LA to London (Liam Payne fan fiction)

Chapter 4:Liam POV

Hi all! Sorry I have taken so long to update, I had heaps of homework but I have a two week break as of tomorrow so I will try update more. Please vote, comment whatever!

 I could honestly just stare at her talk for the whole flight. The way her eyes mirror the emotion on her face. The way she uses her hands to animate and bring to life whatever she is saying. The way her lips move, always seeming to have a smile dancing beneath her words. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I have been in love and I have felt lust, but this is different. I want to know her. I want to know everything about her. I want to know her secret talents, her favourite cereal, what she thinks about just before she falls asleep. I want to know her. I want to know about what she loves. For all I know she has a boyfriend back at home or will never want to see me again after this flight so I have to take advantage of every moment I get with her.

She has opened up to me about her parents, about how her mum left. When she was talking about December 20th 2002 and I could sense her sadness, I could see her trying to cover up her tears, I just wanted to pull her into my arms, cuddle her, play with her hair and make everything okay. I want to know what happened, but for more than my curiosity. I want to know everything about this girl. I want to know all her scars and I want to help heal them. I want to know her life. I want to be in her life. Whoa, I need to slow down there. I barely know anything about her, I’ve talked to her for only about 5 hours, but it feels different. On paper, I don’t really know anything about her, but I feel like I do. I feel like I understand her and I’m ready to learn. This feeling is sort of scary, so intense and so soon. She might not feel anything like this, she might just think of this as talking to a friend, or a celebrity.

As the time slowly passes by, we both grow more tired. I’m not sure if I’m the only one feeling this, but I feel the barriers breaking down, our walls slowly caving in, as we grow drowsier. Our eyelids both start growing heavy, but we try fight it as we talk about our favourite artists, favourite foods, just the little things. Her head falls onto my shoulder and she quietly says, almost a whisper,

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Goodnight love.” I respond. She smiles a small tired smile and says goodnight back before drifting to sleep, her head on my shoulder, radiating heat through my whole body. I feel every nerve dancing where her head connects to my body. I delicately place my head on top of hers, not wanting to wake her up. As cliché as this sounds, her head fits perfectly. I place my hand gently on her thigh, and she delicately places her hand on top of mine. Everything feels so right. The warmth of her body radiating onto me. The buzz of my skin where hers touches. It all just works. Soon I feel Ella’s breathing grow deeper and more rhythmic and I realise she is asleep. Being here in this moment, away from everything, in our blissful bubble, I have never felt more at peace. I feel my eyelids drooping and soon after I fall asleep.

I wake up to a pair of hands grazing over my thighs. I open my eyes and see Ella buckling my seatbelt up.

“Good morning love.”

She smiles while she finishes buckling my seat belt up and flops back onto her seat to do her seat belt up. She asks me how I slept and we made small talk for a small while. I like making small talk with her because that’s when I could focus on the little details about her. She has perfect teeth. She must have had braces. They are so white too. They really make her smile. She looks at me confused, but with her normal beautiful smile layered on top. I smiled back at her, signalling I was listening and all was good. She dropped the confused look leaving her with her beautiful smile shining on her pretty face. Her smile vanished as the plane went into turbulence. She grabbed onto my bicep and a look of panic swept over her face.

“It’s ok love, you’re okay.”

She smiled weakly through her panic, though her smile dropped with the plane as it was landing.

“Don’t worry love, this means we are landing, we are almost off.”

As if on cue, we felt the plane almost bounce, as it seemed to smash into the ground. After that it rolled along the ground smoothly, causing Ella to smile again. Soon the plane slowly came into a halt and the seat belt signs went off.