When you're young, everyone thinks of you as naive. Too young to love and too old to play games, so boys settle for the in between— pretend you're not playing  a game, and pretend to be in love. In the end they leave, it doesn't matter who they hurt or what they've done, just the prizes they've won.

Except it's not so nice from the other side of the fence. You think you know everything, you promise you won't get your heartbroken because you can tell which guy is playing and which one isn't, you'll laugh at those who once warned you, you think you'll know the ins and out of the meaning love when in reality you no such thing, and that you're mother was probably right from the beginning— don't trust the fool with the smirk, there not such fools after all.

But you knew him, right?

You remember everything. You remember him all the promises, even the broken ones, you remember the way your name rolled off his lips, you remember the special spot on some random hill that you two called 'yours', you remember his hand on your waist, and the way he says I love you, you remember all the good.

But does remembering the bad, count for anything?

The way he use to call you out in front of your parents just to purposely get you in trouble, the way he would laugh at your misery, the way he would choose to ignore you for every passing year except the random year he decided to love you.

Sometimes I wonder if he wasn't lying after all.

Maybe it was a game, maybe it wasn't, I don't even know if I care anymore.

I think all I care about is who he is now.

He once was the one person I hated, he was also once the person I loved the most in this world, I learned to love and hate both sides of him— I don't know which is better because both versions taught me a lesson, both were equally as difficult.

But for some reason he's the one I want. Even after every single person I meet, even after every thing we've been through— he's the one, he's always been the one, and he's always going to be the one.

"Hey, Liam. It's me, just calling to check in on you." My voice shy and timid as I speak up to the imitating voice recording as if it was a real person.

"I'll take you up on your offer about getting together soon," I nervously bite my lip as I don't know what else to really say to the empty line. "Alright, bye!" I chirp, hanging up the phone as quick as I possibly can.

Lame.

Tell me about it.

I helped zip up the side zipper to Juliette's dress as as keeps on over-straightening her hair out of nerves, her nervous? I know.

"This is so important! I cannot screw this up." She says strictly before giggling at the thought of her date.

I grin before saying. "It's going to be fine, trust me, you're best friends."

"Yeah," she nods slowly, clearly lost in though as she keeps running her hands across the material of her dress to flatten it out a bit. "But this time is different. We're not hanging out as Enzo and Juliette— we're Enzo and Juliette, going on our first date."

I always knew those two would get together one day.

"Don't put too much pressure, just be yourself." I reassure, my hands going up to smooth down the little flyaways on top of her head.

"That's dangerous."

I let out a laugh at how nervous she is, surprised that she's a train wreck over her first date— not first date, but first date with the guy she's practically in love with, first date.

Juliette is the fearless one, no fears. Nothing really makes her overthink— I'm guessing this is her one exception.

"I might see you on the big tv screen later, huh?" She hums, nudging me with her elbow and a teasing grin while continue to multitask by latching on her necklace.

"Doubt it," I laugh lightly with a shake of my head. "I don't think I'm going."

She frowns. "And why's that?"

I shrug my shoulders, not really knowing the exact answer myself, I just feel like I should stay home tonight. "Not in the mood." I reply simply.

"You should go, you've earned it." She encourages but I don't think I do.

"You've spent nights locked up in your room designing more weeks than any New York fashion week can possibly handle." She says with her hand on her hip and a firm look. "You're going."

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"Giana, over here!" One yells.

"This way!" Another shouts while another one continues to holler my name.

My hand goes out as all the flashing lights start to get to my head. This is way more publicity than I was expecting to receive.

I honestly didn't think people were that interested in me.

Someone questions. "Are the rumors true?"

A frown threatens to form on my face as more camera continue to click. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about?" I reply in confusion, which is probably the worst thing to do since I shouldn't feed into these kind of questions.

This is their job, they will twist the truth until it's nothing but a lie.

They go home happy with a paycheck while we go home to hate messages and new scandals that are most certainly not true.

"Giana!" Voices continue to shout until my ears are ringing from how loud it is out here.

Another yell was all I needed for me to start feeling lightheaded from all the attention. "Is it true your the reason Liam broke up with Sierra?"

My heart patters loudly in my chest as I frightenly look around, Abi instantly spots me and comes to save the day, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the spotlight.

I knew this would eventually happened. Liam and I, broke up before his career took off so our past was hidden, nobody knew, but now with stolen random pictures people took of us from our vacation to him telling everyone that Sierra and him were never really together.

People figured it out, people knew he told the truth because of me. I just didn't think I would be bombarded with all these questions so soon.

"Was it all for publicity?" More paparazzi yell.

My head starts to spin from the noise, feeling the attention get to my nerves even more than I thought was possible from this evening.

It's better to keep my mouth shut than to answer, they'll find a way twist my response into something it's not.

And just as I was about to head to safety, something makes my head get whiplash at the one question thrown at me, one question that make my feet freeze and my heart stop.

"How are you feeling after hearing about that terrible accident Liam Palazzesi was in?" The question echoing in my head over and over again, accident? That's surely not right, Logan would've told me if something happen to him.

It's a lie.

It's a lie to get me on edge, to get a reaction out of me. It's nothing but a lie.

I didn't come here with the intentions of speaking to the paparazzi, but if it has to do with Liam, my heart doesn't stand a chance.

"What accident?" I demanded, my heel doing an automatic turn as if it had a mind of its own. This one question was enough to get more flickers from the camera and even more shouts, but none of the responses that I was able to grasp seemed to be the answer to the question I longed an answer for.

"What accident?!" I shouted more fiercely, my body trembling at the thought of something happening to my Liam.

(A/n- Chapter nineteen is officially out! So excited to start uploading again. Don't forget to comment throughout the chapter to let me know your thoughts! Thank you all so, so much for reading. Until next time!)