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Meeting The Boys

I'm face to face with Liam Payne right now. He just saved my life. He saved me from taking my own life. Why would he do that? He doesn't even know me. Why didn't he just let me do it? Why did he save me? All these questions drown my thoughts.

"Why did you do that?" I yell once again. I don't really care if it's Liam Payne. I wouldn't care if it was the President of the United States. I don't want anyone stopping me.

"Because. I just couldn't let you do that. I didn't know why I decided to take a walk. But now I know why I did. It was to save you." He says, smiling at me.

"I didn't want to be saved!" I say, ignoring his friendly gesture.

"I just want to get what I deserve!" I sob,  "I just want to die."

"No. You don't deserve this. Nobody does. I know you don't really want that. I can tell." He says, wiping my tears away.

"How do you know?" I spit harshly.

"Because nobody ever really wants that. They just think that's the only way to get the pain to stop. But it's not." He says wisely. He holds me tight and we sit there for what seems like hours.

"Alright. Let's go." He says, picking me up.

"What? Where are we going?" I ask in a panicky tone.

I'm not panicking because I just met this guy and suddenly he's taking me somewhere, no totally not. I''m panicking because-well, just because.

"I'm taking you home." He says in a duh tone.

"You don't even know where I live." I say.

"Not your home, silly. I'm taking you back to my flat." He says, walking off.

"What? But you just met me. I could be some psychotic serial killer for all you know." I say. He just looks at me with the 'really' face.

"I highly doubt you're capable of killing someone else." He says doubtfully.

"Yea? Well I could be a-a, uh-a rapist! Yea. That." I say, vindictively.

"A rapist? Really?" He says, not buying it.

"Ugh. Fine." I despair, giving up and slumping down into his arms.

"How come you're not freaking out about a random guy off the street taking you." He asks, intriguingly.

"Uh. Because." I say, trying to think of something.

"Unless. You know who I am!" He fathoms.

"Or, why would some guy who just saved me kill me or rape me?" I state rhetorically.

"True. But I still think you know who I am." He says, looking ahead.

"Okay fine. Maybe I do know who you are. Liam. But it's your own fault for taking me back to your place." I say, slumping my head back down.

"Aha! I knew, you knew who I was!" He smiles  "Wait, why aren't you freaking out?" He asks, dumbfounded.

"Uhm. I don't know." I say.

"You know. I have two legs. I can walk on my own." I say in thought, closing my eyes.

"Oh well. You're a little late there 'cause we're here." He says, opening a door.

"Liam you're back!" I hear a voice yell.

"And you brought back a girl." The voice says, puzzled. I don't bother opening my eyes. I'm comfy now. I just raise my hand to wave, accidentally hitting Liam in the face.

"Oops." I say, apologizing.

"Hi." I say to whoever else is in the room.

"Hi?" They say. Liam lays me down on something soft. I open my eyes only to be blinded by light.