One More Chance (Part 2)(5)

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you.”

We make some food before I decide to call Brody to fill him in that we are going tonight. He advised that he’s going to come along, though he probably won’t talk to his brother, because Liam’s still not talking to him either.

Brody gets to the house at 5:15 p.m., “Are you ladies ready to go?”

“Yeah, you don’t think he’d come here afterwards do you?” I ask nervously.

“No, why?” Brody asks looking confused.

“Technically, this is his house.”

“It’s your house too.”

“I’d be surprised if he did,” Quinn states.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go,” he says as we head outside to walk to the building where Liam is going to be interviewed.

“Holy shit,” I blurt as we get closer to the building, the place is decked out with cameramen and students everywhere, “Maybe we aren’t going to get in tonight.”

“Actually we are,” Brody says showing us three VIP passes.

“How did you get those?” Quinn asks curiously.

“Really? He’s my brother,” he tells her like she forgot.

I stop in my track immediately, “Does that mean he knows we’re coming?” I ask nervously.

“He gave me three tickets, he has no idea whose coming with me, its fine Hails, relax.”

“So you guys are talking again?” I ask hopeful for him.

“Not much, but its progress, I guess,” he says with a shrug.

“That’s good at least,” I say as Brody leads us towards a separate entrance.

“How the hell do you know about this entrance?”

“Liam told me,” he says, as we make our way through the hall that has no crowds or cameras.

“Are we going to run into him here?” I ask cautiously.

“No, he’s probably not here yet,” Brody says. He leads us up to the area where Liam is going to be interviewed. The place is empty except for some cameramen already setting up.

“You can’t be in here,” a security guard says, but Brody shows him the VIP passes, “Sorry, pick your seats wherever you like,” he says before heading into a different direction.

“Where do you want to sit?” Brody asks. I look around, trying to find a spot that he wouldn’t see us, but that I would have a good shot of him. “Earth to Haley,” Brody says as he snaps his fingers in front of my face.

“Shit, sorry. I don’t care, just not anywhere near the front.”

“Why don’t we sit by the door that we just came through, that way we can leave right when it’s over, so you won’t have to worry about seeing him? Plus, Brody, if you want to talk to him you can,” Quinn suggests.

“That sounds like a great idea,” I say as we make our way over to the chairs by the door we came through.

It doesn’t take long for the place to fill up once the doors open. I’m actually glad Brody was able to get us tickets, so we could have seats before the interview happens.

“Holy shit, he beefed up,” Quinn says loudly. I can’t help but stare at the sexiness known as Liam Masters. His hair is shorter than the last time I’ve seen him, but there’s still enough that you can tug on it. His blue eyes are as hypnotizing as ever. He’s wearing a pair of light washed jeans that hug his ass perfectly as he walks towards the stage; he also has on a Michigan shirt that is tighter on the arms now. He definitely has increased in muscle and if I thought he was sexy before, it doesn’t compare to how sexy he is now.

“Wow,” I say admiring the beautiful man laughing on stage. “He looks happy,” I say feeling happy for him, but also feeling like shit because that means he’s happy without me.

“Are you okay?” Brody asks.

“I’m fine,” I say as I stare at the stage, hoping this interview is quick. I need out of here, now.

“Are you sure Hails?” Quinn whispers.

“Yeah, just hurts to know he’s that happy with me out of his life. That kind of stings,” I whisper back to her.

“I’m sorry,” she says as she links her arm with mine, “You will find someone great, just you wait.”

“I hope so, because seeing him is making me realize how much I truly miss him,” I say, trying to hold back the tears.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have come,” she says.

“I had to.”

“No, we could have made up an excuse or something. Do you want to leave?” she asks.

“No, I’ll be alright,” I say before the interview starts.

Once it starts, its torture. I’m talking like I.Want.To.Slit.My.Wrists torture. It is one thing to see the man you’re in love with; it’s another to hear his sexy voice and know he’s never going to whisper sweet nothings into your ear again. He’s never going to hold you tight when you fall asleep or wake you up with kisses in the morning.