Liam's POV
I wake up the next morning. Tired and stressed out, and I look at my clock to come to realize its 12:18 p.m. I slept in late I guess I really was disturbed. I grab my iphone and walk down the stairs and I forgot to get my robe but i'm to lazy to go back up stairs. I go to the cabinet and get me some frosted flakes and pour my milk while on twitter, following some fans. My phone then literally blew up when I tweeted, I then turned my notifications off. I go back upstairs to take a shower, but then my phone rings and its my sister.
*Convo*
Liam: Hi Sisterrrr!
Sister: Have you checked Twitter?
Liam: No why?
Sister: I recommend you check your twitter right now!
Liam: Well I'll check it after I take my shower, now bye! Love Ya!
Sister: Love You too! Stay Safe!
Liam: Will Do!
*End of Convo*
I scroll down to my notification bar on my iphone to see a tweet: "@narrydick44: Liam feel better!"@beautilouis69 Dis is Cray!!" Oh wow someone thinks im sick! They're such sweet fans. ten minutes later I take a shower. 14 minutes later im dry and still have wet hair and wearing my pajamas. I then go on twitter. I see a picture link and its Sophia.... its Sophia, and she is kissing a guy and its for surely not me. i quickly texted my sister: Thanks for telling me. I love you. I then shut off my phone. I then closed my eyes, and imagined me dancing in a field, all alone. I then imagined Sophia and she was wearing leather pants and a leather jacket with combat boots, and raybans, she then mouthed me something then slowly pulled out a gun and shot me straight in the heart. I then jumped up and layed my head back down on the pillow and cried myself back to sleep.
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LEEROY.
FanfictionI was Leeroy, but that name is apart of the past. Now Im Liam. The past is the past. Never think words can hurt you because they definately hurted Leeroy.
