Secret Love

1.

I was so happy to finally be getting home. I've been working at this clothing store since the first year I moved to England to live with my aunt Julia. I got accepted at Oxford.

And I just needed a change after my parents decided that they were getting a divorce and me, being the only child. I got put in the middle of them, having to decide on who I wanted to stay with. You know. When I came home for Christmas or something.

So I wanted to distract myself from that and work on becoming a teacher and majoring in English Literature. And besides, I've always loved my aunt Julia. When I was little I'd always be super excited when we took family trips to visit her.

So when my parents got a divorce, and since I was 18 I called her and she arranged a flight for me and I left a couple weeks later, and never looked back on my decision since. I'm still in contact with my parents. But I decided on not going back home.

Since it was a nice summer day, I didn't take my car to work. So I had to walk home, which I didn't mind.

I was on my way, walking past a little bakery, the smell of fresh bread and pastries hitting me. I decided to stop by and get Aunt Julia a slice of chocolate cake.

I had just left the bakery, struggling slightly to get my bag's zipper open, as I walked slightly past the ally way that had been between the bakery and a couple houses. When I suddenly bumped into a tall figure, the impact hitting me so hard, I fell on my butt and the slice of cake I'd bought for Aunt Julia had fallen.

I had barely looked up, before I began cursing:

F-fuck. C-can't you watch where you're going!? I said in annoyance as I slowly began getting up, with the help from two, quite strong hands gripping onto my left arm.

I-I'm really sorry. He said. He's gorgeous British accent hitting me. I'd been living with aunt Julia for 3 years now, and I was still surprised by the sound of he's voice.

Before I could say anything and pick up what had fallen slightly out my bag, I heard some yelling and screaming coming from around the corner.

I still hadn't even looked at the guy that had bumped into me.

I quickly scrambled for my things and he bent down helping me quickly with some of my things.

I had yet to discover who had bumped into me.
I slightly got distracted by watching he's hands, as he helped me.

I noticed that he had exactly the same phone I did. An Iphone 6 and it was the same colour too. Gold.

He quickly became impatient as the sounds of the yelling and screaming drew closer toward us.

He basically threw my scattered belongings into my bag, picking up he's phone, (that actually had fallen next to mine, both screens facing down) and pulled me up, gripping me slightly by torso, dragging me to a dark part of it and pulled me up against the wall in the ally way.

He pressed me firmly against the wall, cupping my mouth with he's right hand. Still holding onto my torso a bit, Our bodies pressed firmly against one another. And our eyes starring deep at one another. I should've felt scared, but I wasn't. And why hadn't I been? For all I know this guy could be some weirdo, who could rape me right here, right now. But I didn't feel like that with him. Although I didn't know him, and still couldn't make out who he was (because of the darkness he'd pulled me into) I could see it in he's gentle eyes that starred back into mine.

I snapped out of my daze, still. I wanted to know what the hell was going on and squirmed under he's tight grip that he had on me. I mumbled under he's hand:

W-what the hell!? In frustration
He released he's hand slowly and brought he's index finger up to my lips "shhing" me, in a sign of telling me to be quiet.

Just then a crowd of screaming teenage girls and men with cameras ran pass. He slightly got nervous. Pulling me deeper into the darkness of a corner in the ally. Holding my body tightly to he's. My hands rested on he's chest, my head turned (like he's) toward the crowd of people running by.

But why? I thought. Who was he?

But then it hit me! It was because of him. I looked up trying to make out, in the darkness who he was.

And immediately I recognized the stranger that had bumped into me. It was, of all people. Liam Payne