Falling on Glass (Liam Payne story)

Chapter 3

I quickly snagged my phone off the counter and shoved it in my back pocket. Jay gave me a weird look, "What the heck?".

"Nothing! It's on low battery and the constant reminder is bugging me," i let out a nervous laugh, "So yeah. Uhh I'm going to my..room." I shuffled my way out of the kitchen and when I was out of Jay's view, I yanked the phone out of my pocket. I walked quickly to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me and practically tripping over the scattered laundry on my floor. I stared at the message. I couldn't reply, I couldn't let him control me like this.

Jay knocked on the door, "Hey I'm gonna head out, I have a lot to do today. See ya." 

Her footsteps pattered down the hard wood floors. The sound of the door opening was in the distance, then it shut. I was alone.

I opened my bedroom door, stepping into my living room. I paced, what do I say? I was not going to talk to some boy band, wanna be, mediocre, boy that can get any girl to fall for him just with the wink of an eye. If he thought I was another fan that would soon fall in love with him in no time, he was wrong. I texted back what anyone else that had received a text from someone they didn't know, 

Who is this?

Not even a minute passed before my phone vibrated in my hand.

Liam:

Don't be silly, you know exactly who this is. 

Maybe I didn't think that plan through clearly, I felt ridiculous now.

Oh yeah sorry.   I replied.

I plopped down onto my couch, reaching for the remote. I turned on the TV and immediately turned the volume almost all the way down. It was something that I always did to not feel so alone. I stretched my legs out and pulled a pillow under my head. I stared at the ceiling, what have I gotten myself into? My eyes fell back onto my phone as it buzzed in my hand.

Liam:

Haha, no problem. I'm going to a party tonight, you're coming as my date, wear something pretty. What's your apartment number?

What? I was full of rage, he thought he could just force me to go to a party with him. When a guy wants you to go to a party with him it's pretty much go, get wasted or drugged, have scandalous sex in a guest room, awkwardly wake up next to some stranger, and leave, completely humiliated.

No thanks, I have stuff to do today.  

I tossed my phone onto the couch cushion and stood up. I let out a deep, angry, sigh and walked to the fridge. I grabbed the container of orange juice and set it on the counter. I opened the cupboard and pulled out a glass and filled it full of orange juice. Then set the orange juice back into the fridge. I walked back over to the couch just as my phone screen lit up and buzzed.

Liam:

You're an awful liar. Apartment 4b? I'll be over at 7. And don't worry I'm not a creep, your friend told me.

Well the only person I ever really talk to is Jay so she must've told him somehow. I was not going to that party. I decided that while I was doing absolutely nothing, I could check twitter.

My eyes darted open when I noticed I had gained 129,801 followers. I checked my mentions, a long list of pictures of me and Liam filled the page. At the gym, at the M&G, even pictures of Liam kissing my neck. 

"I LOVE FIAM SO MUCH!" one girl tweeted, tagging me and Liam.

"Faith can go die for all I care. Liam is my husband, #FaithAndLiam" Another tweet.

"Faith please follow me I love you so much!" someone else tweeted, how could some people love me and some hate me? I didn't even know these people or how these pictures got on twitter!

I had to sort this out some how. 

"Nothing is going on between me and Liam. Thanks for the creativity though." I tweeted, then shoved my phone back into my pocket. I'm not going to this party. More pictures would be posted, more random hate and love from people I don't know. More Fiam.

**

6:45 rolled around and there was a slight pounding at my door. I felt kind of bad opening the door to a clean-shaved, cleaned up, dressed up,  Liam Payne. He wore a dark pair of jeans and a blue and white flannel with a white shirt underneath. 

"I told you to get dressed up, if you wear that then you might get called a scum." he said laughing. I looked down at I was wearing, I never even got dressed. I wore a pair of jeans and a baggy t shirt that fell off one of my shoulders. 

"I'm not going, I told you I have..plans." I said, trying to stay serious.

"And I told you, you're an awful liar!" He said, flashing his shiny white teeth into a wide grin. 

Before I could shut the door he bent over, grabbing the backs of my legs and throwing me over his shoulder. He shut the door with his foot and carried my throughout my apartment. I slammed my fists on his back, "Let me down! I'm not going with you!" I shouted but the muscles in his back practically laughed at me as he never even flinched. He quickly found my bedroom, the door was wide open. I dropped me softly down onto my bed, then shut the door behind him. He strolled over to my closet. He scanned the clothes, pushing them back as he looked at them. After a couple of minutes of this he tossed me my light blue dress that cinched at the waist with a skinny brown belt. The top of the dress was a V neck and was actually one of my favorite dresses.

"Here put this on, I'll wait for you in your living room."

**

After a lot of thinking I surrendered and decided to go. Along with the dress that Liam picked out, a grabbed a pair of sandals with a white strap and a necklace. I stepped out of the room, before Liam could notice me, I slipped into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, put deodorant on and applied mascara and eyeliner. I then spritzed some perfume onto my neck and dress and stepped out of the room. Liam stood up from the couch, dusting himself off then walking over to me. 

"You look fantastic, they will love you!" He said scanning me up and down.

"They?" I said, was he talking about the other 4 lads, because I had already met them. 

**

We walked out to Liam's car. A white hummer, the ultimate cocky boy-mobile. He opened the door for me and helped me up into the leather seats. He then slammed the door shut and walked to the drivers side. I buckled my seat belt, the leather seats rubbed my legs, making them cold. He crawled up into the hummer and shut the door. Locking the doors and starting the car we left. I folded my hands together and set them in my lap. I peered out the window watching teh scenery change from my small neighborhood to the city. We pulled up to a medium sized building, flashing lights lit up the windows and music pounded from the house. A red velvet rope and a group of large men in black security jackets separated a crazed group of screaming girls from the door. We got out of the car and stepped onto the pavement. Liam wrapped a protective arm around my side and guided me to the door. 

We stopped on the way there, fans wanted pictures with Liam. It was actually kind of comforting seeing the passion he has for his fans. He snapped pictures, kissed cheeks, signed phone cases and t shirts. It was really heart warming when he knelt down beside a young girl that looked about 4 years old and signed her teddy bear. She squeezed it close to her chest and turned to her mom, smiling. "Faith!!!" a couple of girls shouted waving to get my attention. "FIAM!" another girl shouted and a group of girls around her cheered. I waved back and laughed. Liam then turned his attention back to me. 

"Sorry about th-" he started

"No don't be, they're your fans. It's actually pretty..." my voice trailed off, "..nice." 

I smiled at him and he smiled back. He grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers together and led me through the door.