Moments- A Liam Payne Fan Fiction

Five

AN: Guys! So sorry that it's been such a long time since an update but nobody has been bothering us for one! PLEASE give us feedback! Gah! This is so frusterating. Oh and for this chapter you might wanna get some tissues! Peace and love ma niggs <3

 

“Hello and welcome back to a very exciting and very tense x-factor finale. The phone lines have been frozen, and I’m about to announce the two acts that will go through and the one act that will finish in third place. So let’s welcome back the finalists and their judges.”

“Ok. Here it goes. The public have voted and I’m about to reveal which two acts have received the most votes and will compete head to head for the X-Factor title, and which act has received the least votes, finish third and will be leaving the competition. Good luck to everyone.”

My heart was racing, this was it. This night determined our future, I felt like I wanted to cry and throw up at the same time. The room was filled with nervous anticipation, everyone’s nerves were frazzled.

“In no particular order, the first act through to the next stage of the final is…Matt!”

My head swiveled in Matt’s direction as I clapped for him. Bottom two, I felt like I couldn’t control my breathing. I bounced on my toes to try to calm myself. Damn this was intense.

“Congratulations Matt, we’ll see you shortly. So, One Direction and Rebecca, one of you has made it into the top two, and one of you has received the fewest votes and is out of the competition.”

I swear he did this on purpose. Everyone in the room knew the details; did he want me to throw up?

“This is it. The second act still in the finale is… Rebecca!”

My stomach dropped to my knees, I couldn’t believe it. This was the end.

The rest of the show passed in a blur, Matt ended up winning and we were all ecstatic for him. But we couldn’t keep our own hearts from shattering, we had made it so far in the competition only for it to have gotten ripped out from under our feet.

Once we stepped out of our dressing room Simons assistant was there, ushering us to Simon’s dressing room. Our minds were scattered, what was going on now? Could this night get even worse?

“Simon, what’s going on?” Harry looked around; the confusion was clear on his face. We all stood close, preparing ourselves for the inevitable disappointment. I patted Zayns shoulder comfortingly, trying to comfort myself in the process.

“Tonight was extremely disappointing, trust me, I felt it. I was positive you boys would win. Maybe it’s better that you didn’t, because now your contracts aren’t tied in with the show, they’re tied in with me.”

 My heart stopped, “What?” I breathed. My mind began racing as all the possibilities ran through my head.

“I’m signing One Direction to my label. My lawyers are drawing up the contracts as we speak.” Simon’s face broke into a huge grin and I felt like my heart burst.

The room erupted in shouts and laughter and even some tears, I couldn’t believe this; I thought the journey was over but in truth, it had only just begun. I had four of the best friends I could ever ask for and now I would get to live my dream.

By the time we had finalized our plans and left the studio, it was past 11. Louis and Zayn had made the last minute decision to go to the finale party and the rest of us had agreed, heck. We had a reason to celebrate and that’s just what we were going to do.

The club where the party was being held was packed, bodies were grinding on the floor and drinks were getting downed at an incredible pace. Louis grabbed Zayn and Harry’s arms pulling them to the bar. Niall had spotted someone he wanted to talk to and I was left alone. Wow. I looked around the room and spotted an empty table along the wall.

Settling down in the booth I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my twitter, deciding at last minute to post something.

Real_Liam_Payne: Thank  u to everyone that voted! Tough break but this isn’t the end! xx

Smiling, I decided to post another tweet to her. Real_Liam_Payne: @corcor78 I love you baby. Thank you for being my rock. I’ll see you soon! : ) xxxx

It had been a wild hour at the club, I ordered a couple beers but I wanted to stay sober. The boys were having a wonderful time, each of them chatting up girls and dancing. I laughed as I watched some of their not so smooth moves play out.

I was watching drunk off his ass Harry make a move on a girl with too short of a skirt and too bright lipstick when my phone started buzzing in my pocket. Checking the caller my heart came short of stopping. It was my mom, why was she calling at midnight? I quickly moved out of the club into the cool night air and answered the call.

“Mom?” My heart was racing, it didn’t even feel like it was in my chest anymore, my throat was a more accurate guess.

“Liam. It’s Cora, she-“ My mom started to sob, and at that point I knew. I knew what she was going to say. “Liam, baby, I’m so sorry.” Her sobs were echoing around in my head and I suddenly felt dizzy.

“When?” I croaked out. I needed to know when.

“About an hour ago, her parents just called. They didn’t want to tell you until tomorrow, but I had to. Liam baby. Come home.” My mother pleaded gently with me. She knew exactly what I needed, a mothers loving touch.

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll come home tomorrow. I love you mom.”

“I love you too, Liam. And baby, I’m so sorry.” Her voice broke again and I hung up.

Leaning back against the cool brick wall I stared up at the stars and clenched my jaw. She was gone. Around the time we walked into the club she was leaving this earth, and my life. I should have been with her. “GOD! I’m such a fucking idiot!” I shouted as I punched the wall. Then my eyes filled up with unshed tears, I slid down the wall, trying to hold on as tight as I could. I didn’t want to let go. Not yet, she was my baby. It felt like my heart was getting ripped in half and the pain was unbearable. My sobs of anguish filled the air, no one around to listen but the stars. I felt numb. Like everything left my body, all I knew was this HAD to have been a cruel joke. Cora was still here, sleeping in her hospital bed. The chemo and the drugs working magic and curing the incurable. I’d go home tomorrow and drive up to the hospital immediately; I’d bring her flowers and tell her I loved her. But deep down inside I knew. I knew she was gone, and she wasn’t coming back.

“Liam? Liam?” I heard the unmistakable thick Irish accent of my mate Niall, but I didn’t respond. He must have spotted me because I could hear his footsteps closing in, I didn’t look his way. “Liam, mate? Are you drunk?”

I shook my head slightly, the emotion looming over me like a thunderstorm, threatening to wreak havoc. “Liam? What’s up?” His worried face was examining me now, trying to calculate my expression and put it in the appropriate category. “Awh man, is it Cora? What happened?” He was defiantly worried now. He moved to sit down beside me as I tried to choke down my emotions. It didn’t work, that looming thunderstorm struck with full force as I broke down and came undone.

I was sure Niall didn’t need any explaining now, and by the way he pulled out his phone, called the driver and texted the boys; he knew it was time to go too.

“Liam. It’s all going to be alright.” Niall’s hand rubbed my back gently. 

But no matter how much sympathy was in his voice, how much everyone else thought it’d be alright; it wasn’t alright and nobody saw that but me.