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

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

I rolled over and moaned the next morning. Friday. And I felt fine. I was the worst faker in the world, no doubt Mom would be able to tell I was fine and send me off to Hell, in other terms, school.

Not wanting to make a scene, I got out of bed unsteadily and put on some shorts and a T-shirt. I walked into the bathroom.

The bruise on my cheek was an ugly yellow and so were the other bruises on my body. I opened my medicine cabinet and took two Tylenol, and, not meaning to, I brushed my hand against the bruise cover up cream Liam had given me only a few nights before. I didn't like the questioning looks everyone gave me about my bruises, so I decided to not let them happen and started gently applying the bruise cream.

The only thing that made me not run strait out the door to school was the face that I was starving. My parents were in the kitchen, I knew. The overwhelming smell of coffee lured me in there too.

"You look much better, Chris," Mom said as she poured herself a bowl of Frosted Flakes.

I shrugged. I usually didn't reply when she called me Chris. I hated that nickname. Too manly.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, and Dad passed me a bagel, barely looking up from his newspaper. He had been somewhat cold to me ever since I had "crashed" my car. After adding 4 teaspoons of sugar and a lot of creamer to the regular black coffee, I took a long sip, nearly gagging. It was very, very hot.

"I can drive you to school, this morning. Christina. I don't have to be at work until eight anyway," Mom said in between bites of cereal.

I nodded, trying to savor each sip of coffee. It had felt like years since I had actually sat down and had breakfast with my parents. It actually had been about eight months.

Around 7:15, fifteen minutes before class, I got into my Mom's sedan, my dad lounging in the backseat. They'd be heading to work after they dropped me off, since their ride into downtown San Fransisco took about half an hour, maybe a little less on slow days.

"Have a good day, honey," Mom said as we pulled up to the school.

"Bye," I told the both of them, climbing out.

The bell was supposed to ring in ten minutes, but even that little time was enough for Daniel to corner me in the hallways. "Where were you yesterday?" he asked, making me shrink back against the wall, one of his arms dangerously close to my head as he leaned down in front of me.

"I was sick," I muttered, looking for a direct way around this.

"Now what would you say if, hm, I didn't believe you?" Daniel growled, his face mere centimeters from mine.

"I'd say oh well, because I was," I said. My courage faltered three seconds after I said it. Daniel's eyes narrowed, and whether he was about to threaten me or hit me, I never got to find out.

"Hi, Christina!" Kelli said from behind Daniel, her arm linked with her boyfriend Tony's.

"Hi, Kelli," I said meekly, siezing the oppurtunity and moving away from Daniel. He clenched his fists, and Tony let go of Kelli to go talk to his teammate.

"You're welcome," she muttered. I sighed, and walked quickly down the hallway to English.

"Hello, Christina. So happy you could join us today," Mrs. James said, her mouth smiling.

I looked at my normal seat and my heart fell. Liam was not there. "Where's Liam?" I asked her.

"If I knew, I still probably wouldn't tell you," the teacher said.

I rolled my eyes and took my seat, feeling oddly lonely. Was he sick? What if his family had changed their minds about moving to San Diego and were packing their new house up right now, preparing to move back home?

Wait. Why did I care? I had already made it a point to avoid getting emotionally and romantically involved already. I should be happy if he was moving back to Wolverhampton or perhaps into a private school. His house had certainly been upscale enough, surely he could afford that. Or his parents could, at least.

I shook my head once to snap out of it, and started focusing on the lesson. After English I couldn't help but check my phone. Liam had my number now, perhaps he texted me. He hadn't. Feeling slightly crestfallen, I took my seat in math, and tried to forget I even knew a Liam Payne.

I carefully avoided Daniel all day. During lunch, I hung out in the girls bathroom with Kelli, who had finally decided she had been right all along. I wasn't going to deny it anymore.

"I think you should go to the police," she told my gently, wetting some paper towel and dabbing my forhead in an older sister or parently way.

I shook my head, my hands gripping the sink for support. "He'll kill me first," I whispered.

Kelli looked miserable, and I realized her she was the only one in this school, or maybe one of two, that I actually liked being around, and that I knew cared for me. After school I headed out quickly, taking up the offer Kelli had given about giving me a ride.

She dropped me off and I boltred inside, locking all the doors. If Daniel came to torture me, he'd believe no one was home.... I hope. I poured myself a glass of water, suddenly anxious. I felt as if something was going to happen, I just didn't know what yet. I sat down in the living room, curling my feet up under me as I stared remotely at the TV. I didn't even take in what was on.

After two hours of this, the only thing that had happened was that Mom had called and said they'd be home late, around midnight. I told her okay then hung up. Then, finally, at six o'clock, the doorbell rang. I nearly jumped a foot. I inched my way towards the door silently and peered through the light colored curtains. Liam was there.

Deciding it was pretty safe, I unlocked the door and let him in, quickly closing it and locking it again. "Why so jumpy?" Liam asked me, his husky accent making me sigh.

"I think I made Daniel very, very angry today," I said softly, leading him into the kitchen to get something to drink. I sat on the counter and he stood beside me.

"I know you came here for a reason. Why?" I asked him, almost nervous about the answer. The way my heart was pounding hard knew that this was a good idea with bad consequences. Liam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter, only a few inches away from me. I felt a strange desire to reach out and hold his hand, but I resisted.

I took the oppurtunity to keep talking. "Why weren't you at school today?" I asked slowly, almost scared to hear the answer.

Liam sighed. "I couldn't risk seeing you."

Damn it.

"I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or a complete insult," I said after a minute. Liam looked at me, his brown eyes full of lust.

"I know you can't get close to me. But, Christina, it's hard," he said, and I was suprised to hear the pain in his voice. He got up and came and stood right in front of me.

"Liam.." I began, starting to get nervous. But not the bad kind of nervous. The excited, anxious kind.

Liam leaned forward. "We can make him go away," he whispered, his mouth only three inches, maybe less, away from mine.

Without realizing it, I nodded. Liam closed the distance between our mouths, and our lips pressed together. A shot of heat flashed through my body, and it was the most sensational feeling I had ever felt, more than I ever had when I actually had loved Daniel.

Liam kissed back hungirly, as if afraid I was going to disappear. I could say the same thing. And suddenly it was over. He pulled back, and backed away.

"We'll work on things," Liam whispered, and he was gone.