Chapter 3:Ella POV

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Oh. My. God. Liam Payne from One Direction just did my seat belt up, because I’m sitting next to him on an ELEVEN-HOUR flight! Yes I am a fan of him and One Direction. No I’m not a crazy twitter fan but I can appreciate a good-looking boy, especially one who can sing. He is even more beautiful in person. He has these gorgeous brown eyes that you just want to stare into forever. As creepy as this sounds, I have to refrain from stroking my hand on his stubble. When he reached over my to do my seat belt and his arms were strained and his biceps were so close I had to hold my breath so I wouldn’t squeal. I promised myself I wouldn’t fan girl and embarrass myself and I will stick to that. I reckon I started off well asking him what he did, he seemed taken aback, so I’m pretty sure I’m the only person who’s asked him this. He asked me about my architecture and me, and he actually seemed interested in my dreams, which is a first. He showed more interest in them in the small period of time we were talking than my dad has my whole life. I mean I love my dad, but he really is not very supportive of what I want.

During take off and the whole flight, our conversation never stopped. I asked about his life being a celebrity and he asked me about my gap year. We eventually get on to the topics of tattoos. He shows me all of his tattoos, the feather with the adorable story to do with his Nan, the arrows, which makes his arms look even hotter than they normally do. The quotes are so meaningful and it’s beautiful that he loves them enough to carry them with him all the time and the screws that he shares with the boys is just adorable. He asks me if I have any tattoos. Should I lie or not? There is nothing suspicious about having a date on the back of your neck right. He might not even ask what it is. I put my hair on my left shoulder and show him the back of my neck. He stares quietly at it before asking,

“What happened on the 20th of December 2002?” Damn it. I definitely trust Liam, but I don’t think he needs to here the sob story yet. I just sigh and reply “Something I want to put behind me, which is why it’s on my neck. I can’t forget it happened, but I won’t let it hold me back.” I feel a sob choke my throat. I have to keep it together. Breathe in breathe out. Look up, blink. Breathe in breathe out. I have seen and done this enough times to have perfected it and to do it almost unnoticeably, though Liam’s gaze that burns through my façade and makes me feel exposed and naked leads me to think otherwise. I smile to let him know I’m ok. It honestly isn’t a fake smile, I have long moved on from my mother’s scars, but it still hurts to pick the scars. Liam smiles back and my heart melts. I just want to grab his face and kiss him, he’s so freaking adorable yet sexy!

The rest of the flight goes really smooth. After the tattoos, he doesn’t push me to open up about it or anything. When he asks about my parents, I decide to open up a little bit. I tell him that my mum left us when I was ten and so my dad and I have been close since. I tell him about how things are going rocky with my dad because he is pushing me to become a lawyer and join his firm and to give up my uni spot in London. Liam doesn’t say anything while I talk, but I can see in his eyes what his reactions would be, the compassion when I mention my mum and I choke up a little, the support when he hears about my dad wanting me to give up my uni spot, as if he is telling me that I can’t do that. I really feel like he actually cares about me. I know I barely know him and that he is ‘Liam Payne from One Direction’ but I still feel close to him and I can be allowed to feel like that for one aeroplane ride. 

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