You Found Me | Liam Payne |

Chapter 2

Feeling exposed to the warmth of the sun pressed to my cheek I open my eyes carefully. The plane begins to land safely and I grasp my phone from my pocket. I should text her that I made it to New York but that would only cause more disruption to our relationship. I begin to feel nauseous and light headed, all I can notice is the passengers leaving the plane. By the time I collect myself everyone has left, leaving me alone.

Watching all these strangers pass me by I begin to question my decision. In a way this should not affect my perspective on this new city. So far no one has pissed me off or taunted me. So I would say this is a good start, but that changes quickly once I try to retrieve my luggage. I am a very impatient teenager so waiting for almost an hour just to reclaim my belongings will get under my skin.

My head is pounding, my feet are aching if I can't find the simple exit I will scream at the top of my lungs at any given moment. My prayer is finally answered for a first time with a sign locating the exit. I feel a light breeze push against my face sending chills down my body. Before I relaize I can sense my phone vibrating against my pocket.

"Hello?" I ask timidly.

"Hey you long time no talk I just got an email saying you arrived" a familair masculine voice speaks.

"How did you know Ricky?"

"No time for silly questions like that I need you to catch a cab and come to the address I'm about to text you" I can hear the sound of multiple voices in the background.

"I thought you were picking me up?" I maintain my timid voice.

"I have to go now I'll see you soon"

My mind begins to ramble with unanswered questions and I am unable to form a coherent thought. My phone begins to vibrate again indicating that I have received a text message from my uncle.

"4289 Central St. Apartment 33" I whisper reading the tiny letters from my phone.

I place my phone back in my pocket and let out a large sigh. So much for a warm welcome, but all wishes and desires can't be granted. I start to sneeze violently the weather here in New York most definitely differs than in California. Releasing my dark brown hair from its messy bun, and allowing the tangled curls to breathe I wrap my red scarf around my neck. I step onto the platform and wait impatiently for a taxi to take me to the next chapter of my life.

The ride is long and unbearable and these honking vehicles are not helping in any way necessary. Just how far is this apartment building anyway? As I lay my head against the window I witness the city embracing the rising sun. New York City sure does capture the essence of beauty, maybe this place won't be so bad. The taxi driver begins to cough interrupting my thoughts of the city that never sleeps.

"Hey I'll let you in on a little secret" the driver turns to face me.

"Shouldn't you pay attention to the road instead of gossiping like all you people do" I roll my eyes through the rear view mirror.

"Well if we weren't stuck in traffic miss I would be so guess you're not interested" he turns back around.

"I have nothing more to do, so I might as well give you what you want and entertain the simple things you enjoy and pity you."

"I did not understand a word you just said ma'am"

"Let me sum it up.. people like you believe this gossiping and rumoring is all to life. You feed, breathe and live it every day. You should be thanking me I'm giving you you're daily meal."

"Just how old are you kid?" He questions in shock, not surprised.

"I'm not a kid and my age shouldn't affect my vocabulary and perspective on life" "But as stated before to maintain you're hunger I am eighteen years old"

"Damn pretty smart and sarcastic for a teenager" "But any who that popular boy band One Direction is coming to New York to take a break from their tour."

One Direction? My music taste differs from most people my age so there's my logical reason as in to why I don't know this band. My mind is a mess of unfinished thoughts maybe who knows I saw them on TV or heard them on the radio, but unfortanetly for me I can not replay certain memories. Another logical reason could be my exclusion from the world. I'm your typical girl who would always be reading and writing locking herself up in her room. I didn't and still don't care about fitting in... but oh the irony of how society's image interevened into my life. I'm different and everyday I'm struggling and learning to accept it.

"How fascinating the next teen to enter this taxi might actually care" I loathe my attitude towards this stranger, but I can't control these emotions that I keep bottled up for so long.

"Well I thought a young lady like you would be into them but my mistake" he stutters.

"look I'm eighteen and not every girl you come across with is an obsessive fan of some naive boy band""

"Sorry miss didn't now but if you have any friends who do like them. That Liam Payne who is in the band is coming tomorrow morning" he continues persisting the subject.

"Thanks I guess" I reply wearily.

Who would I tell anyways? Oh that's right no one but myself. I am honestly infuriated and tired of hearing this. Who cares about some guys who sing, and who cares about some Liam Payne it's not like he's going to be a part of my life anytime soon.

( I apologize for the short update the next chapter will be longer I promise! )