Last First Kiss -A Liam Payne Story-

Rehearsals

Liams POV  -June 24th-

I sat on the burgundy colored couch in Cassie's eerily quiet vacation home, Nellie sitting in my lap as I petted her brown head and waited for her owner to wake up. Before too long i heard patting of barefeet down the steps, and Cassie sluggishly entered the living room, wearing a large shirt (Mine) and basketball shorts (Also mine).She didnt seemed surprised or scared of my prescence, simply amused, "How did you get into my house?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, continuing to walk with that smirk I had become so accustomed to as she walked into the kitchen. I gently set Nellie down, and rose to my feet following the young girl. "Under the doormat isnt the most unexpected place for a spare key, you know?" I chuckled a little, and she shot me a grin from the fridge as she got out a Mountain Dew. "Why exactly are you here, then?" She pondered, bringing the can to her lips and taking a sip, before siting on a stool. I stood on the opposite side of the counter, slightly leaned on it watching her, I sighed, "I wanted to say sorry.." I bit my lip, looking down guiltily. I really was sorry, and felt horrible for ditching her, she let out a chime of laughter, her eyes shining, "Harry completely over reacted Li, I was fine. It didnt bother me at all to go with Zayn and Perrie, really it was fun." "But it wasnt their job." I countered, and her face turned to one of annoyance, her eyes narrowing and she put the Mountain Dew can down a little to forcefully, and I realized I hit a nerve, "Well, Liam," She seethed, anger coating her green eyes along with what seemed to be pure hurt, "I'm not your job either, and you are not obligated to be around me if thats what you think." She snapped, glaring at me like predator would prey. My eyes widened and I gulped, realizing where I had hit her wrong nerve, "Cassie I didnt mean it like that, and you know it." I stated sternly, not backing down from her intense gaze, "I dont hang around you because i feel like i have to, but because i want to." Her anger faltered, but she still looked frustrated, "Well if I'm ever a problem please do tell me, and Ill get out of your way. By the way sorry for cockblocking you last night." she stated in distaste, scowling at the last part. I almost choked on thin air, and shook my head violently, "You are not a problem at all, and I cant BELIEVE you just said that!" I chuckled out nervously and awkwardly might I add. Her features softened, and she smirked mischeviously at me, "Your face was priceless." She shook with laughter, shaking her head at me. I glanced at the time and sighed, "I have rehearsal in an hour." I told her and her eyes lit up, "I'll get ready then." And with that she was off the barstool and up the stairs, and I grinned at where she was once sitting, because she knew she didnt even have to ask. 

I dropped her off a bit away from the studio, and she groaned, glaring at me, "Why cant you give ME the car, and you walk for once?" I laughed, "Can you even drive?' "No.' "That may have something to do with it." She rolled her eyes and stepped from the vehicle, giving a slight wave as I pulled off and into the back parking lot where only authorized people were allowed.

Cassie POV

I bounced up to the recptionist, smiling sweetly, "May I help you?" She asked through her lipstick caked lips, "Um, I'm here to see One Direction." I told her, and she rolled her blue eyes obnoxiously, "You and everyone else, sweetcheeks, like i told them," She pointed a manicured finger toward a group of teenage girls who were clad in 1D merchandise and bouncing in excitement, "No one gets to see the boys." I groaned, and about kicked myself for even thinking asking would work. I sighed, and pulled out my phone texting Li, 

"I'm in the lobby, along with 30 other teenage idiots who are here to see you. HELP?!-Cassie"

