CONVERSE || A Liam Payne Fanfiction

Chapter 4: Lock Down, Locked Out

***Liam's POV***

I carry her out of the hospital and to the car, managing to only be grabbed twice. The cameras flashing in my face, the people screaming my name, that doesn't exactly help me get to the car. I put her down into the front passenger seat and push my way around to get to the drivers side.

"Liam, thank you for taking me." She says in a somewhat slurred voice. I turn my head for a second to realize that she is half asleep.

"Anytime, love." I reply with a smile on my face. I drive, silently the rest of the way home as I listen to her steady breathing.

We arrive at the house to find Louis and Jane out front waiting. I step out of the car and walk around to get Mia from the passenger seat. I pick her up gently, being careful not to hit her head on the roof of the car. I begin to walk towards the house when her breathing turns faster and faster. She rolls over while I'm carrying her, and wraps her small arms around my neck and scapula. I hear Louis and Jane giggle as I carry her inside to the couch.

Louis shows Jane to another couch in the back room, and then goes to bed. However, I wait up. I sit against the couch, wondering if Mia will wake up soon. My eye lids begin to feel heavy, but instead of falling asleep, I go to grab a blanket from up stairs. When I walk back downstairs, I notice that Mia is in a ball, shivering. Instead of using the blanket for myself, I decide that I should just give it to her instead. 

Her breathing stays the same. Her shoulders move up and down slowly, though steadily. Her small fingers twitch every once in a while. She seemed so... Peaceful. I place the blanket over her when I feel a pull on my hand. I decide not to let go. I don't know what's going through my mind, but I feel like I shouldn't.

I sit down on the floor again and lean back on the couch. I begin to doze off again, though this time I let it happen.

~~~Mia's POV~~~

I wake up on a purple couch under a white fuzzy blanket, while holding Liam's hand. Something is definitely not right.

"Liam, wake up." I say quietly.

"What?" He rubs his eyes with his left hand, the right still entwined with mine. He looks down and instantly lets go, blushing at the fact. I get up and stretch as he stands next to me.

"So, how's the princess?" Louis asks me as I begin to walk around, Liam following. I turn to look at Liam and then back at Louis.

"Are you going to tell her, or shall I?" Louis asked again sarcastically. I can imagine that I probably have a confused look on my face.

"Oh hey. It was so funny watching Liam carry you in last night. You looked like you were a princess... Not anymore apparently..." Jane sneered as she walked into the living room.

"Jane! I wanted to tell her." Louis whined from the top of the stairs. I began blushing uncontrollably and walked into what I assumed was the kitchen. Zayn was already in there, shirtless, making eggs.

"Why do you have your shirt off?" I asked. He chuckled and continued making eggs.

"The real question is why do you have yours on?" He asked me as he turned around and winked at me. I feel my face turn redder.

"Here's a real question for you. Why were you holding hands with Liam last night? You were both asleep but your fingers were interlocked and you looked like a real couple." Niall walked in, heading straight for the fridge. My face turned as red as it could before I snapped.

"Liam, where's the bathroom?" I ask turning on my heel.

"Down the hall and then it's the first door on your right." He replied confidently. I begin to walk, bump into the Liam and get so mad, that I start to fast walk. When I get into the bathroom, I turn on the water and rub my face with it. I needed to wake up to reality because one, dreams aren't real and I'm probably in a lot of trouble for sleeping half the day, and two, this dream sucks. They're my least favorite band with some of my least favorite people in my least favorite country. Who am I kidding? England? Like seriously? I don't want to be offensive, but tea and crackers and boy bands? What kind of culture is this? I'm in way too deep and I can't seem to get my self out of this pit that somehow I've fallen into. I don't like it here one bit. I just want to go home, watch 'The Breakfast Club' and get back to my normal summer routine of going to the beach, getting tan and then spending all night partying with friends.