Chapter Five:
Liam's POV:
I couldn't believe she just told me all of that.
I couldn't believe she just ran out of here.
And I reallyy can't believe I'm still here letting the tears pour down my face instead of going after her.
I run out of the cafe looking for Paige. I almost didn't see her at first. She was huddled on the sidewalk towards the back of the parking lot. She looked broken and scared to death. I almost wasn't sure whether me making a move to comfort her would help her or hurt her, but I knew I couldn't just leave her sitting there all alone in some random parking lot. So whether Paige-whatever-her-last-name-is wants my help or not, she's getting it.
I run to her and swoop her up into my arms in one swift, solid motion. She jerked and screamed and even tried to kick me. If I didn't know about her past I might have been outraged and more than a little offended -I mean, I am Liam Payne of One Direction, how many girls would honestly try to get out of my arms in this position..exactly.
"Shh..calm down, love. It's okay. It's all going to be okay. It's just me; it's Liam. Okay? I'm going to put you in my car and take you to my flat. I'm opening the door now, so I need you to bend your head just a little so you don't hit it against the roof." I tried my best to soothe her as I carried her across the parking lot to my car.
The more I talked she seemed to calm down, so I just kept babbling.
I opened the door and like I asked her to she bent her head and gently I set her in the passenger seat and buckled her in before shutting the door and awkwardly doing an awkward run, walk, jog thing until I got to the drivers' side and was seated behind the wheel.
I started the car and the engine roared to life.
Before I pulled out of the parking lot I looked over at Paige and asked, "Do you want the radio on?"
"Sure." She replied; obviously not really caring one way or the other.
"What kind of music do you like?" I pushed.
Paige's POV:
"What kind of music do you like?"
How do you tell someone who's evidently borderline obsessed with music that you've never listened to music since your mother died. That you haven't been allowed to. That your mother loved music and for the first eight years of your llife you did too but when she died she seemed to take the music with her? How do you say that?
"Uhm..I guess I'm just not really a music person.." Maybe he'd let it go at that; I mean, surely he understands that not everyone is into music.
"C'mon, Paige, everyone's into music!" He whined.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't going to let this go.
"Look, Liam, I'm just not...." I started to speak but he cut me off.
"Paige, I don't want to hear it! Everyone loves music in some way! Just like everyone has at least one favorite song. Now, me being the reasonable guy I am, I am willing to let all of this go.." He said with a grin.
I sighed in relief. "Thank you."
"On one condition." Oh, here it comes. The big moment we've all been waiting for.
"What?"
"Tell me your favorite song, of course!" He chorused.
Okay, there is something seriously wrong with this lad if he thinks I have a favorite song; and even if I did -which I don't- why would I tell him? I mean, isn't that personal? I know it's not like I haven't told him every other aspect of my life, but I haven't ever shared music with anyone; not since my mother died..
"M-my favorite song?" I stammered. Please don't make me do this.
"Yes."
That's it? That's all he's going to say?
"Fine." I huffed. "But you have to promise you won't laugh."
He smiled. "I promise."
"I haven't really listened to much music since my mother died. It was like when she died the music went with her. My dad refused to let me listen to music or watch television anyway so even if I had wanted to I wouldn't have had much opportunity. But, there were a few times that it seems as if any time I'd turn on a radio or be in a car there always seemed to be the same song on. So I guess it would be my favorite song." I looked over at him and tears were in my eyes because of the disappointment I was about to bring him with my soon to come words. "I'm sorry, Liam, but I don't know the title of the song. I just know a few of the lyrics.."
He looked taken aback; as if he were shocked by my apologies literal sincerity. "Paige, don't be sorry. Sing me the lyrics. Maybe I can help you out.."
Sing them? Sing. the. lyrics.? SING THEM?!
"Uh..uhm..I can't sing."
"C'mon, Paige, don't be shy. We both knoow you're going to end up singing; so you might as well get it out of the way."
He did have a point.
I took a deep breath and he shot me an encouraging smile before he focused back on the road.
"Okay, it starts out something like....
You're insecure,
Don't know what for,
You're turning heads when you....
Something, something, something,
Being the way that you are is enough,
A lot of somethings....
You light up my world like nobody else,
Somethings,
You don't know you're beautiful...."
I stopped singing to look over at Liam. His face was plastered in a mixture of shock, excitement, surprise and utter happiness.
I am so confused....
