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

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

My hands, luckily, weren't fully burned, barely classified as first degree ones. Liam drove me home, after I called my Mom and Dad, telling them the doctor told me not to drive. They told me they'd stop and pick up the car on their way home from dinner with the clients.

Liam came around to open my door, since the doctor said not to put pressure on my hands, they'd be fine in a day or two if I stayed to that order. I couldn't get my house key out of my pocket, and to my lucky advantage, it was in my back pocket. Liam eyed me carefully, then slowly reached into my back pocket and pulled the key. Yep. That wasn't awkward at all.

"You know, he didn't tell me I couldn't do absolutely nothing," I said impatiently as Liam put the key into the lock to open the front door. It was nearly seven, and the streets were growing dark. The lock clicked open and I entered the thresh hold, into a dark living room. I fumbled with the light switch, but finally turned it on, and saw Liam examining the pictures on the mantle.

"You were such an adorable little girl," he told me. He was looking at a picture of my old best friend and I from third grade. "I look horrible." I said. Liam raised an eyebrow at me. "You never have, and I really doubt you ever will." he said. I had a thought on that concerning Daniel but I kept it to myself.

I took my phone carefully out of my pocket and laid it on the table beside the couch and headed to the kitchen to survey what was left. There was an exploded tea bag on the counter, which apparently had burst from the heat. The pot the water had been in was on the floor. Apparently I didn't know I had dropped it when I left. And to top it all off, there was a spot that was burned above the stove from the smoke. Brilliant.

"Want me to clean up?" Liam asked me, coming up behind me. I shook my head. "My Mom will once she gets home." I assured him. I saw him nod slowly out of the corner of my eye. My phone started ringing loudly, the music scary. Daniel's ringtone. "Should I go?" he asked me softly. I nodded, biting my lip.

Liam walked out the door, though I knew he wasn't going to go home. He'd probably drive and park in a driveway near here and wait until Daniel left to come back. I pressed 'accept' on my phone, and turned the speaker on. "Hey," I answered. "I'm coming over. Be there in five minutes." Daniel's rough voice said, though he didn't sound particuarly angry tonight.

He hung up the instant after he said that. I made sure the door was unlocked so he could come right in, and sat on the couch. Maybe Daniel would act normal tonight. He seemed bipolar to me, so sometimes he would act sweet and want to watch movies or eat dinner together. Other nights.. well, I don't like talking about those.

Apparently it was his sweet day. He greeted me with a kiss and a hug. I stared resentlfully as he went and sat on the couch, half wondering if I could get a knife quick enough.. But I didn't. I followed him cautiously to the couch. "What did you do?" he asked me, eyeing the bandages on my hands. "Burnt myself." I told him shortly. I took a place on the oppisite side of the couch.

Daniel stared at me as if he couldn't imagine why I was so scared to sit beside him. Comprehension, kind of, dawned on his face. "Are you mad at me because of what happened at the game yesterday?" he asked. That was only yesterday? It had felt like a year.

In response, I only stared. I felt like someone being arrested, "Anything you say can and will be used against you." I kept that opinion to myself, or else Daniel might make me have a theme night. I almost shuddered at the thought.

"Babe, I was only playing around." Daniel said, leaning backwards on the couch. His green eyes turned slightly darker. I shifted uncomftorably in my seat. I still didn't reply. "I didn't mean to shove you down, I was going for the Liam kid." he offered again. I opened my mouth to reply. "But he didn't do anything." I said, then immediately bit down on my tongue.

Daniel looked for a second as though he wanted to say something but didn't. "Look, I didn't come over here to fight. I wanted to apologize." he told me. In all truth, I was expecting this. Every single time, after a few fights, Daniel would apologize, thinking it gave him a fresh start. I thought he would be smart enough to realize it didn't work, but some people weren't as smart as others. Including him.

"Okay." I replied, crossing my arms and staring at him. Daniel put his hands on his knees, leaning forward. "If you want me to leave just tell me." he said. But his face told a different story, it said something more along the lines of 'I'll slit your throat in your sleep'. "No." I muttered. Daniel, his face satisfied, moved to the part of the couch I was sitting.

I almost shrinked away from his touch but stayed firm. He put an arm around my shoulders. I still didn't move. His grip tightened so hard I winced. "Are you scared?" he growled menacingly in my ear. He shot up like a dog seeing something threatening when the garage door suddenly opened, announcing my parents arrival.

Daniel's strong grip wrapped around me, pulling me up into his lap. "Lay your head down." he ordered. I almost told him no, feeling much more corageous than normal today, but I laid my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me. The ones who I used to feel safe anymore. I asked myself over and over, what did I do to deserve this?

The front door opened and Mom came in first, followed my Dad. "Are your hands okay?" Mom asked. "Slightly burned." I said from what seemed to her as the 'comfort of Daniel's arms'. "But.. Your mother said another boy drove you home from the hospital. Not Daniel." Dad said. I groaned as Daniel's arms went ridged around me.

"No, sir, I came over after. I've been at football practice, and Christina was.. hanging out with her English parter." he lied smoothly. His tone was menacing but had the power to make you believe him. Dad nodded, completely unaware what he just had done to me.

"Well, it's getting late. I really have to go," Daniel said, and instinctively I moved off his lap so he could stand up. "Walk me out to my car, babe?" he asked me, his eyes completely livid. I nodded meekly. Following him out the door without a phone probably was an idiotic idea.

I was standing down by his car, my arms crossed protectively around myself as Daniel watched my house. Once he saw the shadows of my parents retreat to their bedroom, where the heavy curtains on their windows were blocking any view, he turned to me.

He paced for a second, then turned to me. "I thought we've been over this. A few times, to be exact." he finally said. "No, it's not like that. Liam was driving by here to get to the highschool for a track meeting and saw me speeding down the road, going to the hospital after I burnt myself, and he drove me home." I stammered. It was the worst lie I'd ever said, and trust me, I've said a lot.

Daniel shoved me roughly against the driver's door, my elbow hitting it painfully. I winced. "I didn't want to!" I cried, not loud enough for anyone to hear. Daniel smirked. "And you didn't think to call me for a ride?" he asked me. I shook my head quickly. "The traffic going to the hospital was terrible." I told him, the one truthful thing I'd said all night.

I don't know if he ever came around to believing me or not, because his phone rang, inturrupting his confrontation. "Mhm. Yeah. Okay." he muttered into it and hung up. "You're lucky my parents want me home." he hissed in my ear, getting close.

Instead of his usual good-bye kiss, he yanked me away from the car and got into it without a second glance. Five seconds later I saw headlights coming back down the road, and Liam stopped in front of my driveway without turning in. He rolled down the passenger window. "Good night, love." he said.