Intoxicated(A Liam Payne fanfiction)

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I know I haven't been around lately, but I can assure you I have been writing like crazy, and I can't wait for you to read it! I have about 4-7 chapters in advanced, so you don't have to worry about my laziness for a bit :D

Anyways, enjoy!

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Darcy’s P.OV

I didn’t quite know where I was going, but I didn’t look back, no matter how many times the bloke called my name, I didn’t stop.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. Why couldn’t I have listened to my gut? He was bad news, all boys were, and no one was different.

Finally out of breath I stopped and placed my hands on my knees as my constant panting drowned out my fear. I didn’t notice I was shaking until the panting seized.

“Darcy, wait!” His voice was really close, and I was terrified he would get to me. I began sprinting again, and before I knew it A hand had grabbed my wrist and spun me around.

I caught sight of his concerned chocolate eyes, and felt that he actually cared about me.

No, that wouldn’t make any sense why would he care about me?

Because he does care.

I shook my head at the absurd thought; he wants me to trust him just to break me down, again. It’s already happened before, what makes him any exception?

“Darcy, can we talk” His voice was pleading, and his arm clutched my wrist as if it were his lifeline.

“Let go of me” I begged, “Darcy, please” His voice was hurt, and I wished that I didn’t have to be the reason for his sadness.

“What?” I shouted, anger, frustration, fear, sadness, hurt, all these emotions swirled inside of me, and I couldn’t do anything to release them.

“Why?” He asked, I stared into his eyes, and knew the question that he was asking.

I stood like an idiot, trying to figure out what to say.

“Please don’t lie” He exclaimed. Crap, well that killed a way.

“I-I can’t tell you” The last word came out in an almost whisper, and I saw the pain in his eyes, although he and I were nothing but acquaintances anyways, so why did he care so much?

He let go of my wrist, and I shivered at the sudden coldness, but I still stepped back to gain distance between us.

“But-“I didn’t let him finish, I let my emotions get the best of me. “But what? You thought that I was just going to open up and tell you everything? Why don’t you just leave me alone? I bet you can already tell I’m a mess, why waste your time on me?” ,and that’s when I broke.

I collapsed and hugged my knees up to my chest and cried, closing my eyes and letting all of my memories cascade over my vision. Every picture was like a punch to the gut, causing me to cry harder.

I felt strong arms wrap around me and I welcomed them with ease. I cried into Liam’s shirt and let the tears stain his shirt.

Why am I breaking now? In front of him? Who I hardly know, and would never consider a friend, yet here I am, hugging him, no longer pushing him away.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright” His voice calmed me a bit, but the tears still slid down my cheeks. “Come on, we best get you out of the cold, ok?” I hadn’t realized I was shivering until he spoke, and I nodded in relief.

“Can I take you back to my flat? I know you live in a dorm, but I don’t want to worry your roommate” He asked his words were soft and gentle. I knew Jessa wouldn’t care either way, but I accepted the invitation anyway.

He lifted me up, and wrapped his arm around my waist protectively, I wanted to shove him off and run away, but I knew he was only trying to help.

He led me to his car, and I slowly placed myself into the passenger’s seat. I stayed silent the whole ride, and stared out the window.

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We arrived at his flat, which was quite lovely. It was painted a crème color, and the furniture pulled it together. “Tea?” He asked, I nodded, “Alright, I’ll be right back, make yourself comfortable” He exclaimed, I nodded again and sat on the couch.

He soon returned and placed the tea carefully in my hands, he sat beside me, and we sat in silence before I surprisingly started to speak.

“Look, I’m sorry I snapped, I haven’t had the best luck with boys, and I thought I was done with them, but-“I didn’t know what to say, but his look showed me he cared. His eyes showed that he truly cared, that he wanted to help, but I wasn’t quite ready to let him in. “Do you need to talk about it?” He asked, I shook my head “Not yet”

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