Falling on Glass (Liam Payne story)

Chapter 6

Sorry for the long wait guys! Between the school play, tennis and homework I have had very little time!:(

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I stood up against the wall peering out the window. Liam had left last night after numerous failed attempts to apologize and get me to come out of my room. A black van strolled down the street, slowing down while passing my apartment windows, then continuing. The vans and cars and dozens of teenage girls were pretty much gone. Did I dare even look on twitter? No. I will just keep doing my own thing. I'm not going to let some boy-band-wanna-be-guy mess with my life.

I jumped into the shower, letting the hot water trickle down my back. The radio was turned on, I was never comfortable showering quietly. For some reason, being in an apartment alone with no sound scared me. Like it was a horror movie scene. I rolled my eyes and sighed when the One Direction song What Makes You Beautiful came on. I could pick out Liam's voice from the rest of the boys and strangely enough I hummed along to the words. I listened closely to the words, usually I just listened and never really payed attention. The song was all about convincing girls across the world that they really are beautiful. Maybe Liam wasn't your typical boy band member that could pick up any chick he wanted. Maybe I really didn't know Liam.

Once I got out of the shower I brushed through my hair. I was shocked when there was knock at my door. I wrapped the towel around my body and started towards the door. I peered through the peephole and saw Jay standing in the hallway tapping her foot on the carpet floor. I twisted the knob and let her in. 

"Jeez! Some clothing would be much appreciated!" she teased. She tossed her jacket onto the back of the couch and plopped down into it, laying on her back. 

"Sorry I don't shower with clothes on!" I walked into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of underwear, yoga pants, a bra and a tank top and got changed in the bathroom. I sprayed mousse in my hair and let it wave out. 

"So what's up?" I asked Jay, sitting moving her legs and sitting beside her.

"Umm whats up with me? How about you?! You're all over twitter and tumblr! I keep seeing pictures of you and Liam. And I guess some insiders say that he was last seen leaving your apartment looking upset?! What is going on?" She sat with her elbows propped onto her knees, her chin cupped in her hands. 

I sighed and titled my head back, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Honestly, I don't know what is going on. We had...a moment, but I turned away. I don't know I just.. I don't want to be taken advantage of!"

She stared at me, then at the wall for a short period of time, then nodded. 

"Okay so how do you know he is taking advantage of you? Is he being aggressive with you? Did he yell at you? Have you two "done the dirty"?" She winked and air quoted at the last question. 

"I don't actually. I just feel like since he is in a boy band and he has millions of fans that are girls he thinks he can just have me. And no we haven't "done the dirty"." 

She laughed, "You see, I'm not into the whole musician-singer type. I mean he is like famous and somehow he entered your life, no offense. I mean maybe it was meant to be!" she playfully punched my arm then pulled out her cellphone. "I have to leave in 10 minutes, hair appointment. Thought I would stop down here to burn some time before-hand." 

I nodded. "I'm just confused."

"Well be careful! There are weird rumors about you two! And I'm sorry but what the hell is a Fiam?" she squinted her eyes, lost in thought.

"I guess it's our couple name. Ya know, Faith, Liam...Fiam. Some of his fans made it up and it's pretty popular now."

She let out a loud laugh and stood up shaking her head. 

"Oh boy Faith! Seriously be careful! If any hormonal teenage girls stop by here and question you, invite me over so I can video record it! I'm out, thanks for letting me chill here for a couple minutes!" And she shut the door behind her.

My head whirled with thoughts. I needed someone else to talk to about this. Someone who will give me all the answers I need. Someone who will give me all the time I need. Someone who can be completely honest with me. I knew the right person for the job.

I grabbed my cell phone and started a text message.

To: Liam

I need you.

-Faith