~ 5 Years later ~
~ Liam ~
I glanced down at my watch and gasped.
Crap, it was almost two thirty. “Pete, I need
to go! Is this gonna be finished or not?” I
shouted through to the other room.
“Yeah, boss. Go. It’ll be done, don’t worry. Call me
as you leave and I’ll do the last bits, OK? And good luck!”
he shouted back.
“Right. Bye, and thanks for doing this,” I called as I
ran out of the building and jumped into my car.
Oh crap, please don’t let me be late!
I sped to the college, panicked, and ran as fast as I
could around the back to the field. It was ten to three now
and it was due to start in ten minutes. I slid through the
crowd, looking for them. I spotted Matt straight away; he
was standing up on his chair scanning the crowd. He
waved like an idiot when he spotted me and I couldn’t help
but grin.
I started making my way to them, when a guy
stepped in front of me. “Wow, you’re Liam James! Can I
get your autograph? Seriously, wow, I’m like your biggest
fan,” he enthused, as the woman he was with fumbled
through her purse for paper and a pen.
I laughed. They were all my biggest fans; seriously, I
heard that like fifty times a day. “Sure.” I smiled politely,
holding out my hand for the pen. I scribbled my name and
slapped him on the shoulder. “I gotta go get my seat.”
“Yeah, of course. Thanks!” he chirped, grinning
wildly and looking lovingly at my name on a scrap of paper.
I knew I would never get used to that, people got so
excited just because I signed a scrap of paper. I mean,
yeah I know that I play for one of the best teams in America,
but I’m still just a person at the end of the day. I’m no one
special. I’m just Liam, and I’m lucky enough to get paid a lot
of money for doing something that I love - not many people
can say that.
I made my way through the crowd and sat down at
the end of their row. Matt immediately dived for my lap.
“Hey, kiddo. Being good?” I asked, tickling him, making
him laugh and squirm around.
“Get everything set up?” Jake asked, grinning.
I grimaced and nodded. “Yeah. Christ, man, I’m so
nervous.” My hands just hadn’t stopped sweating all day.
He laughed and shook his head. His girlfriend,
Charlotte, leaned over. “You’ll be fine. Just calm down,” she
stated, rolling her eyes. Charlotte was awesome, her and
Jake had been together for about six months and he was
really into her. She was his first ever real girlfriend, and I
could really see it lasting.
I waved to my parents who were grinning proudly,
chatting to the random stranger next to them as usual. I
smiled; my mom seriously could start a conversation with a
“Hey, Liam,” Margaret greeted as she squeezed
down the aisle to hug me.
“Hey, Margaret. How are you?” I asked, hugging her
back tightly. I hadn’t seen her for about four months
because she’d been travelling with her new husband, Greg.
“I’m great. Greg couldn’t come though; he’s stuck in
Thailand for some promotion. He’s so upset that he’s
missing it,” she replied, frowning.
I smiled. “Well, just make sure you take a load of
photos for him then.”
Matt jumped off of my lap and ran back to his mom. I
smiled at Ruby. Her, Johnny and Matt still lived in
Timberfield, but we got to see them quite a bit - they came
to stay with us in the holidays and stuff. We had more than
enough room, and we also went back there whenever we
Johnny and Kate didn’t last. They managed to date
for a year before they just drifted apart; they’re still great
friends though. Kate hadn’t settled down in the slightest.
She’s still a flirt and is currently ‘playing the field’ as she
liked to put it, but she’s always been a great friend to
Amber so she comes to stay with us too. I just have to keep
her away from all of my team mates; she would seriously
eat them alive.
A lot had happened in the last five years. Stephen
Walker, Jake and Amber’s father, got arrested about a
year after we left for Boston because he’d apparently been
scamming money from his clients. He was currently serving
six years for fraud and embezzlement. He never did get in
contact with any of them, and they all still have the recording
that Amber made of him admitting to the abuse, so if he
ever did come back they’ve agreed they would all file
charges against him.
Suddenly, everyone started clapping and my heart
took off in overdrive as I scanned the crowd for her. I
spotted her standing off to the left of the stage, chatting with
Samantha, one of her friends. She looked smokin’ hot in
her blue and grey ceremonial robes. I hadn’t seen her all
day. I’d left her just after breakfast. She thought I was at
practice today, I wasn’t, I was setting up a surprise for her
as a graduation present.
Amber was graduating college today with a full
degree in dance choreography. I was incredibly proud of
her; she’d worked so damn hard for the last few years at
college and was graduating with honours. I tried to listen as
the little man gave his speech about the graduating class,
and then started going through the list of names of the
graduates, while they walked on and shook his hand getting
a certificate. I couldn’t concentrate; I was so freaking
nervous that I actually felt sick. I couldn’t take my eyes off of
her, she was so beautiful. She honestly still took my breath
away every time I saw her.
