Superstar

Chapter 1 - Liam James Payne

Hello!!! I came up with this story from a lot of things combined like Taylor Swift's song Superstar (as entitled), the Movie Waiting for Forever, and adding a few details on myself! I really hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading, maybe take a look at my other story Before She Knew!

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Chapter 1

Well hi there. My name is Lucy Ville and I'm a writer, or wanna be writer. I didn't go to college right after high school because I didn't know what I wanted to be or who I even was for that matter. I am currently in college now, so don't worry. But this story isn't about my writing ambitions. It's about a boy. How orginal I know. But I think life revolves around love. Everyone has experienced love before. Whether its a love from afar, a crush, or real, true love. I deeply believe that, too. I believe everyone has a soulmate. Someone who they were set up with at birth and part of their life is finding that person. Or maybe they've already met that person but they just haven't realized its their true love. That's what happened to me. And that's why I'm writing this story.

Flashback to my childhood now!

I was 8 and believed in fairy tales and Prince Charming. I lived with my parents and my older sister, Meredith. One day, a family moved in next door to my house. I overheard my parents talking about how they had a son my age and I might actually get a friend. See I had this figured out when I was younger that most people were mean and only a few good, only a few worth getting to know. My parents wanted me to make friends but I didn't like anyone at school. They were all into sports and that stuff. And of course I wasn't.

But when this new family moved in at the beginning of the summer, I took it upon myself to make friends with this boy. I went over to their house one day, seeing the mailbox read PAYNE. I found it quite funny their last name was spelled wrong. Later did I find out it wasn't.

I knocked on the door wearing my shinny silver pants and bright red shoes. I had great style I must add. The door opened to a lady with blonde hair and glasses. "Can I help you?" she asked.

I looked at her and said, "Yeah does your son want to play at the park with me? I live next door and the park is down the street." She looked out the door and I pointed to the park. She grinned and said, "I'll go get him."

She came back later with a boy. He had chubby cheeks and sandy brown hair. He was adorable for an 8 year old. "Hello," he said looking at me.

"Hi, I'm Lucy, I live next door. Would you want to go to the park with me?" I said looking at him shyly. He nodded and said, "Sure."

We walked down the cracked sidewalk and on the way I asked the boy some questions.

"What's your name, full name?"

"Liam James Payne."

"Why'd you move here?"

"My dad got a job."

"Do you like pizza?"

"Yes I do. Why so many questions?"

"Uh. I don't know I just want to get to know you..." I said. We finally reached the park and we played around for awhile. I decided then that Liam James Payne would be my best friend. And he was. From that summer on we were attached at the hip. We were always together and Liam was the sweetest boy you could ever even imagine.

To make this story a little shorter I'll fastforward a bit to middle school. Liam and I had a harder time being friends because of course if you were a boy and you were friends with a girl you two had to be dating. But I guess I didn't really think of Liam like that till a girl at school asked me if we were dating. I told her no but I think she thought I was lying. Anyways, after that I kinda found everything Liam did to be adorable. The way he'd hold the door open for someone else, being friendly to people with no friends. He was just sweet. But our friendship kind of fell apart. He had bigger dreams and I didn't. I was too shy and hardly a dreamer like he was. And it wasn't his fault of course. It was more of a mutual thing, our friendship falling apart.

It started falling apart when he auditioned for the X Factor when we were 14. He really did have a great voice and I supported him all the way. But he didn't make it as far as he hoped and was told he wasn't ready. I felt like he was determined to sing and so I wasn't really important anymore. And I was too reserved to say anything to him.

The next two years I was a nobody, a wallflower. I hung out by myself at home and wrote. It's what helped the most. I'd be sitting on my porch and see Liam walking to his house but I'd be too afraid to say anything, not wanting to get in the way of his dream. I mean I eventually got over it but there was always a piece of my heart that longed for him.

I heard he auditioned for the X Factor again when we were 16 and I watched his audition on TV. He was incredible. I didn't even realize how hard he worked to get that good. He had that natural talent but was able to project it so well. After that I fell head over heels in love with someone who had forgotten about his childhood friend.

The whole series of X Factor I watched, hoping he'd win but also wanting him to leave so I could be with him. I was selfish, I know this. But it's hard when the person you love doesn't even realize you're there supporting them. Liam was put in a group with 4 other lads to make a band called One Direction. I'm sure you know all about them though, who doesn't? I saw Liam getting more popular and famous and slipping away from me more and more. My parents could see me becoming sad. They didn't know why because they believed Liam and I were still close.

One Direction didn't win, but they got 3rd. They were crazy popular though. Simon Cowell, their mentor, signed them and they produced a record. A record of course I bought, listening to Liam's wonderful, strong voice and silently crying to myself because he wasn't mine. He came home to visit once in a while but I was too chicken to talk to him. He didn't want an annoying girl coming and bothering him. So I gave up. I graduated but didn't want to go to university, not knowing what I wanted to become. I had a job at my best friend's parent's cafe as a waitress.

And this is where my story picks up more. That was all the past and I'm writing this now. In the future I guess. I'm 19 now. I made a promise to myself to tell Liam how I felt. How I wanted him. How I did my whole life.