I slipped the phone back in my pocket, walking away from the front desk and sitting as far away from the incessent fangirls who were almost bursting in excitement. I tapped my sandal against the marble flooring impatiently, waiting for Liam to text back, preferably before I have to hear about a 14 year olds sexual fantasies that involve him. Just as the said girl started going into detail, the elevator dinged and Paul stepped out, smiling at me. I breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to him as the girls began to scream, "IS THAT PAUL?" He rushed me into the elevator, an amused smile on his face, and the doors closed. I leaned against  the rail of the inclosed space, looking at the large man in front of me who honestly was a teddy bear, "Thank you, my god there are some idiots in this generation." I groaned, and Paul chuckled, "I see you're feeling better." I grinned and nodded as the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened. I stepped out, and was met with 4 boys trampling me to the ground. They were all laughing in my ear, and it was contagious so i joined as well. "Hey boys!"  They crawled off of me, chuckling and Liam approached and offered his hand. I took it, and he pulled me to my feet, smiling. "I told them not to!" He laughed, shaking his head as i brushed myself off. "Oh but she loved it!" Louis swooned, walking over to me and placing a sloppy kiss on my cheek. I pushed him away, my face screwed up in disgust, "Get off me, you cretin!" I whined, rubbing the saliva from my cheek, "I have to go boil my face now, thanks Tomlinson." I growled, and he laughed waving me off as he went to sit down in the middle of the rehearsal room floor. Soon all of the boys, including Li, went and sat in a circle, leaving me confused. I dont remember this being in any of their concerts, not that ive been to one, but still... "Where were we?" Louis clapped his hand, signaling it was time for business. "Oh! I remember!" Niall exclaimed, his face lighting up, and he turned to Zayn, "Zayn!Truth or dare?!" And in that moment i lost all faith in the biggest boyband in the world. "Dare!" Zayn smirked, brown eyes trained on the Irish lad. "Okay, I dare you to wear a bra for the rest of rehearsals." Zayn nodded, unphased, and got up and went into the backroom before reurning with a bra on outside of his clothing, and a smug smirk on his face. I did a literal face palm. I take it back. NOW i have lost all faith in these boys. "Why do you have a bra?!" I exclaimed from the seat I had taken close to the door, and Zayn looked over at me as he sat back in the circle, "We have a Truth or Dare kit." "What in the he- you know what, nevermind, I dont wanna know. Have fun, but leave me out of it." And with that I pulled out the book I had been reading from my purse, and drifted into my own world as I tried to block out the immature posse in the floor.

"Mop the floor with him! HAHAHAHA!" Louis laughed evily, and I sighed, dog earing my page and closing the book, casting a fearful glance at what the boys were doing. Well. I can honestly say they werent rehearsing. Louis had Harry by the feet, and well, was mopping the floor with him. Harry had his hood pulled up, and tied tightly to protect his precious curls, and Lou was pushing and pulling him around the hardwood floor. Both were laughing like maniacs. No adults were in sight, unless you count Louis, which i definitely dont, considering the 21 year old was now arguing with Harry about how good Harry's curls would be picking up dirt and lint and trying to pull down the younger lad's hoody. I glanced around for the others, and saw Niall who had a sandwhich hanging from his mouth as he held onto Zayn's feet, who was siting on the blonde boys shoulders. Zayn was reaching up and drawing on a framed poster of all of the boys. Louis currently had a moustache, Liam a top hat and glasses, Harry freckles, a missing tooth, and black eyes, Niall had a boogar hanging from his nose and  sideburns, and Zayn of course was left alone. Zayn finished his 'masterpiece', motioning for Niall to let him down and Niall let him land on his feet before continuing eating the sandwhich. He muttered something that sounded like, 'Good job man.' but i couldnt be sure with his full mouth. Liam was just sat in a corner with his head lean back against the wall and his eyes closed, seeming like he couldnt look at the damage his bandmates were causing. "How about you go-" Louis started, right before I was about to go request either a cage or a playpen for the five, when Paul walked in, seeming unsurprised by the state of the room, "Go rehearse? I completely agree Louis." Paul stated, humor in his voice, and all of the boys turned to look at him, and burst into laughter at the thought, "Like that's happening." Zayn laughed, rolling his eyes, and Paul sighed, "I give up." He glanced to the poster that Zayn had given his own personal touches and groaned, "Preston, get the glass cleaner, AGAIN."