Moments- A Liam Payne Fan Fiction

Ten

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“It feel so good to be back here,” Zayn flopped down on the leather couch in the studio, stretching his legs out and putting his arms behind his head, “It’s been way too long.”

We all nodded in agreement, too buzzed to really respond to him. It was always like this when we recorded, the room full of an almost tangible fizzy-ness at our excitement. We loved it so much, recording the music for the people that supported us through thick and thin.

“So, things are getting pretty serious between you and Chloe, huh Liam?” Harry plopped down on Zayn’s legs, which responded by kicking him fiercely until he got up with a grin.

“Yeah,” I nodded, listening as Niall recorded in the booth. “It’s so weird, she makes me feel like...” I trailed off with a shrug. I wasn’t going to say it out loud because it felt too wrong to admit. Chloe made me feel like Cora was alive again, like it was okay to smile and laugh. Yeah, Cora was always there in the back of my mind, but her image didn’t haunt me anymore. She wasn’t burned into the back of my eyelids, a constant reminder of pain whenever I blinked.

“Makes you feel like la la la la la?” Louis sang with a grin, to which I responded by tossing a paper ball at him.

“Yes, wow, thanks Gabe Saporta,” I pulled my phone out of my pocket, checking to see if I had any new messages from her. She knew we were recording today, and she thought I wouldn’t be able to talk to her much. Which wasn’t entirely true since recording usually ended up consisting of spit ball fights and shouting over the balcony with a megaphone.

Seeing I didn’t have anything from her, I typed out a quick good morning message and told her I’d call her later that night. And I told her I missed her because I did. We’d seen each other a lot after our first date, and now that I was so far away it was like something was missing.

“It’s nice seeing you happy again,” Zayn said, sitting up from the couch and walking over to the booth as Niall walked out, “It’s like, I don’t know, it feels like things are how they should be.”

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“So, how opposed would you be to coming to Sweden for our last day and going out with us?” I asked Chloe, hanging upside down off the bed in the hotel. We’d been recording for a few days, and we only had a few more left.

“Are you sure it’ll be okay with everyone?” I could almost hear her twirling a strand of hair nervously around her finger, “I don’t want to impose and mess up your progress on the album.”

“You wouldn’t do anything like that,” I assured with a small smile, like she could see it, “Eleanor’s coming up too, it’s like a way to celebrate finishing most of the recording of the album.” She was silent, and I could tell she was really contemplating saying no. “Plus, the boys really want to meet you.” I added quickly.