the club and unlocked the door, letting myself in. My staff came rushing in minutes before opening, and the line was long again tonight. People were buying VIP passes, and I was really suprised that a karaoke club could be this successful.
    At ten o'clock, I saw Liam and his buddies walk in. I kept my head down and walked to the back room, trying to stay away from them.
    I knew I had to face them though when I heard my name being called.
    "Carly? Where are you? Come up here!" said a familiar voice. Oh god.
    Why was Liam calling me up there? Someone in the crowd pushed me up towards the stage, and I walked up the small stairs to get to the platform. I was confused, but suddenly realized what was happening when Liam handed me a microphone. He wanted to sing with me? A duet?
    "Forever Young" started playing through the speakers, and Liam took the first voice. While he was singing, I made finger signs to Madison, telling her to change the song during the chorus. She did, and everybody got silent.
    The All-American Rejects started to play, and I started belting out 'Gives You Hell.' Liam looked confused, but everybody started laughing and cheering.
    Take that Liam Payne. Point for Carly Thompson.
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  18. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
    posted a quote
    August 29, 2012 9:23pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 2
    "Carly, can you come help me with this?" Madison called from the back room. I turned and walked away as fast as I could. Thank god she saved me.
    "What's up?" I asked, looking to see what was causing a problem.
    "Don't 'what's up' me. He remembers you. What do you do now?" she asked.
    "I honestly don't know. I hated him, you know? I can't pretend like I all of a sudden like him or something." I said, and she nodded.
    "Well, go talk to him. See where things go." she said, giving me a shove back out into the club. I walked through the now empty dance floor to where the group of five guys sat.
    "Sorry, things are kind of hectic here, since it's opening night and everything." I said, even though I didn't feel the need to explain myself.
    "Carly Thompson. I barely recognized you. You look so different." Liam said.
    "Is that why you're actually talking to me? Because if I looked the way I did back in high school, Liam Payne would never be caught dead talking to me." I said.
    "Well luckily nobody's here to see me talking to you. Can we? Talk, I mean?" he asked, gesturing to the bar stools.
    "Actually, we're closing soon. So I'm going to have to ask you to leave." I said, my voice sharp.
    "No problem. We'll catch up later." he said, waving and walking away. Ugh. Why was he being nice to me? We hated each other, and he knew that.
    I woke up the next morning extremely tired from last night. I showered and changed into a white tank top tucked into a black yellow and blue patterned skirt. I slid my feet into my black heels with a bow on them and put on some gold jewelry before curling my hair and walking out the door. I went down to the club to see how we made out last night.
    For opening night, we did extremely well. I was glad that we had such a good turnout, and people were calling and getting their names on the entry list hours vefore we even opened.
    After checking up on the club, I met Madison's friend James for lunch. Madison thought James was great, and she was pretty much desperate for me to date someone, so I agreed to meet James. But only as a friend. I walked into the restaurant and spotted him, and Madison was right.
    James was wicked attractive. Like, he should get on that model status.
    "Hi!" I said, giving him a hug. James and I have met a few times before, but we weren't exactly best buds. He said hello to me and we sat down and ordered. Our meal was nice, and we had a lot in common. We talked for a while before the bell that rang whenever someone walked in caught my attention.
    "Crap. James, I'm going to ask you to do something, but it doesn't mean anything. I just don't wanna talk to that boy that just walked in." I said, looking towards the doorway. James followed my gaze and looked kind of suprised.
    "You don't wanna talk to Liam Payne? Why not? He's like, super famous." he said, confused.
    "It's a long story. Which I will tell you, if you agree to be my fake boyfriend right now." I said.
    James agreed, and I told him to hold my hand across the table. So he did, then he added a little bit of his own rules, sliding his foot up my leg. I'm sure I blushed, and Liam walked by seconds later. He didn't notice me at first, but once I laughed, he turned back and looked at me.
    "Carly? Hey!" he said, as if he were suprised to see me here.
