Learning to Love (a Liam Payne Fanfic)

Surfing...With Liam Payne???

I’ve been sitting in my room for more than an hour now. It’s 10:00. I was planning on getting up early to go for a quick morning surf and be back before one to meet Liam. But I haven’t even gotten anything to eat. Instead, I’m sitting on my bed in bikini and a surfing shirt over the top, listening to my parents fight downstairs. I don’t even bother to try and hear what it’s about – money, their marriage, jobs, me, life. Hell, they argued about who forgot to get milk or how one should cook dinner their way instead of a different way. 

My stomach growled and I knew I should really get something to eat. I pull out my Ipod and stick the headphones into my ears. I turn the volume up so I wouldn’t have to hear them talking. I slip on a pair of sweatpants before making my way down the wooden stairs. The creaking of the old wood should alert them that I’m coming down. Not that it matters.

I round the corner and peer into the kitchen. Just my luck. Their sitting at the table arguing, but as soon as I walk in the fall silent. My mom looks at me and smiles, mouth moving silently. I take an earbud out.

“What?” I ask, pulling out a bowl for cereal.

“I asked how the concert was.” She repeated. I nodded with a smile,

“It was really fun. The seats were pretty far back, but it was defiantly worth it.” I pour cereal into the bowl then splash white milk over it.

“Going surfing?” my dad asks, looking at the shirt I always surf in. I nod,

“I think so.” I shovel down the cereal as fast as I can, “Oh, when I’m gone a friend might stop by to get something. I’ll put it on the porch. Said they’d be by in the afternoon, so I’ll probably be back though.” I finish my cereal and put the bowl in the sink.

I stick the earbud back in my ear as I walk out of the kitchen.

No need to hear any of that.

Then I run upstairs and take the sweatpants off and put a pair of shorts on, grab a towel, and take his jacket.

I stop on the porch next to my surfboard and drape the jacket over the railing and writing a note.

Sorry I’m not here – went surfing. Here’s you’re jacket anyway! Thanks for letting me borrow it. The sunglasses are in the pocket. –Brooke

I fasten the note onto the jacket.

“Brooke!” A familiar accent makes me look up. Liam stands at the bottom of the steps next to a shiny black car. He looks from me to the note to the jacket.

“Trying to avoid me are you?” he asks with a cheeky grin. I stand up straight,

“No! you’re here early – I mean it’s fine. I just didn’t think you’d be here this early. I was going surfing.” I blurt everything out, inside wincing at every word.

“You surf?” he asks curiously. I nod, looking back at my board. A small smile forms on my lips,