Saving Liam (Liam Payne)

03: Afraid of the Dark

 “Um Lois, I think we have a problem.” Liam tells me, “We are stuck in here with no phones or food or water, and we can’t call for help.”

“Well actually, I have water and some gum, and a snickers if that helps?”

“So that’s where the mint was coming from.” He laughs. We sit down in the crowded little closet surrounded in the presence of working tools.

“I’m bored. Is there anything we can do to pass the time?”

“Well you have a camera right? We could look through the pictures, if that is okay with you of course.”

“Yeah, I guess we could.” 

I say, but my mind is freaking out. Well let’s just say that Alice and I like to take pictures of ourselves, like we are mini models and the pictures before the concert we us in Pj’s and the ones before that were bikinis. Shit. Maybe if I catch it in time we won’t look at those.

I get out my camera and start from the end, and as well scroll through the pictures, we laugh hard, a couple were laugh worthy. Niall jumping over Harry and to Liam, him in mid-air, and Liam doing the Macarena. A selfie of me and Alice with the boys in the back-ground. And then I go one picture to far, where I have the camera on auto take, and there it is a picture of Alice and me having a pillow fight, and before I can press the back button Liam speaks up.

“Whoa, keep going.” He says deeply, his smile growing and his eyes getting bigger at the sight of me and Alice in pajamas. She has short shorts on and a tank-top and I have short shorts and an oversized tee. 

I smack him in the arm but I still follow his request going through all the pictures. They really aren’t that bad but yet again, I stop one to late because the picture of me spread across the swim chair in a bikini lights up on my screen.

“OKAY! That’s enough pictures for now.” He laughs at me while I turn it off.

“What now?” I ask him.

“Um what about truth or dare?”

Oh gee, what could go wrong with that?!

Please note my sarcasm. Please.

“Umm sure.”

“Okay I will go first.” He says. “Truth or dare Lois.”

“Truth.” I reply.

 “What’s your real name Lois?” Liam asks me.

“It really is Lois, Lois Leann Lane.” I lower my voice to a whisper, “My parent’s sort-of had a thing for Superman.”

He nods and laughs, “But Liam?”

“Yeah?”

“I have always had a thing for Batman. More than Superman. Superman just sounds so stuck up, but Batman is right up my alley.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Uh huh.” I say, trying to keep a straight face.

“Well, can you keep a secret as well?”

I give him the look. You know, that, ‘are you serious’ look.

“Okay, okay, I think you can.” He leans forward to where his lips are almost touching mine, his forehead pressed against mine. “I have always had a thing for Lois Lane.” And then it was my turn. With our lips that close I could only think of one thing. Kissing them.

“Dare.” He says before I could ask.

“Kiss me.”

I felt high, or drunk, my mind was fogged and I couldn’t think straight but yet again, I didn’t think he could either and so he kisses me.

It was short and sweet, making us both want more, but I wasn’t ready and neither was he. His lips found mine once more after I had pulled away shooting sparks up through my spine.

I pulled away and thanked the dark because right then he couldn’t see how red my face felt, but then I cursed it, because I couldn’t see the expression on his face.

“Liam, will you sing?”

“Of course.” He says. 

He doesn’t even question it. Thank god. Something about the dark and silence always scares me. That’s why Moments is my favorite song, I listen to it on repeat to fall asleep, or I have panic attacks. Bad ones.

And so he starts to sing Story of My Life.

“Written in these walls are the stories that I can't explain

I leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days

She told me in the morning she don't feel the same about us in her bones

it seems to me that when I die these words will be written on my stone

And I'll be gone, gone tonight

the ground beneath my feet is open wide

the way that I've been holdin' on too tight

with nothing in between

The story of my life

I take her home

I drive all night to keep her warm

and time... is frozen

The story of my life

I give her hope

I spend her love

until she's broke

inside

the story of my life”

And then he stops, and I can feel the panic come on. I didn’t bring my emergency MP3 because I didn’t think that I would need it.

“Why did you stop?” I ask him, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Because I want you to sing with me.”

No, no way, nope, no way in heaven or earth would I ever… “Fine.”

Normally, never would I ever sing, its not what I would call my strong suit, but just this once, the pain and restriction was so tight, I couldn’t bear it.

And so we sing.

It felt like something in a cliché fan fiction, but it was so real.

“Thank you.” I whisper to him as we finish, because right then, the panic went away, and someone unlocked the door.

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