Auther's note: hey guys! i'm sorry i havnt put out a new part in a while but i've been really busy and havnt had much time to write. This chapter isn't super eventful but hopefully you'll like it! as always, please like, share and comment to let me know what you think! thank you so much for reading :) xx
Liam’s P.O.V.
“So, how was that?” Niall asks as soon as we’re out of ear shot.
“Yeah, how did it go?” Zayn asks, elbowing me in the ribs.
“Um, it was… fine.” I answer, trying to hide my giddiness.
“Just fine?” Louis winks. “It seemed to be going pretty well from what I could see.” I glare at him, praying he’ll stop talking before he spills about the kiss.
“Uh yeah, pretty well I guess.” I say quickly, trying to cover up again what Louis uncovered. It’s not that I don’t trust the boys because I do, 100%. It’s just that I don’t want them to know until I get my thoughts and feelings sorted out, until I decide how far I want this to go.
“What even happened while we were gone?” asks Harry.
“Um well we talked… she agreed to let me take her out for dinner…”
“AND THEY KISSED.” Louis shouts with glee. So much for keeping that part a secret. They all turn to face me.
“Um, yeah. That too.” I say. Louis is grinning at me, and Harry and Zayn are looking at me with impressed smiles on their faces, but Niall looks concerned.
“Liam,” he says. “ You… you have a girlfriend.” The smiles drop from the other boys’ faces as if they had just remembered about Danielle.
“Right Liam, I know Katie is a nice girl and everything but you can’t lead her on like this.” Harry scolds.
“Yeah, well that’s the other thing I didn’t tell you.” I say. “Danielle and I… well, she broke up with me.”
Four heads snap around to look at me, shocked expressions on every face. I can tell they didn’t see that coming.
“Well, that takes care of that.” Zayn says.
“I’m sorry, Liam.” Louis says.
“It’s fine,” I say.
“No but really Liam, if you want to talk about it…” Niall trails off.
“No really, I’m fine.” I say.
Paul meets us outside with the car. There aren’t really many fans around so I’m guessing they haven’t discovered where we are yet. For Katie’s sake I hope they never do. We drive back to the hotel in silence. When we arrive the car is instantly swarmed with directioners. We get out and follow Paul as he pushes his way through the crowd. Screams erupt as the fans see us. Hands fling out at us, trying to grab at our clothing and our hair and voices shout our names. The rest of the boys stop to take pictures and sign autographs, and even though my mind is elsewhere, I do the same. I try to seem enthusiastic and interested as I usually do, our fans deserve it after all they’ve done for us, but my heart just isn’t in it today.
I mutter something about having to go to the bathroom to the boys and push my way through the mass of people and through the large double doors of the hotel. As the doors close behind me the sounds of screaming fangirls, though still quite audible, drops considerably.
I take the elevator up to the eleventh floor and walk through a series of hallways until I get to my room. I reach into my pocket for my room key but it’s not there. I recheck all my pockets before I remember that I left it in the pocket of my jacket, which I left in the car. Great. I consider going back down through the mass of screaming fans to get my coat but decide against it. I’m sure one of the other boys or Paul will bring it when they come up. I flop down against the wall beside my room door to wait.
I must have dozed off because next thing I know, Zayn is shaking me awake.
“Liam, are you ok? What’s going on?” he asks.
“Huh? Oh hey. I uh, I forgot my room key in my jacket pocket and I was just waiting here till someone brought it up… I guess I fell asleep…” I murmur, still half asleep.
“No surprise there, you’ve had a pretty rough day. Is this the one?” he asks, holding up my jacket.
“Yep, that’s the one. Thanks man.” I struggle to a standing position and take the coat from Zayn’s outstretched arm. Reaching into the pocket, I find my room key and pull it out triumphantly. I unlock the door and am about to go in when I realize Zayn is still standing there.
“Where’s everyone else?” I ask.
“Oh, Niall, Louis, Harry and Josh went out for pints… You know how Niall is about his beer.” He answers.
“You didn’t go with them?”
“Nah. I’m pretty tired, plus I wanted to make sure you were holding up ok. It’s a good thing I didn’t go too, or else you’d be locked out of your room for quite a while!”
“Yeah,” I say yawning. “Good thing.”
“Ok well if you’re sure everything’s ok, I guess I’m off to bed.” He says still looking at me with worry in his eyes.
“Yep I’m good, thanks. What day is complete without a near death experience, right?” I say, making a joke so he’ll stop worrying.
He laughs. “Alright then, goodnight Liam.”
“Night Zayn.”
I go into my room and head straight for the bed. Without even bothering to change into pajamas, I stretch out across the entire bed and close my eyes. But sleep doesn’t come.
Instead I am bombarded with images of Katie. Katie yelling at me to get out of the street. Katie getting hit by a car. Katie in a hospital bed. I toss and turn but cant seem to shut my mind off. My body is exhausted and craves sleep but my brain seems to be turned on full blast.
Giving up on sleep for the time being, I take out my phone and sign into twitter. The first thing I see is a picture of Katie sprawled on the street and me kneeling over her, right after she got hit. I had hoped that today’s incident might have stayed a secret but I can never underestimate the detective powers of the directioner fandom. My mentions are full of fans asking who this girl was and what happened and if I’m alright. I keep scrolling until one tweet catches my attention.
“This is the girl’s twitter account who supposedly saved Liam’s life today @iwish_foryou.”
It never occurred to me that Katie had twitter. I click on the link to her page and am slightly surprised but mostly excited to find that it’s a fan account for none other than One Direction. Her latest tweet says “It just doesn’t seem right that something you want this badly can be so out of reach.” I wonder what she’s referring to in this tweet and make a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow.
I keep scrolling through her tweets and realize that about half of them are addressed to me.
“@Real_Liam_Payne hi Liam how are you today? :)”
“@Real_Liam_Payne hey Liam guess what? We’re both in NYC right now, maybe I’ll finally get the chance to meet you *fingers crossed* who am I kidding, dreams don’t come true that easily.”
I reply to that one.
“@iwish_foryou I guess dreams really do come true that easily… :)”
Smiling to myself, I sign out of twitter and fall asleep.