The paparazzi loved her too. They were always
following us around, wanting photos and interviews. They
loved the story of us being together for five years. They just
loved Amber, full stop. She would always be in magazines
and newspapers, little pictures of her out shopping with her
friends or something. They always thought she was
adorable and people would come and ask for her
autograph just as much as they did mine. Amber just found
the whole thing amusing and would tease the crap out of
me when we got stopped in the street or something.
People often ask me how it is that I stay grounded,
with the fame and the money, and I always say the same
thing. None of that was important to me; the only thing that
mattered to me is my Angel. She was the only thing I
needed. If everything else went away tomorrow, the big
house, all the cars, the money, I wouldn’t care. As long as I
still got to hold her every night, I would still be the luckiest
guy in the world.
I heard the Dean shout her name and I grinned,
clapping like crazy. She was beaming as she scanned the
crowd; she spotted me and waved her little certificate at
me, proudly. I winked at her and watched her skip off of the
stage happily. I was shifting in my seat nervously because it
was almost over, it was almost time. I rubbed my hands on
my jeans, trying to dry them. I’d honestly never been so
nervous in my life.
After another few minutes the last certificate was
handed out, and I saw her slinking her way through the
crowd towards us. As she got to me, she threw her arms
around my neck and kissed me. I lifted her off of her feet
spinning her in a small circle as I relished the feel of her lips
against mine. She pulled back and laughed, she was so
happy that it made my heart beat faster.
“Congratulations,” I cooed, grinning. She kissed me
again and I held her tighter. Damn, five years and I still
couldn’t get enough of her. I pulled out of the kiss, very
aware that her little brother was sitting there making loud
kissing noises and singing ‘Amber and Liam, sitting in a
“Thanks. I was worried when I didn’t see you; I
thought you couldn’t make it.” She smiled as I set her back
down on her feet.
I smiled and brushed her hair behind her ear. “I
wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” I replied.
She was pulled into hugs by all of her family. Matt, as
usual, was clinging to her legs so she couldn’t move. He
adored his big sister, not that I blamed him, I mean, who
wouldn’t adore my Angel? You’d have to be crazy. I bent
down and pulled him off of her, tipping him upside down by
his legs, making him laugh.
“So, what are you guys doing now? Shall we go
have a drink or something?” Amber suggested.
Oh crap!
Everyone looked at me. OK, wow, add more
pressure, I’m already freaking terrified! “Um…. actually,
Angel, I was wondering if I could take you somewhere after.
I’ve got something to show you,” I answered, trying not to
give anything away.
She looked at me curiously, she hated surprises.
“Yeah? What?” she asked, wrapping her arms around me.
I bent and kissed her nose. “You’ll have to wait and
see,” I replied, smirking at her, knowing this was probably
killing her. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at me,
making me laugh; I grabbed her hands, unwrapping them
from my waist. “You ready to go now?” I asked, hopefully.
She nodded and looked back at her family who
were grinning like mad people; my mom was crying happy
tears. OK guys, tone it down! She looked at them all a little
confused, obviously wondering what they were all acting
like this for. “I’ll see you at ours later then. One of you has a
key, right?” she asked.
Jake jiggled his keys at her. “Go. We’ll see you
later,” he instructed, nodding towards the exit.
I wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked
towards the front. “So, how did practice go?” she asked.
“Um, yeah good,” I lied as I opened the car door for
She kissed me again as she got in. She was
grinning, obviously proud of herself for graduating. I phoned
Pete on the way round to the driver’s side to tell him we
were now leaving.
~ Amber ~
Something was definitely going on. I
glanced over to him again, he looked
nervous about something; he was sitting
really straight in his seat. This wasn’t the
normal, relaxed Liam, that I loved to death.
After about twenty minutes of driving and
making small talk about the weather and my
graduation ceremony, we pulled up. He
grinned and got out.
OK, where the hell are we? I thought he’d be taking
me to dinner or something. I got out and held his hand as
he led me forward, stopping outside a building with glass
doors. I think it used to be a gym or something, but it looked
like it had been done up recently, the outside had been
painted a nice cream colour and the windows had been
“What do you think?” he asked, wrapping his arms
around me from behind.
Think about what? What am I missing? “Um, it’s
great?” I shrugged, confused.
He laughed. “OK, you have no idea what I’m talking
about do you?” he teased.
“No. Sorry, lover boy, should I have? ” I asked,
smiling apologetically.
“Well, see that building in front of you, with the glass
doors?” he asked. I nodded, still a little bemused as to what
this was all about. “It’s yours.”
Mine? What the hell is that about?
I turned around to face him. “Liam, I don’t
understand, babe. I’m sorry,” I said apologetically. Damn it,
I was ruining his surprise.
