Falling on Glass (Liam Payne story)

Chapter 7

As soon as the text sent I longed to snatch it back. The text was out there. Liam knew now that he had complete control over me. He knew that I would need him.

Minutes passed and no reply. I paced around the apartment, phone-in-hand waiting for a text or call from him. I yanked the curtains open, peering out the window, hoping to see the familiar brown haired, big muscled boy walking to my apartment or parking his car outside. But nope. Nothing. He was probably at another album signing in the town or rehersal or something. 

Or maybe he was on a date. With a long haired, blond girl with a thigh gap and a flat tummy and big boobs and just pure perfection. I always pictured him as that boy in high school that with the flip of it Justin Bieber hair, could lure in any girl he wanted. Like a kid in a candy shop pointing to the biggest jawbreaker in the back and saying "I want that one!" Just with girls.

I don't even feel like myself right now. I don't let people take advantage of me. 

What is happening to me?

Maybe it was the fact that I barely know Liam. I know literally nothing about him except that he is in a world famous boyband and some how ended up at my door. A little Internet could help with this. I slid my laptop into my arms and walked to my bedroom. I plopped down onto my bed and opened my laptop. After a couple seconds of starting up, I opened up Google Chrome. 

"Liam Payne Facts" I typed into the search bar. A whole list of links popped up, I clicked on one.

"Liam Payne was born with one kidney, he was born dead."

"Liam Payne used to skip school because he was bullied so bad."

"Liam has a strange fear of spoons!"

"Liam often logs onto twitter to update his fans where he is and usually follows and replies to a couple!"

Spoons? Weird. This was so new to me. All of these random facts made me really question what Liam was like. He was bullied, he wasn't a chick magnet, he was an outsider. I scrolled through more pages but most facts were just repeated.

I didn't realize that I was crying until my vision was completely blurred. I wiped my eyes with the backs of my hands and choked out a sob. How could I be so heartless? I judged him completely wrong, assuming he was some man whore that took advantage of girls like me. I buried my face into my pillow and pushed my laptop to the end of my bed. I pulled the comforter up over my head and cried into the pillow. 

*

A knock at the door woke me up.

"Go away!" I shouted from under the blanket. 

"I thought you needed me." That familiar voice hummed as the door crept open.