Falling on Glass (Liam Payne story)

Chapter 1

My alarm sounded, blasting the radio throughout my bedroom. Luckily, this morning's song that decided to play was a soft tune from Bruno Mars and not a loud, rock song. I layed in my bed for a couple of minutes, letting my body absorb the warmth for a couple of minutes untill getting up. I pushed the blankets off of me and sat up, flipping my legs to the other side of the bed. My cold feet touched the floor and I started to my dresser. I grabbed a pair of black, workout shorts, a tank top and a towel. I slid my feet into a pair of sandals and grabbed my duffell bag. 

I brushed through my wavy, brown hair and wrapped it up into a slick ponytail. Before I left to workout, I ate a bagel and made a fruit smoothie and then headed out. 

The gym wasn't too full like always, a couple people lifting weights, some people running on treadmills, some people on elypticals. Two guys, teenagers, stood in front of the mirror-wall (a wall with a giant mirror on it), lifting weights and watching in evy as their perfectly toned muscled flexed. They competed to see who could lift more even though they looked as if they were going to strain themselves, they did it anyways.

Boys confused me like that, you fall in love with them, they get all mushy gushy then next thing you know they ignore you, don't return your calls, everything gets suspicious and long story short? You end up heartbroken. But that never stops me, I live in denial. When a guy starts to space himself from me I always just say that maybe he is sick and doesn't want to get me sick! Or maybe it's me that's doing the spacing out!

I started up the treadmill and began to jog a nice steady pace. Over the loud speaker, the radio played like always. A couple teenage girls, 16 years old probably, were in the corner using exercise balls, they would just about scream everytime a song came on, yelling "This is like my favorite song oh my God!". And the song they would do it to the most? What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. I personally didn't like that song, sure the lyrics were nice but their voices bugged me. 

And what do ya know, that song played. Everyone flinched when abrupt screeches shook their way out of their mouths, yelling the lyrics to the song as loud as they could. Dear God. I slipped my headphones in my ears and turned on Pandora, trying to tune out the obnoxious teenagers. What made it worse? One Direction was going to be in my hometown in a couple of days for a "Meet and Greet". Pretty much they all sat at a table and you can come up, get them to sign something, maybe snap a few pics, then you leave. You will remember that moment for the rest of your life, but they probably won't remember you. 

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DAY OF M&G

Living on an apartment on main street sucked on days like these. Traffic was everywhere, teenagers were screaming and sprinting down the sidewalks, black vans swarming the streets. It would be impossible to do anything today. The building the Meet and Greet was being held in was just down the road from me, a long line of girls sat up against the wall in sleeping bags, lawn chairs, some just sitting. 

Well I had to do something today, so I threw my stuff together and headed to the gym. Once I got their I headed up to the second level like always and by surprise a huge crowd wrapped around the walls. Reaching for the door handle my hand was tugged away by a large black man in a suit. "Sorry ma'am, gym is closed today." I could barely hear his low voice over the screaming girls everywhere, slamming their fists against the glass windows. 

"I'm a member, what;s going on?" I shouted to him.

" The gym is reserved for a couple of young lads, One Direction, pumping themselves up for a Meet and Greet later." he shouted back to me, pointing at the window. I peered in, there they were. Five boys that millions of girls around the world would die to meet. I only knew their names because of twitter and my little sister, Kate. There was Harry, I could see him. He wore a tight white shirt and black shorts, he was lifting weights. There was Zayn, I could barely see him, he was standing with Niall, Niall was in front of him in a white tank top and shorts. Louis was also lifting, a black tank top and shorts, his brown hair was perfection. And there was Liam. I always found Liam extremely attractive. His brown hair collecting at the front, pointing into a fohawk/quiff, it was great. He sat lifting weights, his biceps flexing, veins popping out of his skin after each curl. 

"Listen, if you can't tell already, I'm not a crazed fan, please let me in, I will work in in silence and I will leave them completely alone." I pleaded, I could care less if they were in there or not.

"But if I let you in, I will have to let all the other girls in." he said.

"Ugh, just let me in!" I shouted. I pulled my membership card out of my duffel bag and showed it to him. He swung the door open and allowed me to enter the room. Each boy stopped what they were doing and locked their focus on me. 

"Hello love, who are you?" Liam said. 

"Umm, hi I'm Faith. I'm not trying to disturb you, I just really need to work out." I said, my voice wavered. How are you supposed to talk to a celebrity?

"That's fine!" Niall said, his Irish accent swirled around the room, causing a cheeky giggle to escape my mouth. 

"Faith." Liam said under his breath, then nodded. I laughed and began my run on the treadmill.

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When I was finished, the boys were just getting ready to leave. I thought of my little sister Kate, how she would kill me if I didn't get their autographs. "Hey wait up!" I said, they stopped. Smiling they walked over to me. 

"My sister, Kate, huge fan. She would kill me if I didn't get your autographs. Do you mind?" I said, I always had a notebook in my duffel bag to write down progress. I tore a couple pages out and grabbed a pen. They walked over to the table in the corner, Louis jumped up and sat right on top of it. 

I handed them each a peice of paper, "So Kate, K-A-T-E? How old is she?" Harry asked, his deep, British voice was very attractive. 

"She's 13." I said.

They scribbled their signatures onto the papers.

Liam's brown eyes were glued to the paper. He was writing what seemed to be a little side note. "So are you a fan?" he asked me.

"Not really. Sorry." I let out a short laugh but none of them laughed back.

"Huh, I bet I could change that!" Louis shouted laughing, they all chuckled but Liam's eyes stayed glued on me. 

"Why don't you stop by the Meet and Greet tonight?" Zayn asked me.

"So I can sit in a room with screaming teenagers for hours? I'll pass."

Liam let out a soft chuckle. He tore a corner of the paper off and wrote on it. They all stood up, handing me their papers, each paper had 5 signatures on it. 

"Well it was nice meeting you...Faith? Yeah nice meeting you. Hope to see you there!" Louis said. They filed out of the room, brushing past my jacket. Just at that moment I felt a hand drop something in my pocket. As they left the room and the security guards rushed them out, a reached into my pocket, pulling our a folded up note. 

"Hey Faith. Come to the meet and greet tonight. I know you're not a fan of the band but I think you're a pretty chill girl. Try to be the very last person in line so we can talk more. I'll be expecting you! Don't let be down love! -Liam xx"

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So since I manage 2 stories now, updating is going to be a pain in the butt! Please vote, comment and share and let me know what you think! I will update asap. Also there is a picture of Faith on the side! <3

-Kristen xoxo