He smiled and brushed his fingers across my cheek
lightly. “I bought it for you. I’ve had it all done out inside…….
it’s a dance studio,” he explained.
Oh my freaking God, he didn’t! I gasped, looking at
him to see if he was joking. He grinned at me. No, he really
wasn’t joking, he was totally serious.
“Oh God, Liam, you’re kidding me!” I squealed as I
threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
We’d talked about me setting up my own studio but he had
convinced me to wait a year after my graduation, I bet that’s
because he was planning this! Jeez, I have the perfect
boyfriend! “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I cried
He kissed me gently. “You’re welcome. Come on,
let’s go look.” He turned me towards the doors, smiling
I could barely contain my excitement as he handed
me the keys. My hands were shaking so badly that I couldn’t
even get the key in the lock, so he had to do it for me. As
we walked through the doors, I was already crying. There
was a little reception area that led on to two huge dance
studios that had mirrors on the whole of one wall and
gorgeous hard wood floors, perfect for dancing on.
“Oh, Liam, this is perfect!” I cried.
He smiled. “I had someone come in and design it all.
But if there’s anything you don’t like, we can change it,
OK?” he stated, taking my hand and pulling me out of the
door. “Let’s look upstairs,” he suggested, motioning
towards the back.
I nodded and skipped along excitedly at his side. He
was always so freaking thoughtful and sweet. He had been
the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for in the last five
years, better than I could have ever dreamed.
Upstairs, there was a little recreation room with a
pool table and air hockey table, a juice and snack bar with
tables. There were even changing rooms with showers and
everything. He took my hand and pulled me towards the last
door. He looked really nervous again. He wasn’t smiling
“OK?” I asked, squeezing my arm around his waist
tighter. I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face. I loved him
so much that it was almost painful.
He gulped and nodded, pushing open the door. I
looked in to see the room was in semi darkness. There
were hundreds of little candles all scattered around, making
the room flicker and look beautiful, the candles were
reflected in the wall of mirrors. There were red and pink
balloons floating along every single inch of the ceiling and
some tied to the backs of chairs. There were bunches of
red roses everywhere, red and pink rose petals scattered
all over the wooden floor. It was beautiful.
I looked at him, shocked; he smiled and pulled me
into the room, closing the door behind me. As he pulled me
into the middle of the room I could feel my heart trying to
burst out of my chest. This whole situation was so romantic
that it made my stomach flutter and my skin prickle.
He kissed me softly before bending down on one
knee in front of me. I felt my eyes filling with tears and I
resisted the urge to shout yes before he even asked me.
He pulled out a little black ring box, lifting the lid to
reveal a gorgeous diamond ring that must have cost him a
fortune. “Angel, I’ve loved you since the first time I laid eyes
on you. It’s only ever been you. It will always be you. Will you
marry me?” he asked, looking really nervous. Did he really
think I would say no?
I swallowed noisily. God, could I even speak? “Yes,” I
whispered. He smiled a heart stopping smile and pulled the
ring from the box, taking my hand and slipping it on my
finger, where it fitted perfectly.
He jumped up and grabbed me, kissing me fiercely.
I smiled happily against his lips and he pulled back to put
his forehead to mine. “I love you so much,” he whispered.
“I love you too.” Those words just never seemed
enough to me. Three little words, how could they possibly
cover everything that I felt for this amazing boy?
“Please can I have the first dance in your dance
studio, future Mrs James?” he asked, his eyes dancing with
I grinned, oh God I loved the sound of that name!
“Absolutely, future husband,” I answered. My heart was
beating way too fast. Liam still had the power to set my
body on fire with one of his smiles, even after all this time.
He pulled a little remote from his pocket and pushed
a couple of buttons, making the music start up. I gasped as
the song started. It was our song. Amazed, by Boyz II Men,
started and he pulled me closer to his chest, wrapping his
arms tightly around me.
Could this boy be any more perfect? I couldn’t take
my eyes from his as we danced. He held me tightly, one
hand moving up to the back of my neck, his fingers weaving
into the hair there. My breathing was coming out in small
gasps as I took in every inch of his gorgeous face, my
fianc√©’s face. I pressed myself closer to him, feeling his
gorgeous body pressed tightly against mine.
Everything about this moment was beautiful and I
never wanted it to end. “Liam, could you get any more
romantic?” I breathed, rubbing my hand over his chest
lightly as we swayed slowly to the song.
He smiled. “I’ll try. Ask me again in fifty years,” he
whispered and he bent his head and kissed me softly,
stealing my breath and making my heart crash in my chest.
Surely no one had ever been happier than me in this
moment. I had the perfect family, a new dance studio which
had been my dream since I was little, and the man of my
dreams had just asked me to be his wife. Life couldn’t get
any better than this; I honestly felt like the luckiest girl in the
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