Saving Liam (Liam Payne)

09: Old Love

My dad agreed to let me go to New York with Liam, telling me that he would pay for my airfare but I would have to pay for my food and anything else I bought. I am pretty sure that the only reason that he let me go was because he was sorry about what happened with him and my mother. But either way, I get to go with Liam, so maybe he can help me mend another piece of my broken heart.

I grab another pair of jeans and stick it in the biggest suitcase in the world, and then call in Elliot to help me close it.

“Sit on it while I try to zip it up.” He tells me, helping me onto the suitcase that is overstuffed. I pull my knees up to my chest and it takes a while but he finally gets it to zip up.

He picks it up and places it by my door. “God Lois, this thing probably weighs more than you do.”

I laugh at him and then push him out of my room, jumping onto my bed, sprawling myself out. My two little wiener dogs, Harley and Thor jump onto my stomach, deciding to bathe my face with their tongues.

“Boys stop.” I say giggling; I don’t need to smell like dog when I go to the party.

The party, way to remind myself. I sit up and grab my curler on the way to the bathroom, turning it on before making my way back to my closet. I look all around my dress section before settling on a white mini. Well, it was knees length but, not for me. Thanks to all the tall people in my family.

I pull it off the hook and throw it onto my bed, walking back into the bathroom. I curl my hair into some really cute loose curls and walk back into my room, the clock catching my eye, telling me that I only have 30 minutes before Clark arrives to help take my mind to hell.

I walk over to my mirror, grabbing my mascara and eye-liner on the way. I put on another layer of mascara and thicken my eye-liner just a bit more.

I grab a pair of socks and my dark blue converse high tops and put them one, and last but not least, I grab my dark wash denim jacket, only because it matches my shoes and keeps a little more to the imagination.

I grab my wallet, phone and my keys to the house and go wait downstairs for him to arrive.

I sit on my couch and play Flappy Bird on my phone, hoping it will keep my mind off of him, trying to beat my high score of 42. I was at 36 when the sound of the doorbell rattled my nerves causing me to tap too fast, causing the little bird to die.

I lock my phone and then stand up and walk to the door, Elliot hot my trail. He knows and really wants me to bail, because he likes Clark as much as he likes spiders, and man, does that boy hate his spiders.

I open the door and he immediately speaks. “You look lovely Lois, and Elliot! Nice to see you again man.”

“I can’t say the same about you.” Elliot mutters by my side.

Clark brushes off the comment and I take one last breath of safe air and walk out, Elliot still standing at the door. Clark opens the passenger’s seat of his old beaten up truck and helps me in, before going around and getting in himself.