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

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I woke up on someone's chest, listening to the steady beat of their heart. I glanced upwards and saw Liam breathing slowly. Carefully rising, I ran a hand through my hair and stared at the perfect boy laying only inches away from me.

I almost smiled as I wiped a piece of hair out of his eyes. They fluttered open. "Hello," he said sleepily, also rising up from the bed. "Hi." I told him, getting out of the bed. I was wearing only a T-shirt and some boy boxers. It was more than Liam, who I saw only wore boxers also, apparently having taken off his jeans as I slept.

"Looking attractive." I joked, running a brush through my tangled hair. He surveyed me and smiled. "You, also." he stretched, his biceps rippling and just watched me. "What are you staring at?" I demanded, blushing. I knew this wasn't the most conservative outfit but I really had no energy to put on some jeans or sweat pants.

Liam's gaze snapped to my eyes. "Just wondering how I got so lucky." he mused sitting up so his legs touched the floor. I eyed him for a second, then went and sat on his lap, staring into his beautiful eyes. He shivered at my touch and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I'm the one who got lucky." I told him, and kissed him softly.

His lips were soft and warm and I melted into the kiss. "Please, stop being so perfect." I moaned, laying my head on his shoulder. Liam's chin rested on my head. "I'm far from that, love." he said softly, and his voice contained actual pain. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "Oh, nothing." he said airily, looking away.

I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him again, and Liam kissed me back, but without as much enthusiasm as before. "Stop killing the mood." I sighed stubbornly. Liam smiled a mere inch from my mouth. "Stop being so stubborn." he told me quietly, trailing kisses down my neck.

I moved my neck to the side to give him easier access and simply stared out my window. The sun was high in the sky, indicating Liam and I had slept through the morning and some of the afternoon. "You okay, love?" Liam suddenly asked. I hadn't noticed he had stopped kissing me and was watching me curiously.

I nodded. "Just thinking." I forced myself to look at him. His brown eyes showed interest and lust. He had no idea how badly I wanted him did he? For one second I imagined having sex with him instead of Daniel. I wondered what it'd be like.

Liam brushed a finger on my cheek, compelling me to look at him. "I have to go." he told me quietly. I eyed him curiously. Usually it was me saying that, not him. "Where?" I asked. Liam didn't say anything for a moment, apparently deep in thought. "Liam." I said impatiently. His head looked up. "What?" he asked, dazed. "Where are you going?" I asked again.

Liam tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "Just picking up Ruth and Nicola from the airport, they were in London for a few days picking up some old things." he said. Something about his tone was just too airy, Almost like he was lying. But Liam didn't lie. I knew that.

"Hey, I'll be back in about three hours. Want me to come over after?" Liam said softly. I nodded and got off of him so he could get up. I watched longingly at him as he pulled on his jeans and his shirt. "Want me to come with you?" I asked, somewhat hopefully. Liam paused for a moment as if he was deciding something important. "No, babe. You stay here. I have a surprise when I come back."

I frowned but nodded. After giving me a brief kiss on the cheek, he was going down the stairs and out the front door. I watched from the living room window until he turned the corner and I grabbed my keys also and ran to my car. The airport wasn't the way he was heading.

I headed into the traffic and saw his car sitting five in front of mine, one lane over. I glanced at my phone, and saw it was three in the afternoon. Where would Liam suddenly be going at three on a Saturday? A huge amount of possibilities ran through my mind. Was he cheating? Was he in a cult like Daniel?

The traffic steadily advanced to an exit, and I almost got in a wreck turning on it after I thought Liam wouldn't. He was heading towards the hospital? My breath caught in my chest. Why? Why was he heading to the hospital?

I waited until he walked into the hospital to get out. My heart was beating a million times a minute as I leaned against his red Camaro, waiting for his arrival back. His phone, I could see, was in the driver's seat. Was he avoiding calls? From who? Something told me he was avoiding my calls. But why?

The afternoon wore on. By 4:30 I was sitting on the concrete, my head resting against the passenger door. Better for him not to see me before he could get away. I realized I hadn't taken my medicine since early that morning, but I ignored the nagging voice in my head telling me that it wasn't good.

5:00 came and went. What would I be doing if I had actually stayed home like Liam said? Once or twice people walked by asking if I needed help and if I was hurt. No. I wasn't hurt. I was worried and panicking.

A loud ambulance came rushing by. By the time I could hear properly again I heard the doors of the Camaro being unlocked. I jumped up, half scared, half confrontational. Liam jumped. "Christina! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Liam said. His right hand was indeed over his heart. Along with some papers.

"What are you doing here?" Liam demanded, his eyes narrowing. I walked around the car slowly. "I was about to ask the same thing." I tried to keep the anger out of my voice. In one quick move, I grabbed the papers from his hand.

I read over them once as I fought Liam off with my other hand. My breathing became shallow. I didn't want to believe what I was reading. "Christina, please give them back!" Liam pleaded, his eyes shining with desperation. I felt myself collapse in his arms, one hand resting on his beating heart.

"Please tell me these papers aren't true." I gasped. I hadn't taken my medication. There was nothing to do but stay here before I did something I'd regret. Liam held me me with both arms, letting the papers fall to the parking lot ground. I could tell he was upset. He was hurting.

There was a long pause. "You're experiencing kidney failure." I finally gasped, letting it sink in. I let out a huge sob and stood there shaking in the protection of Liam's arms. "Shh, Christina. Calm down. It's all okay." Liam muttered into my hair but I was too worked up and upset to take his advice. People were beginning to stare but I didn't care.

"You.. Can't.. Leave.. Me." I said in between sobs. I clung to his chest, refusing to let go. He had a huge wet spot on his shirt where my tears had clung to. Liam rubbed my back, and I knew he was either crying silently or supressing tears. "I won't leave you, baby. I won't." he said, his voice cracking.

I wiped my eyes and looked at him. "You're dying?" I guessed. Liam said nothing. I noticed he was paler. He'd been that way for a few days now. And I was so selfish. So selfish I didn't realize... I didn't realize something was seriously wrong. "Will you have to leave me?" I whispered. There was no reply, and I let myself cry again, clinging to his body as if I was drowning.