One Direction One Shots 1

You're Mine (Liam)

We were sitting in our last period, trying to get through the play Hamlet. Our assignment today was to act out a certain scene. The teacher had called on me to play Ophelia, and I slowly made my way to the front of the class. As I began to pass Liam Payne’s desk, he stretched, making sure to purposely brush against my lower back.

I spun around, glaring. “Watch it, Payne,” I seethed. “Your hands got a little low.” He smirked back at me, running his long fingers through his dark brown wavy hair.

“Just stretching,” he replied cockily, subtly winking his eye. I rolled my eyes as I continued to the front of the class, waiting for the teacher to call on someone to act out Hamlet. I sat down on one of the tables, carefully reading through the script, thankfully translated into modern day English.

“Get ready to act,” I heard in my ear, the dark and husky voice I recognized so well. Spinning around quickly, I ended up with my face parallel to Liam’s chest.

“How did you end up being Hamlet?” I seethed.

Our “friendship” had always been rocky, never steady. Him and I had begun grammar school together, spent our summers together at one of our parent’s beach houses. But now here we were at 17, both despising each other’s guts. I wasn’t sure what had happened, maybe it wasn’t just one thing.

When high school came around, we both changed. He went with his crowd of partying, soccer playing jocks, I with my crowd of girls I’d known all my life. There were always rumors about him, it was impossible for him to completely leave my life, as much I thought I wanted him to.  I was lost in a memory of us when his light-smelling cologne brought me back from the reverie.

“I couldn’t let someone else be Hamlet to your fair Ophelia, now could I?”

“Ugh,” I groaned. “You’re disgusting.” I pushed him backward, clearing my throat. The teacher motioned for us to begin, and Liam was first to start. It was the scene where Hamlet and Ophelia argue about Ophelia going to a nunnery.

I began speaking clearly, not nervous, though slightly peeved at who was playing Hamlet. I tried not to look Liam in the eye, but it was so difficult. His brown orbs were locked on me, sparkling just like I always remembered. Why did he have to be so beautiful?

I flinched as he moved to push my hair behind my ear, pulling away. Even though it was written in the script, he was not going to touch me. As I pulled back, I noticed something flashed in his eyes. What was that? Hurt? Anger?

Liam clenched his jaw once before getting back to the script. We ended a few minutes later, but there was still over thirty minutes left of class.

I returned to my seat, making sure to avoid Liam on the way. Things had just gotten considerably more awkward. As class dragged on, I felt his eyes on me, but every time I looked towards him, he jerked his head to the other side of the room. When the bell rang, I had never been more thankful.

Days passed and Liam and I fell into our awkward routine of watching each other but not speaking to each other. It was weird and I wanted to go back to the way we were before: hating each other. I liked being able to make fun of the horrid girls he was seen around with, making fun of his overall cluelessness.

It was only when John Lochridge had walked away from my locker something changed. I turned to see Liam standing next to my locker, towering above me.

“Hi, Kelley,” he crooned. I rolled my eyes and looked to get my books.

“What do you want, Liam?”

“Why do you think I want something? Can’t I just come and say hello?”