My Guardian Angel (Liam Payne fanfiction) [UNDER EDITING]

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The blush could hardly cover the dark purple bruise on my cheek. It couldn't cover the ones on my arms. I stared into the mirror, my bright blue eyes brimming with tears. But, there was nothing I could do about it. I took a deep breath and sped downstairs so I didn't have to come face to face with my parents. I called out good-bye to them and practically ran outside. School was only two blocks away. There was no escaping.

I pulled my long sleeve shirt down further, trying to ignore the white-hot California sun beating down on me. Even though I wore shorts, I was sweating by the time I was in my high school's parking lot. His car was already parked in it's normal spot. My heart beat faster. Maybe I could sneak down the hallway. Maybe he wouldn't see me. It didn't work. A pair of strong arms wrapped around me. A pair of arms that I used to be thrilled to have touched me, but now it seemed like my worst nightmare coming true.

Daniel pulled me in, almost lovingly. As if he hadn't hurt me last night. And all those other times. He hungrily pecked my cheek, and I tried to stare somewhere, looking as desperate as possible. My eyes connected with a boy's. He must've been new. His brown eyes watched me with concern. I tried with all my will not to let tears start falling. Daniel must've thought biting my neck was a turn on, but when I yelped, he gripped my arm harder than necessary, a passable fake smile on his lips.

"Darling, what's the matter?" he asked in a false cheery voice.

You. Your abuse. My life.

"Nothing. I popped my knee," I lied, not meeting his green eyes.

Daniel put an arm around me, admiring couples watching us jealously. If they only knew. The bell for first period rang.

"I'll see you at lunch?" he said, taking his arm away from me. I nodded and darted away to my first class, English. I usually sat alone, since the teacher didn't think I needed help, but a boy sat in the desk beside mine. It was the one who was watching me in the hallway.

"Hi," he greeted, pulling my seat out politlely for me to sit down. He had a to-die-for British accent.

"Hey," I replied, dropping my black bag to the floor and pulling my english book, paper, and a pen out of it.

The boy watched me intensely for a minute, as if sizing me up. "My name's Liam, your's?" he finally said, also taking out a new looking book. People began filling in the desks around us.

"Christina," I replied. I realized I was staring at his gorgous face and dropped my gaze, blushing. Liam barely cracked a smile.

"So you transferred here? From where?" I asked, trying to ease the awkwardness.

He was about to answer when our teacher, Mrs. James, called for silence. "Happy, happy Monday," she said in a sarcastic tone, a smirk upon her lips as she surveyed her classroom full of eleventh graders. Did I mention she's my favorite teacher? "Ah, yes, we have a new student. Liam Payne, from Wolverhampton over in the... UK, correct?" Liam nodded. Mrs. James nodded back, looking satisfied. "Well, welcome to San Diego," she said.

She went into the lesson, but I was only half listening. Liam kept glancing at me, as if he expected me to say something as Mrs. James was teaching. My cheek was throbbing, and as Mrs. James called for a bathroom break, I felt fingers brush against it. I looked up and saw Liam there, looking nervous. "I could see it moving," he said in a low voice, his accent sexier than ever. I nodded, looking down at my book.

"You have a bruise. What happened?" he asked, taking advantage of the almost empty classroom.

"I fell, hit my cheek on the bathroom counter," I said automatically. Everytime someone asked about my bruises, it was either 'I fell', or 'I hit myself with ____'.

Liam watched me skeptically, as if he knew I was lying. I tried not to flinch under his hard stare. "I want you to know, I don't believe you," he said. I shrugged.

For a fleeting second, I had the urge to tell him about how Daniel had abused me last night, trying to get me into it. I wanted to tell him how this had been happening for about a year now. But all that came out was a pitiful whimper. Liam's thumb brushed a tear away from my eye. "I don't like seeing you cry," he whispered. Even though I barely knew him, I was already feeling closer to him than I ever had felt to anyone.