A New Start

Chapter 3

I kept looking at him. It’s as if he knew I was performing tonight.

I looked over at Kristen and whispered, “That’s him.”

Her jaw dropped, “That is Liam Payne! You weren’t kidding.”

I nodded, “He’s becoming for weeks now. I don’t know why he keeps coming.”

“Maybe he’s like, in love with your voice or something.”

“Come for my performance tonight, and tell me what he does while I’m performing.”

She nodded in agreement, “Yeah, okay.”

We walked into the coffee shop together, the doors chimed as we walked in. The boy who now has a name, Liam looks over at us. He smiles and then as if he noticed what he did he stops and looks down at his phone and coffee.

“He doesn’t even know you, yet it seems like he is like in love with you. Did you see him smile when you walked in?” Kristen asked me.

I nodded. It was kind of sweet actually. “I’m going to go onto the stage and get ready.”

Kristen nods and I go up to the stage and do my routine of plugging in my acoustic guitar in the amp. I get this excited, nervous feeling in my stomach. Something about the way of knowing he’s not just some normal get anymore makes me so nervous to perform in front of him now. I start to sing and strum on my guitar. All my worries and anxieties leaving me as I pour my heart out into the song I’m singing. Something about tonight, this was needed.

I finish my other songs, and I spoke softly into the microphone looking right at Liam, “Thank you for coming.”

After I put my guitar back in the case, I walk towards Kristen.

“Did I do well tonight?” I asked warily.

“Well? You did wonderful!” She exclaimed.

“Really? Do you think Liam liked it?” I said in a hush tone.

“He loved it. I could tell he was smiling so big.”

I looked over at Liam; he was looking in my direction. I hope he comes over towards me but I don’t at the same time, because what if he talks to me. I can’t talk to people. I suck at conversation. Or what if I’m not what he thinks I am; because he probably thinks I’m this deep musical person, but I’m really not I’m just kind of there. I’m basically an inanimate object like a chair. I am a chair.

“Audrey!” someone’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

“Yeah, what?” I am out of it.

“I was talking to you! Liam is walking over here now!”

I look back over and he is now walking towards me. I stop breathing for a second.

“Hello, could I talk to you for a second like, alone where no one can basically trample me again?” He laughed.

“Um, y-yeah, of course.” I stammered.

Liam guides me to the back of the coffee shop in a little booth. I never noticed this part of the coffee shop. Wow, it is nice and secluded. I bet this is where the teenagers like make out or something. Wow, why am I thinking about that? Audrey you are 19, not a teenager anymore.

“So, I’ve been coming here for a couple weeks now. I really love your style.” Liam complimented me.

“Well, thanks. I didn’t know I had a style.” I chuckled.

“It’s different. I didn’t know I liked acoustic music that much till I came here and saw you perform. I couldn’t help but keep coming back.” He smiled.

 “You know, I didn’t notice who you were till yesterday. I was so clueless.”

“Really? Who am I then?”

“Liam, from that band One Direction my little sister is obsessed with.”

“Shit you found out the other side of me.”

“The other side of me, what are you, Hannah Montana?”

He laughed, “Obviously.”

“So, shouldn’t you be too busy to come see some lousy street performer since you’re in a band?”

“You would think, but I’m not right now. Not until we start touring again.”

“Oh, that’s cool. I would love to be able to tour.” I sighed sadly.

“You should. You’re too good to be performing in some coffee shop.”

I realized, he was way too nice. I actually enjoyed talking to him. This was weird, since I hardly liked talking to anyone.  After a couple minutes of talking to him, I looked at my phone to check the time. I should be getting home; my mom is probably worrying about me.

“So, I should be getting home soon.” I said.

“I should be getting back home too. It was nice to finally talk to you.” He grinned.

“Same here,” I said honestly.

“Maybe, we could hang out sometime other than here?” He offered.

“Of course, that would be lovely.”

We exchanged numbers. HA. I have a famous person’s number.

“I’ll call you sometime this week to make plans, see you Audrey.” He waved goodbye.

I need to remind myself. Don’t fall for a boy in a band. You’re only in this for one thing, but somehow this doesn’t feel right anymore. If I repeat it to myself enough maybe it will.