Fall (Mysterious Liam Payne)

Part 3

I couldn't really sleep at night thinking about him. In the morning I just thought to myself 'Thank you lord for Saturday' I was planning on an average Saturday, which meant going to the coffee shop sit by the window and reading books. I don’t know why but I thought only books understood me and that was the only way to escape the real world. So I got out of bed slipped one some skinny jeans, my Oasis shirt and chuck Taylors. Before going out the door I grabbed my bag and swung on my hoodie, my hair was in a messy ponytail and I was ready to go. When I opened the door I possibly had the biggest mini heart attack of my life. It was him the guy from yesterday. Still with his irritating half smile stuck on his face and again speaking the same deep voice.

“Sorry for scaring you,” I just ignored him walking out the door walking past him I could hear that chuckle of his again as he followed me 

“At least let me sit next to you at the café today,”

“Sure,” I huffed not turning around to face him. When we go there I took my seat near the window, him sitting opposite to me again as I took my book out and started to read I could feel his gaze on me he stared at me like that at least 10 minutes straight. When I picked my head up from the book I looked at him and asked the question that wasn’t leaving my head all night

“Can I ask you, what’s your name?” He looked at me again his smile extended just a little answering

“Why do you want to know?”

“You see I want and need to solve you and who you are and I can’t without knowing your name. It’s like trying to do a puzzle piece without the picture at the front of the box,”

“Liam James Payne.” His simple but I have to admit tense and effective

“Such an innocent name for such a rough self-centered guy,” I answered so quietly it was nearly a whisper.

“Why a rough self-centered guy though?” 

“Instincts,”

“Instincts? What do you mean by that?” 

“Well you know by the 5 seconds of meeting someone your instincts tell you what the person is like, My instincts told me you’re a rough self-centered guy.” He chuckled and slightly shook his head

“Well your instincts are pretty wrong, because the word is ‘protective’.” 

“What did your instincts say about me?” I smiled at him(for real) at the first time, but it wasn’t my full smile and I don’t remember when I fully smiled.

“My instincts told me that you are an innocent girl who’s afraid to be hurt,” I really didn’t want to admit it but he was right very right the problem was I was already hurt.