    "Oh, hi." I replied.
    "What are you doing here?" he asked.
    "What does it look like I'm doing. This is a restaurant, remember?" I asked, kind of harshly.
    "Right. Who's your friend?" he asked, nodding his head towards James.
    "Boyfriend, actually. I'm James." he said, introducing himself. Liam shook his hand, and gave James a staredown. Liam looked kind of angry, but why? Why would he be jealous of James and I? He doesn't even like me. He hates me. That's the way it's supposed to be. So why did he look jealous? And why did I care?
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  19. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
    posted a quote
    August 28, 2012 7:04pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    Chapter 1
    "Are you almost ready Carly? We have to be there in twenty minutes!" Madison yelled.
    "Yeah, I'll be right out." I replied, curling one last piece of my hair before feeling satisfied with my look. I decided to wear a pair of dark wash ripped skinny jeans, a white crop top with a black leather jacket, and matching black booties. The shirt was short enough to show off my cute belly button ring and toned stomach. I grabbed my telephone and slipped a hair tie on my wrist before walking out of the bathroom and out of my apartment. I swung my car keys around my middle finger, humming to myself.
    Madison and I were on the way to the opening night of my karaoke bar. I loved to sing, but never let anyone know that. Now was my chance, a brand new start. So I took advantage of it.
    We arrived five minutes late, and there was already a ling forming outside. I walked in the back entrance and saw everybody rushing around, trying to get everything perfect before the doors opened.
    I know it sounds weird for a nineteen year old girl to be the owner and manager of a karaoke bar, but I have nothing else to do. And I took a lot of business and finance classes in high school, so I know my stuff.
    "Okay, I think we're good to go!" I said into the microphone once I gathered the entire staff. Everybody cheered and I cut the rope in front of the doors, smiling for the cameras.
    At around ten o'clock, the night was in full swing. Everybody seemed to be having a good time, with many people getting on stage to sing and people enjoying and ordering a lot of food. I smiled to myself, happy that things were going so well. At around ten thirty, I got up on stage and made an announcement.
    "Thank you everyone for coming tonight! I'm Carly, and I'm the owner and manager of this karaoke club. Everybody having a good time?" I asked, my voice sounding hopeful. I got my response when everybody cheered.
    "Sing us a song!" screamed somebody in the crowd. My face started to get hot, and I tried to politely decline that offer.
    "Oh come on! A pretty girl like you has got to have a good voice!" someone else hollered, making me blush.
    "Okay, okay. I'll sing song 115." I said, looking over at the DJ. He started playing the instrumental version of 'I Love Rock and Roll.' I belted it out, and everybody cheered after I left the stage, laughing. Tonight couldn't be any better. Actually, if I had friends to celebrate this with, then it would be a million times better. I walked around the room a few times, introducing myself to my guests.
    At eleven o'clock, a group of teenage guys walked into the club. They were all wearing hoodies and sunglasses, which confused me, because it was night and kind of hot out.
    I walked over to them and asked if I could help them.
    "Yeah, we' d like to sing, if you don't mind." they said, and I pointed them to the stage. They walked up onto the platform and told the DJ they wanted to sing song number 438. The beat to 'What Makes You Beautiful' started playing through the speakers, and the first boy to sing sounded exactly like Liam Payne.
    Wait a minute. The hoodies, the sunglasses, five boys, singing a certain song. No, it can't be. Could it? My question was answered when the boys reached the chorus, each one taking off their sunglasses and hoodies. I was shocked, and I'm sure it registered on my face. Not once did I think I would ever see Liam Payne again. I was actually kind of hoping I wouldn't. Maybe he wouldn't recognize me. I do look different than I did freshmen year.
    The crowd went wild, and I figured this would be good publicity. I let them continue to sing, and walked into the back room. A few minutes later, Madison found me moping.
    "What's wrong? One Direction's performing in your karaoke club!" she exclaimed, then realized what she just said.
