His Olympian (Liam Payne)

Chapter 4

The next morning I wake up really early with Liam still sleeping soundly, his arms still around me. I chuckle softly and try to get up.

"Stay, please?" He mumbles, half-asleep.

"Eh, I don't feel like it." I joke and skip downstairs to find a note stuck to the fridge.

"Goodbye.

-Dad."

What?

Re-reading the note many times, I furrow my eyebrows and keep reading it over and over until my eyes feel like their spinning.

"I'm so confused." I say aloud

"How come?" I hear behind me. I whirl around, seeing a shirtless Liam. I look down, no matter how much I want to look at his toned abs, and hand the note to him. His chocolate orbs sadden and he pulls me into a hug. I just met him -well re-met him- but it felt right hugging him.

So what if I'm cheesy? Sue me.

"Look at me." Liam commands, while tilting my chin up.

"You are a very nice, sweet, amazing, beautiful girl. I don't know why your dad treats you like this," I attempt to find a sudden intrest in my feet but he lifts my chin back up, "but he must've been completely insane." By now I'm full on bawling into his bare shoulder. "He was drunk last night wasn't he? He probably didn't mean it."

"He meant it. He's a very honest drunk." I shake my head, sniffing in the process. Liam sighs in frustration.

"I'm so sorry."

"I don't know what I'm going to do! The Olympics are in a month and I don't have a coach! Plus I think this house has a demon living in the basement and-"

"A demon?" He asks sarcastically.

"You're the one that made me watch Paranormal Activity." I shrug and he rolls his eyes.

"Listen, I don't know how good of a coach I'd be, but I'm willing to help you train. And, the boys and I could stay here with you instead of in our apartments? But only if you would want us to."

"Really?" I ask eagerly. He nods his head confirming it.

"Well then beep beep mother trucker! We've got five guys to get moved in!"

"Mother trucker?" He snickers.

"No one understands my logic anymore." I huff.

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"Ok! Listen up! My house only has two bedrooms and a pull out couch. I'll take the pull-"

"Nope!" I'm interupted by Louis, "The sleeping arrangements go like this, Harry and I on the pull out," Harry groans after Louis states this, "Shutup. Anyways, then Niall and Zayn," He turns to me with a devilish grin, "then Darcey and Liam. Now, don't be too loud in there or I'll-"

"LOUIS!" Liam and I shout at the same time. We glance at each other and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

"Anyway, you all are free to do what you want but if I find a billion bimbos in here, someones going to be in loads of trouble." I bring my index and middle fingers up to my eyes then point them at Harry.

"Is this pick on Harry day or something?" He asks innocently.

"Yes. Yes it is, curls. And now you've made me lose what I was going to say so don't interupt me." I remark sticking my tongue out at him.

"Are you fond of that tongue?" He smirks. I gasp dramatically and shoot him a pathetic look.

"So when do we get to eat something?" I hear an Irish accent call out from upstairs in our loft.