*Liam's POV*
After I left James' house I had to go shopping for my Mum. I was surprised to see Matt. He looked really healthy. I didn't know he did track. Well duh. I wouldn't anyway since I left in eleventh year. And when he told me his sister was a fan. Wow. Thats cool. Maybe I'll meet her sometime since James and Matt seem to be pretty close maybe I'll hang with them. Suddenly something quickly passed behind me from the left. I looked to my right to see a girl jogging with her head in her hands. Was she okay? I'll go check. Damn she went to the toilet didn't she? Oh well.
I walked towards the woman's toilet door and put my ear to the door. I'm not a creep though I just wanted to make sure that girl was okay. So, on the other side of the door I hear small cries and mumbles. I knocked on the door a bit.
"Uhm, Miss? Are you alright?" I say unknowingly what else to say. No answer. I'll just peek in. It's only to make sure this girl is okay.
I slowly open the door. The end stall is closed. I walk into the bathroom and close the door behind me locking it. I cautiously walk to the last stall and give a small tap.
"Is there someone in here." I ask. No answer. I walk backwards a bit and check under the stall. No feet. That's weird. I walk into the stall next to the last one now. I carefully step onto the toilet seat. Yes. I'm peeking over the stall. Again not a creeper.
I look over the stall and see a girl. She is sitting with her feet tucked into her chest on top of the toilet. Burt then I see something I wasn't so expecting. Blood. Running down her face with tears mixed in. What should I say!?
"Hi." I say. Damn Liam why do you always say that in awkward situations?
"Why are you in the girls toilet?" She says not looking up to me.
"I was just… Uhm… Making sure you were okay." I say concerned.
"Why do you care? You don't even know me." She says rather sharply.
Well then. "I uhm… I'm not sure. I could. I uh… I'm Liam." I say.
"Why are you-" She stops suddenly looking up to me. I smile at her sympathetically. "Oh my." She whispers in disbelief. I notice she has gotten a black eye and a small cut across her cheek.
"Don't scram. Please." I say worried that she will.
"I-I. Wow." She says. "Am I dying? Am I just seeing you as a vision?" I chuckle.
"Nope. In the flesh. Wanna tell me what happened Dear?" I ask.
"Oh my cut and black eye… I uh fell off my bike and scratched my face and the black eyes from awhile ago. I was… Uhm playing football." She lied. Clearly. Maybe it's personal.
"Oh." I say. "Well you're okay?"
"Yepp!" She says hopping off the toilet seat walking towards the stall door. I walk out of mine as she is walking out of hers. I smile at her and she smiles weakly back.
"I know you were lying." I said
* Makayla's POV*
"I know you were lying." Liam says looking down at his feet.
Oh. My. God. Liam Payne.
"I-I Uhhhhhhhh." I say unable to form words. Realizing now. I'm actually standing next to Liam. In the flesh. Right. Next. To. Me. as he is still looking down I take notice of his features. I've never seen him in person. Only on posters and in magazines. His eyelashes. They were slightly long. His hair is just now beginning to grow back after shaving his head. He was, very attractive. and sweet.
He slowly looks up and meets my eye contact. Oh those beautiful light chocolate brown eyes. I think I'm dying. He smirks.
"Love, it isn't polite to stare." He says I glance away. He giggles. "Joking." I smile. That smile quickly fades. Holy shit!
"What time is it!?" I ask quickly. Liam slips his phone out his pocket.
"Ehm. Just past five o'clock." Shit shit shit! Matt's gonna kill me. Usually if I stay for detention (not likely) or anything after school I'm home by four thirty. That's what I told Matt earlier anyways. And he hates lateness. I start panicking. "Love? Are you alright?" Liam asks noticing my panicked expression.
"Uhm. Yeah. It's just that… I was supposed to be home by now. Actually I'm a half an hour late." I say scratching the back of my neck.
"Do you need a ride?" Liam asks.
"No." I respond quickly making my way towards the door.
"Please?" He says grabbing my wrist lightly not to be forceful but just to make me stay. I quickly pull it away. I look up to see Liam with a hurt expression on his face. Don't Mac… Don't fall for those
Too late…
Damn those eyes…
They were mesmerizing.
"O-o-okay…" I stutter. He nods with a smile and opens the door letting me out first. Gentleman much. "Thanks." I mumble just loud enough for him to hear. He then proceeds to reach out a hand for me to take.
"C'mon. I don't bite. Trust me." Trust? I just met you. Plus I only trust two people. Myself and Matt. Could I learn how to trust him this fast.
Suddenly I feel something brush my hand, sending chills through my body. I look down to see that it was Liam encouraging me to hold his hand. I hesitate a bit. I slowly grab his hand, cautiously. As my hand finally settles he intertwines his fingers with mine. Why do I have butterflies and chills? Is this normal?
I didn't even realize it but I was walking slowly with Liam. Questions still taking over my thoughts. Why would a guy like him want to help someone like me? That is the main question on my mind. Along with the millions of others this one is right in the front of my mind.
We are now in the parking lot. We walk towards a nice clean black SUV. "Are you kidnapping me?" I ask causing him to laugh.
"That's funny. No this is my car. Don't worry I'm taking you home. Just give me the directions." he says in an amused tone. He unlocks the vehicle and walks to the passenger door opening it for me. Again… Gentleman much? I mutter another thanks as I get into the car. He closes the door and runs around the front hopping in the driver side.
"Okay where to?" He asks
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Been a while…
Here is Chapter 5…
Leaving it as a cliffhanger!!
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~Dani .xx
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