I Love to Hate You
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.
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