Music Class (Punk AU/Liam Payne)

I'm Not The One

I'm Not The One

Liam's P.O.V

This is what I did, I went home late at night, slept for a few hours, and then got up and left before the silver lining appeared in the sky. That was pretty much how I avoided everyone. I didn't want to see or talk to anyone that I knew or that knew me.

Niall was fucking right, the blond haired bastard was right on the fucking bullseye. Of course my weak heart fell for Miranda Ryker. Who wouldn't? She was fucking perfect. Her voice was so angelic, her features so simple, yet she was so pretty, everything about her drew me towards her. But then I had to have that dream, that freaking dream that reminded me that I wasn't living in a fantasy. I was living in a hell hole where everyone was out to make sure you fail.

"Um, excuse me Sir." I was kicking at a rock angrily when I heard a small voice talk from somewhere behind me.

"Down here Sir." The voice sounded again.

This time I looked down and I met the gaze of a boy, probably the age of 10. He was small and his hair was curly and brown. His eyes were almost black by how dark they were. He was looking at me with his head cocked to the side. Seeing his eyes filled with wonder stopped me from being a prick and just ignoring the kid. Instead I crouched down until I came face to face with the tan skinned boy.

"What's up Kid?" I asked lifting up my eyebrow as I watched him stare at my piercings blatantly.

"Did those hurt?" He asked his voice strong and curious.

"A little, kid. Why do you ask?"

"Why did you get them if they hurt? Can I touch it, please sir?" he was very polite for his age.

This kid was curious, it was actually quite interesting, and refreshing. Meeting someone who wasn't scared of me, who didn't look at me with judgement in his eyes. I nodded subconsciously and tilted my head towards his hand slightly. He lifted up his hand and barely touched the silver ring on my lip. He then moved it up to the ball on my eyebrow his eyes brightening with curiosity.

"So, why did you get them?" The boy asked again, wrapping his hands behind his back and examining my tattoos with his eyes.

I got them because the physical pain that they gave me was something like a brush of a feather compared to how my heart felt inside. It didn't even hurt to me as I just went and got tattoo after tattoo after tattoo. I had even wanted to get more and more piercings, but that was when I met Harry and the rest, they stopped me. But looking at the kid, I couldn't tell him that, he was too young to know why. So instead I just smiled and tried to look at him as warmly as possible.

"I don't know, kid." I shrugged. "I like being different that's all."

"One day, I want to be different like you." The kid exclaimed brightly as he ran off to his mother who was calling him.

The mother looked at me and then at her kid, a wave of fear flowing over her features. She grabbed her son and hugged him tight and probably rebuked him for talking to a stranger like me. Her son was jumping up and down, ignoring her urgent lesson trying to reach the cotton candy that she got him in her hand. He then was talking rapidly pointing at me, making me chuckle. Then his mother looked up and actually gave me something that could pass off as a smile and turned away, going back to the fair that was going on that afternoon. It made a feeling spread through my heart, maybe this world isn't always as dark and bad as I have grown to think.

Mindy's P.O.V

"I don't know Louis. How is this supposed to help?" I was wondering why Louis begged me to sing with him during the charity fair today.