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|chapter five: tape four|

I sat and watched as the world in front of me moved on. Everyone getting on with their lives without knowing what was going on behind these headphones. I stretched my legs out getting more comfortable, sighing as I rested my head on the tree trunk. I just need a little break. I hadn't even been sitting there for five minutes when a ball collided with my upper body.

"Oof!"

I saw hands reach down to pick up the ball and suddenly freeze midair. My eyes travelled up the muscular limbs to be met with deep, brown eyes. Liam. He was staring straight at the walker, flitting between that and my bag. I cleared my throat.

"Hello?" I squeaked. He seemed to relax a little at my nervous tone. He smiled guiltily.

"Sorry, mate."

But it seemed like he was sorry for a little bit more than the ball.

Flipping the tape over I slowly relaxed to the soft click of the turning cassette.

I'm sure you've all seen me flinch when I sit, move etc. and it's not cause I just had a dick up my ass. It's cause of the bruises that littered my body.

Bruises? I never saw him flinch. Must have hid it better than he thought.

So this next tape is dedicated to the one and only, captain of the footie team, class president, most popular,

Liam James Payne.

My eyes darted to the sweating boy chasing after a ball. Narrowing my eyes, I clenched my fists watching R as he very noticeably gulped.

Weird, I know your middle name. Too much research on this.

Anyway, back to the bruises. The day after Niall had abandoned me, Liam approached me at school.

"Hello." I said. You didn't reply though, instead, you punched me. Square in the jaw and said,

"You change my brother back! You made him into a fag just like you!"

Your brother, Liam? Now that made my blood run cold cause you'd never addressed Stan as your brother before. Not even as a step brother, so this must've been serious.

To say I was taken aback would be an understatement. I was completely confused, scared even, cause I'd never been in this position before.

You grabbed my collar, shoving me into the lockers and punching me again. It really hurt. I dared not cry though. You spat insults in my face and eventually left. Eventually.

This became a daily thing; I'd go to my locker, get beat up, lessons, beat up, lunch, beat up and finally go home. It didn't stay like that.

About three days in, you started showing up at my house. You'd come early in the morning when I was walking to school and follow me. You'd follow me home and throw things at my window while shouting. My parents asked multiple times what was going on, they even called the police. But you came back. You always came back.

It got so bad that I didn't want to leave my house in the fear of running in to you. You were everywhere I went, taunting me about the fact that I magically changed your brother into a fag. I started skipping school, really affecting my grades -the only thing I cared about then- and when I did have to leave I'd sneak through my window round the back. You found me once, and scary shit that was. Damn, I'd never ran so fast in my life!

The whole time I never took my eyes off of Liam. By now they were brimming with tears, not of sadness but of frustration. He kept looking at me, nervously stumbling every now and again.

It got so bad that when I would come home with bruises, my mum would cry for me saying that this was getting too bad. I agreed, it was but I was too scared to do anything about it.

I'll do something about it, Louis.

My dad chased you with a bat once. Really funny -until you beat me up because of it the next day. My parents finally gave up and filed a restraining order.

So to summarise, Liam you're not on these tapes for your aggressive behaviour but for invasion of privacy. You invaded the only place I felt safe, but I didn't feel safe anymore. I was constantly scared. Scared to wake up, scared to leave the house, scared to go downstairs. I didn't want to hurt anymore -literally. So that's why you're on these tapes, Liam.

So congratulations, you achieved your target.

To hurt me.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was up on my feet and storming towards Liam and his 'crew'. Stopping in front of him, so overwhelmed with anger, I didn't know what to do, but when he started talking I made up my mind.

"Hey, mate. What are y-"

I punched him.

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