“Oh my God, Liam, that’s definitely not how you spell nostalgia.”
Liam paused, put his pencil down and jutted his chin out. “I wasn’t trying to write that.”
“What where you trying to write, then?” I demanded, tugging his paper from under his hands. “Is this even in English?”
Liam huffed. “Maybe.”
Chapter One: Nostalgia
I remember exactly where I was, sipping a can of some foul-tasting flat soda, remote tossed carelessly on the bed as I flipped through my magazine. A rerun of Family Guy was flickering in the background and Stewie was making some sick joke that was highly inappropriate and equal parts funny.
It was around the time when the prerecorded laughter was dying down that my door swung back erratically, ricocheting off the wall and rattling on its hinges.
My best friend stood before me, blonde hair whipped around her ditzy head, pink cheeks and chest heaving as her blue eyes widened, newly manicured fingers clutching the edges of her sleek iPhone.
"May I help you, Abbie?" I asked after a second, swigging another sip of my flat Coke. It definitely was not practical to leave open sodas on my desk overnight.
My best friend continued to huff, baby blues bugging off of her face and I sighed, shaking my head.
She was such a ditz. She was exactly what'd you call a 'dumb blonde'. "Abbie, what is it?"
Abbie's eyes snapped to me from where they originally were glued to my nauseating pastel, chalky pink wall. "Liam's back."
I hummed at her, nodding and flipping the page on my magazine. "That's great."
"No, no, not that Liam, not the one who works at that Starbucks."
I raised my brows, sipping my slightly warm and gross soda. "Who, then?" There was only one other Liam that I had known in my life, one that I had fallen in love with.
One that absolutely hated my existence.
"Liam is back, Ali," my best friend told me again, biting her lip and easing herself from my doorway. Her eyes took a fleeting glance toward the house next door, the Payne's, and she pinched the bridge of her nose. "One Direction is staying at Liam's house for awhile."
I could feel my blood run cold; my gross soda suddenly seemed a lot more interesting, and I desperately wanted the warm liquid seeping down my dry throat, preventing me from thinking.
But my hand couldn't move, and I was frozen.
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Twenty-Two ➳ l.p.
Fanfiction'"At least you're not the girl who rejected Liam Payne 22 times." Except I was.' Everybody has that one guy; the one that got away. But not everybody can say that it's Liam Payne, and not everybody can say that he's back after three years, and...
