Written in Words (Liam Payne AU)

Chapter 19

A/N- Fetus Liam because I'm mean af

P.S. I reached another hundred in reads!! Ahhhh thank you for 600!

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35 days!

*MirandaSings voice* Hey guys, it's me, Alissa! So today we're going to talk about how ehh my day went...

I'm not joking when I said that it was ehh- major ehhhhh.

I'd just like to begin all of this junk. Counting down the words till my hand cramps so much that it falls off and dies.

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So I wasn't at all surprised to see a letter taped to the inside of my locker.

I had been receiving these anonymous 'love letters' literally all week. The worst part is, I have no idea who could be sending them. The suspense is killing me!

I don't even talk to that many guys. Most of them aren't even interested in me anyways.

Obviously there's Liam, but he and I have a brother/sister relationship that's strictly friendship. And puh-leez, could you imagine someone like Liam liking someone like me? That would literally be the biggest plot twist of the century.

There is Louis, but he's just confusing. I never really know what he's thinking. But I wouldn't exactly classify him as being the romantic type. He's more so, I guess you could say, 'thrill of the kill' type. Does that even make sense?

He's not a player or anything. He's just popular. Yet I still wonder how that relationship even came about.

Truth be told, there's a lot people don't know about our relationship.

For example, I thought it was a complete joke when he asked me out. But looking back on it, I see that he didn't really make it seem like it was a joke. He and I did talk a bit in our classes before he decided to ask me out. I was just surprised that he liked me.

You see, I suppose I would actually call Louis my first love. You know why? Well he was the first guy to ever ask me in a non-joking sort of way.

But looking back, I don't really think he actually could've been classified as my first love. I'm not sure if I was in love with him, or if I was in love with the thought that there could actually be some guy out there who liked me- some guy who actually looked at me with a smile on his face, thinking, 'she's the one'.

I've been tricked by so many guys who simply got the wrong impression, thinking that it was okay to mess with a girl's heart. I got tricked so many times that whenever anyone ever did call me pretty, I would never believe them.

But Louis was different. He gave me a place in his heart. He made me feel comfortable in my own body, and he treated me with such respect that I felt royal. He made me feel beautiful.

I know that he and I will never be the same again, after all that we've been through, but I suppose I really can't hate him. He's done so much for me.

I'm glad that I put my immaturity aside and eventually forgave him, because even though he knows darn well that he can piss me off at times, I still need him. He's just a guy that I need to be there for me.

Literally shaking my head from the long process of thoughts, I pulled the note from my locker.

I was a bit disappointed, to say the least, that it didn't have anything with it (flowers, chocolate, etc.), but I decided that I should stop being a high-maintenanced brat.