LA to London (Liam Payne fan fiction)

Chapter 2:Liam POV

Sorry I never updated! I never had a chance to upload but I’ll upload chapter 2 and 3 to apologise :)

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I smile as my text message to Niall goes through. He is one of the most positive and carefree lads I know and he always can make me smile. I have missed him and the rest of the lads heaps, so I’m happy to be going back to London. Honestly my time in LA has not been great, I’m definitely not letting management plan a trip for me again. They tried make me go on publicity date even though the point of this trip was to take a break from all that and they booked me two first class seats on the way there and back. I feel like such an ass taking up two seats next to each other when I could have easily taken a single one. Lisa, the head airhostess who is brimming with kindness comes over to me. We already had a conversation beforehand while she was asking all the first class flyers if they need anything. I start turning my phone to aeroplane mode, assuming that’s why she is coming to talk to me. She asks, with her huge smile spreading from her face into her voice,

 “Hi again Liam. One of the girls in economy’s seat is broken and this,” she gestures towards the empty chair next to me “is the last available one left. If you don’t mind, would you give up that seat for her, we can refund you for it.” Without a moments hesitation I agree. I have been alone for a whole week in LA and I wasn’t that excited about spending an eleven-hour flight sitting alone in two seats. I may not seem like it, but I’m the type of guy that loves being with people, who thrives in groups. Also as part of the band I have gotten use to being in groups and crowds a lot.

 I really hope whoever comes next to me is not a crazy fan or something. Or someone who hates me just because they don’t like the music I make. I go back to my phone, finally turning it on aeroplane mode when I hear a feminine voice that has so much positivity in it that I can’t help but smile. She introduces herself as Ella. I look up and reply,

 “Hi Ella, I’m Liam.” Ella pauses, as if shocked by who I am. She has these huge brown eyes that are brimming with life and make her look so beautiful. She just radiates fun and positivity, though also something else. Looking at her she is just wearing black yoga pants, a plain white singlet that is see-through enough that I can see the outline of her bra and her blonde hair in a messy bun, with two strands outlining her pretty face. While she is hot, it feels like she radiates more than that. Even though she is dressed so casually and with no make-up, she is just seems, sexy. She has this sensuality that draws me in like a moth to a light bulb. She composes herself, and with a cheeky smile plastered on her face, she asks,

 “So what do you do Liam?” I’m confused for a moment until her devious smile makes it all click. I try to replicate the dashing smile she has and respond,

 “I am part of the circus, what do you do?” I try to keep a straight face and I can see she is too, but her amazing smile is visible through the wall of seriousness she tries to portray. She nods and responds, her voice a lot softer so I have to lean in to hear

“Well I’m not supposed to say anything, but,” she pauses, taking a deep breath in. I’m actually interested and curious right now. Oh my god she’s a stripper isn’t she. She continues with the same dead serious look on her face, “I’m a secret agent.” She looks at me completely deadpan but that doesn’t stop me from bursting out laughing. I have just met this girl, but I can see she is quite a character, in a good way. She just draws people to her. I smile and ask her what she actually does for a living. She tells me about how she just finished travelling and is starting a course in architecture in about a month. I ask her about architecture and the way she smiles and how her eyes glisten when she talks about what she loves is one of the most attractive things I have ever seen.  

I hear a ‘ding’ and look up to see that the seat belt light has turned on. I turn and grab my seat belt that is hidden on my left side and pull it over, across my body and clip it in on the right. I look up to see Ella with her cheeks slightly pink. She leans close to me, her amazing full lips only an inch away from my ear, and whispers,

“This is sort of embarrassing but I can’t find the seat belt.” I laugh at her and she attempts to glare daggers at me, but she ends up laughing at herself too. Her laugh is honestly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. She has the huge smile on her face, yet her mouth is still open widely as she expresses the simple pleasures that come with laughing. She chucks her head back and closes her eyes, though soon after leans forwards and continues laughing with her eyes open. I actually stop laughing and can’t help but stare at her. She soon realises and stops laughing and asks me what I’m staring at. How do I tell her I was watching her laugh without seeming creepy? I should just flat-out tell her, no beating around the bush. I tell her I’m looking at her laughing and she turns her head away, trying to hide the fact that she is blushing. Or is she feeling uncomfortable? Damn I should of made a lie. I just need to push through the awkwardness. I lean over her body and grab the seat belt. She jumps at first when she realises I’m leaning over her, but after realising I’m just helping her with her seatbelt she eases. I clip it in and smile at her. She smiles back and I have to refrain from kissing her then and there.