Falling on Glass (Liam Payne story)

Chapter 10

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I sat up. I could practically feel a 6 pack coming on as I laughed so hard, Liam did too. Liam placed the small pile of clothes in my lap. 

"When I woke up this morning, you were still fast asleep. I went over to your place and grabbed you some clothes. Not that you don't look stunning in El's tank top, but I think you would appreciate some real clothes as well." he smirked.

"Thanks." I said, scavenging through the clothes. He had grabbed almost exactly what I would've chose to wear today. A pair of black leggings and a long, loose fitting, light pink sweater. It was a comfy outfit, and Liam must like it so I guess I will wear it.

I grabbed the clothes and stood up, walking to the other side of the room behind Liam. Before I began dressing, I made sure he wasn't looking. 

"Someone's got a bit of stage fright!" he said laughing, a sweet, charming laugh. 

"Oh hush!" I said back to him, giggling.

I slipped the tank top over my head and dropped it onto the ground. It made a gentle sound as it hit the floor and layed in a small bundle. Liam's head turned, the slightest movement went almost unnoticeable. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, not wanting Liam to turn around and see me. But of course, it swerved.

He turned around, looking at me. He stood up, holding my gaze, and walked slowly around to the other side of the bed. To me. I continued crossing my arms, not knowing what to say, what to do, not knowing Liam's next move. His feet continued taking slow steps towards me. But his eyes stayed locked into mine. Then they moved.

His eyes slowly moved down my body. I peeked down my body also, what if he sees something he doesn't like? I moved one hand off my chest, exposing the right side of my pink bra. I nervously twirled my hair between my fingers, it was a thing my friends and teachers had always teased me about. I had never felt so insecure before. Liam, being famous, had probably been with the prettiest girls. Models, with perfect bodies, perfect tan bodies with long glowing hair and perfect skin. Not me. Not my awkwardly shaped body, with my weird tanlines and occasional stretch marks here and there on my legs. 

It was almost as if he had sensed my insecurities. His eyes met mine again. I let out a stunned gasp, then he reached out his arms to me, pulling me into his warm embrace. 

"Baby, you don't understand do you." he hummed into my ear.

"You are beautiful to me." he pulled away, looking into my eyes.

"No I'm not. You're famous, a celebrity. You've probably been with the prettiest models and the prettiest girls. I mean, you see tons and tons of different girls everyday! They're all so pretty! I can't compare to them! I don't come even close! I'm no model or some perfect, beautiful girl!" I realized I was shouting now. Tears began forming into the corners of my eyes and I could feel my face turning red. I buried my face into my hands.

He softly grasped my arm. "Faith, they're models. They're not nearly as beautiful as you. They starve themselves to bones, they fake tan and wear pounds of makeup. They're not natural, they're not human it seems. When I am with them, it's not real, even I'm insecure around them. It's not fair, the pressure those girls put you under." he lifted my chin up with his finger. "When I'm with you, it's real. You're not some fake human being that I can't be myself around. You're real, and you're beautiful. Every little thing about you. I can see the way that you look at yourself, it makes me cringe. You should love who you are and what you look like, love."

He pressed his soft pink lips into mine, cupping his hand around the back of my neck. Then pulling away, he lifted the clothes up and handed them to me. 

"You get changed, meet me in the living room. Just don't let who I am make you feel that way about yourself." his lips frowned, and his eyes dropped. He looked back to me, giving me a half-smile, then he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

I didn't even realize I was insecure about myself. I had always went to the gym to get a more fit form, but I never realized I was so scared of what I looked like. How could Liam see me that way? It's just another thing I don't understand about me and Liam.