LA to London (Liam Payne fan fiction)

Chapter 8:Liam POV

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How did I get so lucky to have such a beautiful girl sitting across from me right now? We are talking while eating my homemade Spaghetti Bolognese, which is quite good if I can say myself. We are having easy conversation.

“So, what does The Liam Payne normally do on a first date?”

“The date” I say with a smirk. Ella goes visibly red and playfully shoves me

“Cheeky boy.” I shrug and smile.

“But seriously, what are your little tricks?” That’s a good question. I haven’t had much time do discover.

“I’m not sure, I never get to go on that many first dates where I barely know the girl, because as soon as you’re seen together rumours start. Some girls don’t want to deal with that and others, I don’t want to risk being painted as the womanizer so I don’t bother risking it with them.” Ella’s face softens and she looks at me with a sad look on her face. It never really bothered me before, it was just how my life is.

“Why didn’t you do something like this?” Ella asks, signalling around to her. I smile while saying, “None of them were as special as you are.” I’m not just saying that, I’m not just trying to get into her pants. I really like her, I really care about her. She goes red again, she seems to do that a lot. It really is adorable, she is adorable. I’m not sure why she was so resistant to go on a date with me and why she is so adamant about leaving it as one date, but I will find out. Not yet, I don’t want to ruin the fun yet, but I will. I should let her know how I do care about her, how this isn’t a little fling or something like that, that I actually like her. Well, I think I do, I mean I barely know her, but I know she is special. I reach across the table to grab her hand and look her in the eye.

“Ella, you do really mean a lot to me. I want you to know that.” She slightly turns her head, as if she was going to turn away, but decided against it. She just stares at me, whatever she is thinking and wanting to say stays hidden.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know.” I see her smile, not her normal huge smile with her teeth but a small smile. Her smile shows so much emotion, a story I don’t yet know. I know this conversation is over for now, so I should change the subject.

“Want a drink?” I ask as I pull up a bottle of champagne from a bucket with ice under the table near my feet. She tenses when I mention it.

“No thanks I don’t drink.” I was not expecting that. She seems like a partier. I feel her eyes glued to me while I pop open the bottle and pour myself a glass. I hover the bottle over her glass before asking,

“You sure you don’t want?”

“Yes Liam, I don’t drink I thought that was clear. How often do you drink anyways?” Her iciness could freeze the sun. Where did this come from?
“Er, I’m not sure. Normally a beer when I go out for dinner, and I let loose every second Saturday, though I don’t get wasted because of my kidney. Why?” My answer doesn’t seem to help her relax at all.

“That sounds like an awful lot. Why do you drink, do you feel you have to?” Why is she interrogating me?

“I drink for a bit of fun, calm down mum!” I can pretty much see the steam coming out of her ears.

“I’m sorry I care about you and don’t want you to throw everything away for alcohol!” She yells across at me. She pauses, realising how loud her voice was and what a fright it gave me. She starts saying something but decides against it and runs her hands through her hair in frustration. Why is she accusing me? I look into her eyes, expecting to see unexplained anger, but instead I see concern. My anger almost immediately melts away. Ella has a strange power over me apparently. I say her name to try get her attention, but she just turns away, clearly mad. You know what, I’m not taking this on our one and maybe but hopefully not only date. I grab her face in my hands and force her to look at me.

“Ella Samantha Smith, you listen to me. Sure, I drink a bit and I enjoy it, but I don’t have to drink. I would never let it ruin my career, my friendships and my time with you. Anyone who has is missing out on being with an amazing girl. Don’t let one bad experience with an ex-boyfriend or however you knew the person ruin your connections with other people.”

“Liam, that’s sweet, but you don’t understand.”

“Don’t understand what, that because someone wasn’t smart enough to keep you around and let something like alcohol get in the way.”

“Don’t talk about my mum like that!” Wait what? Her mum? Her face, which moments ago was full of rage, has dropped and become slack, tired.

“Just Liam, stop. I think I should go.”

“Ella, please don’t.” I really don’t want her to go. I want to talk this through.

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Ella sighs with frustration.

“Not really no.”

“Ella, please talk to me, I really like you, I really care about you. I don’t want to ruin all of this because of something we can talk through, something I can help you with.” I’m starting to get a bit frustrated; it feels like I am the only one making any effort. Did the plane flight mean nothing to her, what I told her, our connection?

“Ruin what Liam? This is supposed to be one date and then done!”

“Well maybe I don’t want it to be that. Maybe I really like you because you are hot and beautiful and you are so much fun and you make me into the fun person I want to be and I can’t explain everything I feel after such a short time in a frustrated grasp to save whatever this is but please don’t leave, please don’t just throw this away without giving a chance. You can talk to me about your mum. Don’t let it bottle up and ruin you, you don’t deserve that. I can help you cope, I can give you what you need. I want to do all that for you. I want to listen and tell you about my baggage and to work through it together and I know I barely know you but the short days I have known you were so much fun and I was so happy, don’t tell me you didn’t feel it to. Just please Ella, for me.” Ella sighs, but I can see I got through to her.

“Fine, I’ll talk about my mum and you’ll understand.”