Epilogue.

                                    

                                          
Aimee's P.O.V.
                          
~A few weeks later~
                          
"Come on! You have to go!" I said for like the hundreth time.
                          
"I don’t want to!" Meghan groaned.
                          
"Please? This is the last time you’ll see them for a year. You don’t want them thinking you don’t like them, do you?" I was trying to pull Meghan out of bed. The boys were leaving today to start their tour.
                          
"Liam won’t want to see me and I don’t particularly want to see him either!" She sighed.
                          
They haven’t really spoken since the breakup. Harry tried getting Liam to understand but he wasn’t having any of it. They don’t exactly hate each other, but they aren’t best friends either. Harry and I are never better. I just wish Meghan and Liam could’ve been like us, and then everyone’s life would’ve been so much simpler. Twitter hasn’t exactly helped Meghan either. She got a lot of hate when they found out what happened to her and Liam. Some people understand though, which is nice.
                          
"Please, what about Zayn, he’ll want you to be there!" I asked. Her and Zayn haven’t been as close as they usually are either, so everything’s gone downhill since their breakup, and I’m the one caught in the middle. I finally dragged her out of bed and she got changed.
                          
~
                          
"I’ll call you and text you every day when I get a chance." Harry pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my face in his neck.
                          
"Don’t worry about me, focus on your fans."
                          
"I love you." Harry whispered.
                          
"I love you too." We pulled away from the hug and kissed. He bit my lip and I let him in. We remained like that for almost ten minutes before pulling away, breathless. I’d hugged everyone else before hand and Meghan was hugging them now. She got to Zayn. They both stood staring at each other for a few moments before hugging each other tightly.
                          
Meghan’s P.O.V.
                          
"I’ll miss you Megs." Zayn said.
                          
"I’ll miss you more Malik." I sniffed and pulled away. Zayn stared at me and wiped away my tears. I looked down. I can’t look at him for long without feeling guilty about Liam. Zayn kissed my forehead before I walked over to Liam. I took a deep breath before opening my arms. Liam moved into them, wrapping his own around me. "I’m so sorry."
                          
"Me too." He whispered. I pulled away and looked at him.
                          
"You don’t need to be sorry, I was my fault." I said.
                          
"Nonsense, we’re both as bad as each other." I smiled slightly and Liam started leaning in. I was frozen on the spot. I didn’t move in or back away. I just stood there and waited for Liam’s lips to hit mine. I’d missed not having them on mine for ages. I pulled away before I got too used to them again; after all, I wouldn’t have them for a year. Aimee and I said our final goodbyes to the boys and watched them walk off to their plane. We stood at the window and watch the plane take off, tears in our eyes. We waited until the plane was out of sight. I turned to Aimee and she just looked at me.
                          
"What do we do now?" I asked her.
                          
"I have no clue..." Aimee sighed. And with that, we left the airport, 5 people less than what we arrived with. I had no idea what I was going to do with a whole year without those five idiots I’m proud to call my best friends. I’m sure Aimee was thinking the exact same thing as me, but there was more than just that thought on my mind.
                          
Liam had kissed me. Did he still want to be with me? Did he still love me?
                          
But the main question was: Did I still love him?