    "Oh my gosh. That must be so awkward." she said, and I nodded my head, my lips pursed.
    "He probably doesn't even recognize me." I said, hoping it was true.
    "Maybe he does. Because he just asked to speak with the manager." she said.
    "Oh my god, no way. Tell him she's busy." I said, burying my head in my hands. This night was going so well, and then Liam had to come along and ruin it. Just like he ruined my high school life.
    I walked an hour later, getting ready to close down for the night.
    "Are you the manager?" asked a tan boy with dark brown hair and big brown eyes. Zayn.
    "Yeah, hi." I said, putting on my fake smile and shaking his hand.
    "Wow. I didn't think you'd be so young. Or beautiful." he said, biting his lip.
    "Can I help you with something?" I asked, trying not to get caught up in his beauty.
    "Actually, yes. You looked familiar to my friend, but he's too shy to talk to you himself. Would you mind speaking to him?" he asked me, and my heart started beating faster.
    "Sure." I said, following him to where Liam was sitting.
    "Here she is." Zayn said, gesturing to me.
    "Hi, not to be weird or anything, but do I know you?" he asked.
    "I don't think so. You don't look familiar." I lied.
    "No, I definitely know you. What's your name?" he asked. Should I lie again?
    "Carly." I said truthfully.
    "Carly Thompson? Oh my gosh."
    He remembered me.
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  20. Lizzie_143 Lizzie_143
    posted a quote
    August 27, 2012 10:47pm UTC
    I Love to Hate You
    PROLOGUE
    "But it's opening night! Where else am I supposed to find a bouncer last minute?" I yelled through the phone, becoming impatient.
    "Really? Some motorcyle show is more important than the opening night of a karaoke bar that belongs to your neice that you've known your entire life?" I asked, tapping my french manicured nails on the granite countertop.
    "Fine. Send him. Yeah, have fun." I said, clicking the 'end' button on my brand new iPhone. I can't believe it. Opening night of my karaoke club, and my uncle decides to ditch. And he tells me the day of! I shook my head and sighed, walking into the small bathroom in my apartment.
    "Everything's going to work out great." I said to myself, trying to believe the words that just came out of my mouth. I looked in the mirror and smiled to myself.
    My name's Carly Thompson, and I'm nineteen years old. Right now, I'm residing in the UK, where I grew up. I lived in London up until the end of my sophomore year of high school. I moved the summer before my junior year, because I just couldn't handle it anymore. I wasn't pretty. I wasn't funny. I was a nobody, and it really wasn't easy. I was picked on continuously, which is the reason why I moved.
    I didn't want to give in, but I just couldn't take it. So over the past three years I've been gone, I've gone from gross to glamorous. I lost over seventy-five pounds, and now weighed a healthy 120. I re-created my wardrobe, buying designer names and cute clothes. Most importantly though, I became more outgoing and confident. Standing in front of the mirror smiling, I am a different person than the girl I was all those years ago.
    Being back in London has been dificult. I never really had any friends here, so the only person I hang out with is my twenty-one year old cousin, Madison. She's always there for me though, so that's a good thing. It's been really awkward when I see people I went to high school with for the first two years around town, because they don't recognize me. Or maybe they just didn't remember me.
    But I think the hardest thing about moving back to England is that I have to deal with the news stories surrounding One Direction, the most famous boy band right now. Hearing about those five boys makes my stomach churn.
    You see, Liam Payne and I were classmates. But that's it. We weren't friends, we weren't pals, we weren't acquaintances. We were simply two people who had some classes together.
    We were enemies. Liam never liked me, and the feeling was mutual. It's not that he picked fights with me or spread nasty rumors, he just made fun of me along with all the other cool kids. And it really hurt, although I would never let him know that.
    So here I am now, gorgeous, funny, and the owner of a soon-to-be-successful karaoke club, called 'Carly's Karaoke.' All the kids who teased me in middle school and high school, they will be shocked. Because Carly Thompson's back. And I'm better than ever.
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