Project K- Liam Payne Fanfic

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Kassie

--Current Time (August 2013)--

The heat radiating through the open window does nothing to help my insomnia as I toss and turn in my bed, peeling the sweaty sheets off my clammy body. This August is especially warm- the current temperature of a scorching ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit is making me want to claw my hair out. The only solution for the heat is clear in my head as I swing my meager legs over the bed and walk to the kitchen, almost collapsing in laughter when I reach it. I see my sister sitting on the tiled floor with her legs crossed and the freezer door open, the coldness emitting on to her body as she scrolls down the length of her phone, munching on something solid.

"Julia!" I cackle, reaching over her and into the freezer, hauling the tub of ice cream out as she stares at me innocently. A half-eaten ice cube pops out of her mouth and she looks sheepish before snatching it off the tiled floor and placing it back into her mouth. For a twenty four year old, she still possesses the mindset of a child.

"What? Its goddamn hot in my room- what else am I going to do?"

"Scootch" I demand as she rolls her brown eyes, moving to the left so her semi-bare back is pressed up against the dark wood of the island. I grab two spoons before relaxing beside her, passing her one of them and opening the lid, the smell of luxurious chocolate pistachio seeping out.

"It's never this hot in London" Julia says and I nod, taking a generous spoonful of the ice cream and pressing it against the roof of my mouth. The cool sensation appeals to my overheated body and the relief is so wonderful I almost moan.

"What's that?" I ask, pointing to her phone as she scrolls back up, a news article in her Facebook feed catching my attention.

Twenty Year Old Boyband Member Liam Payne Due To Celebrate Birthday!

My heart pulses inside my chest as the memories of our encounter four months ago flashes through my mind. Despite giving Niall my mobile number, I never received a call from him seeking my help again, so I can only assume that Liam is on the long road to recovery. A petty smile flashes across Julia's face as she looks at mine, her dark eyes gleaming in the light of the freezer. She smirks, snatching the ice cream from my hand before running her metal spoon across the circumference of the container, the substance lathering up in her concave utensil.

"What?"

"Nothin'," she replies vaguely, although the smirk is still present on her lips, "nothin' at all."

"Then why are you smirking at me?"

"It's not against the law, Kassie," she sasses, rolling her eyes as I huff in exasperation.

"Arse."

The metal of her spoon clangs against the tiled floor as she stares at me in mock disbelief, glowering at me and despite the minimal light, I can detect the pink in her cheeks. I snicker at her childish behaviour (the word 'arse' has been my main insult since I picked it up from her in the early years of elementary school) and get up, my thighs sticky with sweat as I pad across the kitchen to the sink, my feet making foggy imprints on the floor.

"Using 'arse' a million times a day just knocks down the insult level," Julia insists as I turn on the tap, cupping my hands underneath the stream and sipping from it, "what are you doing?"

"Drinking water, what the hell does it look like?"

"Use a bloody cup. That's not very hygienic."

"Okay, then you can wash it when I'm done with it," I retort, drying my hands and turning the tap off, peering at the clock on the microwave. 3:18AM glows in neon green as I sigh, tying my hair up into a ponytail using the elastic around my wrist.