Happily Ever After? [Liam Payne]

Chapter One.-

"Brielle! Get up right now!" My step-mother, Janice, shouted from downstairs. I sighed and rubbed my dark-ringed eyes, caused by little sleep for the past years. I pulled the comforter off of my body before I swung my legs on the ground, sauntering over to my dreslled out a black knee-length dress before getting into it. I then added a lace apron, tying the string around the back. I may be a maid, but my boss doesn't need to make us wear, well, this. I hate wearing it- why couldn't we just wear slacks? It wouldn't hurt anyone. Plus, the complex I work in is where a lot of celebrities live and they must know what it's like to want to just wear some sweats and a hoodie instead of a tight dress every day of the working week.

 I snapped out of my daze, stopping the rant in my head. I tied my hair back into a high ponytail, grabbing the black ribbon on my mantelpiece before I wrapped it tightly around the hair-tie. "Brielle!" Janine repeated, I rushed over to the table on the far side of my room, stuffing all the contents of the table into my bag. I then turned around before running out of my room, and down the stairs.

 My step-mother was lying down on the crummy couch in the small living room, watching the television. "Work harder today, Brielle. Your father didn't want a disgrace as his child." She scowled, glaring at me. I gave her a death stare before I opened my mouth, shouting with anger "You knew NOTHING about my father!" Tears sprung my eyes as I shook it away.

 "Then why did your mother leave then, eh? She. Didn't. Want. You. Neither did your dad!" That was it, I don't normally get this upset about her and her comments but today was an exception. "He didn't want to die!" I screamed before I ran out of the house, slamming the door and sprinting to my car, jumping in quickly.

I sunk my head in my hands for what seemed like forever before I got a grip, reaching over and taking my make-up bag from the passenger seat. I applied my make-up, making the dark bags under my eyes disappear, and gave my pale skin some colour. I softly smiled at the reflection looking back at me in the rear view mirror that I had angled over to meet my eyes.

 I fixed the mirror before putting my keys into the ignition, taking off down the street. About half an hour later, I pulled up into the carpark of the large complex, where I work for Liam Payne. Yes, the Liam Payne. I left my car, locking the door behind me before I entered the complex, kindly smiling at Bridget, the receptionst, entering the elevator and pressing the button for the seventh floor.

 Once the elevator stopped and the doors opened, I jumped out of it before walking swiftly to Room 13, where Liam lived. I knocked on the door, only for no-one to answer. I grasped the door handle, turning it slightly, and then the door opened. I started to walk in, immediately seeing a huge mess and I was only here 2 days ago.

"Mr. Payne?" I called, closing the door behind me as I entered the living room, to see Liam hunched up on the couch. I walked over to him, placing a hand gently on his back. "Mr. Payne, It's Brielle." I spoke softly, "No cleaning today, just go." aHe said angrily, I shook my head and moved to sit beside Liam, "What's wrong, hon?" I asked, looking at him intently before carefully removing his hands from his face.

 His face was red and his eyes were puffy, he obviously had been crying. "What's up?" I asked him, but he didn't respond. He just stared out into space. I took his hand and practically dragging him to the bathroom before I started soothing his face with cloths, reducing the redness and puffiness. "What happened, Mr. Payne?" I asked quietly, padding his face with the cold cloth.

 He bit his lip, looking away before looking back, meeting my gaze. "M-my longtime g-girlfriend broke up with m-me yesterday" He whispered, his lower lip trembling. I pursed my lips, placing the cloth on the counter. "I'm sorry, Mr. Payne.." I spoke, he chuckled dryly, "Brielle, my name is Liam.". I smiled and nodded. "Okay, Liam." I laughed, the ends of his lips turned up into a subtle grin.

 "Now, why don't you go and relax and I'll clean up, okay?" I smiled but he immediately shook his head, "I'll help clean up." He said strongly, hopping off of the counter and standing up straight. "No, Liam. You need to rest, you've had a stressful day." I told him, "No. Bri, I made this mess, I should help clean." He protested.

I rolled my eyes and left the room, making my way to the messy kitchen where I cleaned, and Liam tried to but he didn't exactly succeed. I then moved onto the rest of the house; cleaning, dusting and vacuuming every room of the house which took about 3 hours. While I was packing up my things, I overheard Liam on the phone. I didn't mean to but he was only in the hall so it was hard to ignore.

 "The masquerade party? I don't have anyone to go with." I bit my lip and stopped what I was doing. "I'll go with the boys, yeah? But this isn't a ball, right? ..... Just a normal house party? That's awesome. Thanks. See you there .... Thursday." He spoke into the phone before he walked back into the room. I turned around, smiling softly at him before sitting my bag on my arm before saying goodbye and started leaving the room.

 "Brielle?" He asked, I turned around, my expression just asked 'What?'. "Thank you for today.." was what he said and I flashed him a smile "No problem Mr. P-- Liam." "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? We'll go out for tea, or something." He suggested with a soft smile. I nodded, agreeing then left the complex. An hour later, I arrived back at home with some chinese take-out for myself. As soon as I walked in the door, my two step-sisters,

Vanessa and Veronica, and Janice all decided to throw verbal abuse at me but I locked myself away in my room. I took out my laptop and started looking at the colleges in the London area. All of them were so pricey, I don't know how I'll afford it. I turned in my office chair to be met with a view that I don't think anyone would pay for. I bit my lip, I don't want to be a maid forever. Dad wanted me to go to a top university but we just don't have the funds, all because of Janice. She only used Dad for his money.

 Suddenly, an idea came to mind and I turned quickly back to my laptop, typing in 'masquerade masks' before I searched for hours for the right one. Then, I found it. A beautiful white and gold mask. I looked at it in awe before scrolling down to see it was $156. I sighed and walked over to my drawer, pulling out a large glass jar that was filled with cash. There was well over 200 dollars there, it was for my 'future', but my mind was clouded. I wrote down my plan for the party on a notepad beside my desk. I'm going to this party.