show me the world // l.p. // on hold

ѕнow мe тнe world

 ☼ ѕнow мe тнe world ☼

☾lιaм payne ☽

☼ prologue ☼

☾ιndιe'ѕ pov ☽

Everything is clear. I am seeing things in such clarity, it is hard to take in.

My hair is long and the reddish brown of rust, it is gently rustling in the breeze. The ends are naturally lighter, and are a much brighter, orange color. One lock is much longer than all of the others, and I make a mental note to cut it later.

My feet are making soft thumps against the gray concrete of the sidewalk. The shoes I'm wearing are at least two sizes small, and are irritating my ankles, leaving red marks around my feet. But they are my favorite.

My sweater is the color of moss, like my eyes, and is oversized. The big holes in the cashmere pattern bare my pale stomach, and you can easily see my lacy bra, stark and black against my flesh.

I am not ashamed of this. Humans are beautiful, wonderful creatures. The ability to show off our bodies is a blessing. Too many people are letting their beauty waste away behind buttoned tops and long skirts.

The breeze is blowing unevenly on my skin, and I want so bad to take off my sweater and let the wind encircle my body the way it wants, but I don't.

Normal people, unfortunately, do not approve of public stripping.

Someone walking next to me opens a door into a small shop and the bell at the door tinkles.

My denim shorts, which I forgot to put a belt on, have fallen off on one hip and I let it hang. It reveals my underwear strap, and as I look down at my body, I realize I like it.

I even inch it lower. I am proud of my body, so why not flaunt it?

As the wind grows, so does my urge to stand bare-skinned and beautiful along with nature. But then it dies down, and I am disappointed.

The sky is cloudless. It is just sun. It is not too hot, however. It is cool and bright, and my skin is glowing under the rays of light.

The street is not crowded. Cars are driving past, and there are a number of people, but not much, which is what I enjoy about this place.

I pull out my lip stain, a bright and sultry red, and reapply it on my lips. As I tuck it in my bag however, so many things happen all at once.

There are loud noises, a car's screeching wheels, and even a scream. It is all going on too fast for me to process.

Suddenly, I am thrown by someone's body and he is the last thing I see.

I can feel his fingers gripping my shoulders. His eyes are large and such a warm, nice chocolate color. His eyebrows are thick and bushy, and a shade or two darker than his hair, which looks soft and brown. His lips are full and pouty, and he is breathing heavily.

His breath is fanning on my face. He looks so panicked, and the emotion has reached his eyes.

I am lost into them, and then everything turns to nothing.

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so, hey there, everybody! it's lissy here. super stoked to start my new liam payne fanfic! it's gonna be a lot different than everything i've written, as all of it will be written in liam's point of view after this prologue.

enjoy!

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lissy