The Lucky One (A Liam Payne Story)

The Lucky One (Chapter Ten)

So sorry for the late late LATE  update. I've been sick. So here it is..

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I woke up at some time in the middle of the night. I looked around, checking my surroundings. I was confused to see I was in my bed, instead of on the couch. I sat up and looked at my phone. I frowned when I saw I had a new message at.... 2:46 in the morning? I unlocked my phone and checked my messages. I smiled when I saw it was from Liam.

From Leeyum: "Hey. Are you awake?" (Received ten minutes ago)

To Leeyum: "Hey. I am now. Are you okay?"

I laid back down as I waited for his reply. I didn't have to wait too long, he replied almost five minutes later. I picked my phone up, holding it above my face to unlock and read the message.

From Leeyum: "I didn't wake you, did I?"

To  Leeyum: "No. If you did, I don't mind. Are you okay though?"

From Leeyum: "I can't sleep. Dad got home around midnight, kept shouting about nothing, so I left and can't sleep."

To Leeyum: "That must mean my dad is home too..."

From Leeyum: "Please stay away from him as long as you can."

Liam and I talked until around four in the morning. I could barely keep my eyes open anymore.

I slept for maybe around five hours before I was woken up. "You need to get your lazy ass out if bed and come make breakfast for the boys and I." My dad slurred.

I lifted my head up to see him leaning in my door way, clearly hungover. I rolled out of bed slowly. "What would you like?" I asked him.

Maybe if I act like Harry, he won't be so hard on me. Maybe he will love me again for a change. "I don't care. Go ask the boys." Or maybe not.

"Alright." I walked passed him, surprised when he didn't try to stop me. I made my way downstairs and into the living room.

I chuckled when I saw Louis and Zayn sprawled out on the couch, and Harry laying with some blonde girl. Wait... Never mind. That's just Niall.

I stepped over everyone on the floor and walked into the kitchen. "Hey." I looked up to see Jackson, one of Harry's best mates on the team, seated at the table.

Jackson looked up and smiled. "Hey Em."

"What should I make you for breakfast?" I asked.

He shook his head back and forth. "Nothing. I'm uh, not that hungry." He lied as his stomach protested against him.

I chuckled, "seriously Jackson, what can I make for you?"

I noticed him shift in his seat. "I can't eat." He said quietly.

"Why not?"

He sighed, "if I don't continue to be fit, coach will kick me off the team."

I stared at him. "I won't let that happen." Harry said, walking in. "You're not going to destroy your body just because you don't want to gain weight. Now, tell Emilia what you would like before I go wake up Zayn. Maybe you would listen to the captain?"

Jackson stayed quiet, so I took out some eggs and bacon. I glanced at him every now and again. Trying to figure out why Jackson would think he would get kicked off the team. The kid is a tank. One of the stronger players too.