Liam Payne
I froze. I am not really afraid of things.
Spiders? No.
Snakes? Not really.
Clowns? Nope.
Public speaking? Only if the Queen or Kate Middleton was present.
Women? Eh.
Tracey Michaels? YES.
Why didn't I classify her with the women? Because she isn't some random woman.
Tracey has intimidated me since I first met her. It was a two weeks before Scarlett moved to my school. Tracey was the most popular person, well as much as a sixth grader can be. Everyone feared her.
Always gave up their spot in lunch if she decided to eat hot lunch. Or give up their swing. She wouldn't have to even ask, that's how scary she was.
One day, I guess I was swinging on her swing and she punched me in the face and kicked me in the balls. I got a giant black eye and it hurt to pee for days.
"Uh."
"Hey that rhymed!" She smiled at Jay, who looked terrified, "Now you. What the hell is this?!" She held up a magazine.
"T-that magazine isn't sold in the U.S. How did y-you get it?" I stuttered nervously.
"Well, I booked a flight here to surprise my best friend and when I got off, I saw this in the airport. People are reading this. Now, Liam you might want to start talking. And do it fast."
I looked at Jay, he cleared his throat, "Well I'm going-"
"Go organize your bowties or something." Tracey commanded. Jay flipped her off behind her back before going to his room. "Speak. NOW."
I took a deep breathe and started from the beginning.
"So that's what happened." I finished. Tracey's eyes had grown wider and wider as I told the story.
She didn't say anything. "So I don't know if silence is a good thing but-"
I was cut off when she punched me in the balls. I gasped as my hands went down to cover my crotch. I felt like I was going to throw up. Tears came to my eyes.
"Why did you do that? Oh, my balls." I moaned as I hunched over.
"AH. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU. AHHH!!!" She yelled. "She's my best friend and you treated her like she was nothing. Nothing, Liam. You fix this. You understand? I don't not give two flying fucks if you have to spend the rest of your miserable life trying to apologize. Fix this."
I swallowed as I stood up slowly. "I didn't mean to hurt her, Tracey. Please, you must understand, it was never my intention."
"Fix. It." Was all she said.
"Quick question, will you grab my trash can? I think I'm going to be sick."
Scarlett Adams
"I don't know if I can do this." I said to Quincy as I looked in the mirror.
"You can and you will." Quincy handed me a glass of wine, "Liquid courage. Take a sip."
I sighed and grabbed the glad and drained it, "I think I'm ready."
She slapped my but, "You go girl!"
I walked over to the door, the second I touched the knob, I stopped. "I can't."
"What?" Quincy called from the kitchen.
I took a few steps back. "I can't confront him. I don't want to say the wrong thing. We are already in a fight for saying the wrong thing-"
"So? If it adds fuel to the fire, so be it."
"Yeah, uh. How about I don't add any fuel. Maybe water?" I tried.
"Do what you must. But don't forget how he made you feel." "He was right about me running away from my problems. Maybe I shouldn't fix this."
Quincy walked over to me and put her hands on my shoulder, "Fix it."
I nodded and with a sign, I threw open the door. Liam stood there, his face went pale. We stood there silently.
"What a cliché." Quincy muttered.
"Hi." I said quietly.
"Hey. Can we talk?" He asked. "Yeah let me get my coat."
A/n: I'M BACK, BITCHES. I know I wasn't gone long and everything but I knew I couldn't leave you guys, I mean just because Zayn left doesn't mean I have to leave you. I should have been talking to you about it. I got my groove back.
And I am releasing my NEW Zayn Malik fan fic tomorrow!
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