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

01

☼ ѕнow мe тнe world ☼

☾lιaм payne ☽

☼ 01 ☼

☾liam's pov ☽

The machine is beeping. It beeps along with the drum of her heart. Thankfully, it does not stop, and neither does her heart.

Her hair is the color of the Grand Canyon, and is sprawled out in wavy lengths all over the white pillow.

There are healing cuts all over her face, and her lips are just barely red any more.

I saved her. A car zoomed towards her, and I threw her out of the way. My mystery girl.

I phoned the police, and after, she was checked in at the hospital, unconscious, with shards of glass peaking out all over her fair skin.

Then she wasn't a mystery anymore. Or at least, her identity wasn't.

Indianna Ray Samuels, born March 14th, 1992, 21 years old. Orphan until adulthood. Works at a placed called Half-Price Books.

But she was still a mystery. She had a twist of daisies braided around her wrist and a white scar on her forehead.

I have to see her wake. I do not know what it is about her, but something in the terror in her eyes has woven itself in between my veins, and is now coursing in and out of my heart.

She almost looks completely serene, had it not been for the the cuts on her skin. Some long, other short. Thick, thin, deep, shallow.

What really, really makes me feel sad about her is that when you look at her wrists and the insides of her arms, you'll see that there are already slits. Just not on accident.

When she wakes, I want to be the first thing she sees, because before the accident, I was the last thing she saw. It sounds cheesy, but I'm big on symbolism, and that seems to have a good amount in it.

Because I'm not related to her, nor a close friend, I'm not allowed much information, but I can wait for her to wake up.

Her face mesmerizes me. Her cheekbones are mountains. Peaks of rocks with snow on top. She has but a few freckles. Maybe a dozen are so, but they are so perfectly spaced I cannot imagine more on her dewy white skin. Her Cupids bow rises and falls in crimson swoops.

I know I should not be thinking about how unnaturally enchanting she is, because I have a girlfriend, but I can't stop.

I want to know her. She hasn't moved in days, and I want her to wake up just so I can get to know her and the way hugging her feels and what her laugh sounds like.

I wait for a long time, and eventually fall asleep, but I am jostled awake at some point and there are doctors and nurses huddling over Indianna and one of them is trying to rush me out.

Everyone is bustling and I don't want to leave, I want to stay so bad, but I know that for her health, I must.

They have closed off the curtains in her room, so when I walk out, I cannot see what is happening.

I pace in front of her door. 5,367 steps until a nurse opens the door.

"She's lost her vision." She says, and as soon as she does, I hear faint sobbing in the background.

The pain hurts me so much it is like someone is literally grabbing my insides and tying them in knots. I could only imagine what she felt.

The crying becomes louder gradually, and it resounds again and again in my ears. It is haunting.

"It could be temporary, or permanent. The doctors are not exactly sure yet." She continues, and I do my best to nod.

I hope deep in my heart that it is only temporary.

When Indianna wakes up the next time, I am sitting in the chair in the corner of the room again.

I see her reach towards her wrist and rip off the braid of daises. She tears them all into shreds and tiny little pieces of frustration.

For a brief moment, I wonder when she will look at me, and then I realize she can't.

She can't see.

It takes me minutes to find my voice somewhere deep inside my throat.

"Indianna?" I ask hoarsely.

Her head turns to me sharply. Her eyes are not focused on me, but on the wall close to my shoulders.

"Who's there?" She sounds frightened, and I hate that I am scaring her.

"My name is Liam Payne. I was the one who rescued you when that car was about to hit you."

She doesn't say anything. Her eyes finally lock on me.

They are almond-shaped and the kind of green you can only find in the mossiest of trees. Her eyelashes are thin and the reddish color of her hair. I want nothing more than to stare into them forever.

"I have no idea what to say to you." She says maybe after ten or fifteen long minutes of dead silence.

"You don't have to." I tell her, and I mean it.

"I can't see." Her voice cracks.

"I know."

"Can I trust you?" She sounds as if any second she could burst into hysterical tears.

"Yes."

"Can you just come and hold my hand?"

"Yes."

I pick up my chair and set it down right at her side. I gently touch her fingers with mine, and she lays her palm open for me to grab. I make sure to hold it tight.

"Can you distract me? Even if it's just for a minute?"

It takes a second to come up with what to say.

"I'm from One Direction."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Oh."

"Do you not like us?" I ask, and I already feel slightly offended.

"Its not that, you've got great voices. I'm just not into bubblegum shit."

"What are you into?"

"Paramore, and Death Cab For Cutie. Stuff like that, you know?"

"Sorta."

"You should try listening to it sometime." 

"I will."

Suddenly, she looks like she's about to cry again, so I gently squeeze her fingers, to tell her I'm there. 

"Can you be here for me?" She asks softly.

I answer her with my voice steady.

"Yes." 

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 that was chapter 1 of show me the world! enjoy!

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superwoman