Written in Words (Liam Payne AU)

Chapter 20

A/N- for real though why am I obsessed with writing this story? Someone please send help!

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29 days!

My last entry was on a Wednesday. Today is also a Wednesday. I just thought you should know that.

My mum always tries to get me nice new shirts and whenever I do get a shirt I usually end up spilling all over it. I can't help myself though. These things just happen!

Rule hashtag won: You probably shouldn't get me shirts.

Rule hashtag to: I do appreciate clothes though so maybe get me some nice tops.

Rule hashtag tree: I'm so ambivalent (woo, vocab) and I can barely make up my mind.

Rule hashtag for: Don't listen to rule hashtag won. Get me shirts anyways :)

Rule hashtag fife: Be prepared to pay for a dry cleaner.

^^ And there you have it! The rules of life, all written in the correct order.

I want some chips now oh god.

P.S. I mean the British-people chips, not American-people chips. So fries..

Honestly it's like 11 at night.. I should probably start this chapter.

Adiós, bitchachos!

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I could feel my head bop as I began listening to some inspirational Drake music. Drizzy knows how I feel at any time. He really gets me.

Sometimes I feel like I have an emotional connection with Drake, and I could never explain what I mean by that. Drake is always there for me, ya know?

Through the earphones that hung in my ears, I began to make out a background voice.

Deciding that I should end my tunes, I clicked pause, pulling the earbuds out of my ears.

My head turned around to see Ali quickly jogging towards me.

"Hey, Al," I greeted, a big smile on my face.

"Liam, you'll never believe what happened. I'm so upset about this anyways. Okay, so Ashton Irwin, from '5 sauce' in case you really didn't know, is..." She paused, dramatically leaning her head in her arm to let out a small sob. "He's taken."

I gasped, lifting a hand up to my chest, feigning shock and disappointment. It obviously didn't affect me as much as it did with Ali, but I pretended to act like it did for her sake.

"But he can't be taken! He's one fourth of the love of your life," I pointed out. I had to refrain from saying '1/5', despite the fact that the love of her life was standing right beside her.

"I know," she sobbed. Whether fake or real, I don't know. "He's dating some totally gorgeous girl who's a fan!"

I scoffed, "I can't believe this. He's like cheating on you!"

"Kinda. But the worst part is that she's nice! I can't hate her if she's a nice person. No wonder Ashton likes her. She's a total sweetheart." There was an adorable pout on her soft, pink lips.

Oh god! The amount of urges that go through my mind when I stare at her delicate lips is insane! I just want to kiss them so badly.

"What's her name?" I asked her, trying hard to stray away from the want that I was experiencing.

Ali answered, "Megan: a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Apparently she's like some mega super awesome fan who actually has enough money to buy herself a ticket to literally ever show of theirs! She also could afford a few meet and greet tickets, which is how the two of them met."