And It All Started With... Twitter? (Liam Payne Love Story)

Chapter 8

Liam's P.O.V

Zayn came back in Jazz's living room and sat on the couch between me and Harry.

"Where's Jazz?" I asked.

"In the kitchen." he said.

"Why? Is she scared of the movie?" Niall smirked.

"No. She just didn't want to watch it anymore." Zayn said.

"But it's almost over! She's going to miss the end of it!" Harry exclaimed.

"Just watch the movie and shut up." Zayn said and turned back to the T.V. I got up and went into the kitchen. Jazz was sitting at the counter.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." she said. "How come you're not watching the movie?"

"I was just going to ask you the same question." I sat on a stool next to her. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. Maybe a lttle tired, though." she smiled.

"What time is it anyway?" I asked. She looked at her phone.

"Wow, it's already 8:00. You guys should probably get going. I don't want that Paul guy to get mad at you because of me." she got up and walked over to the window. "Woah, it's really dark out side!"

"Yeah. A little too dark. It'll take forever to get home." I said.

She turned around. "Well, you guys could stay here if you want. I could use the company."

"Thanks. Do you have any spare bedrooms?"

"Yeah. But I only have four spare ones. One of you will have to sleep in my room." she scratched the back of her neck.

"AH!" we heard screaming coming from the living room.

"I guess they saw who was the killer, then." she laughed. "I'll go make sure they didn't pee in their pants." she walked out of the kitchen.

Jazz's P.O.V

I went into the living room and stepped in front of the T.V. "Are you guys done screaming like little girls?"

"We do NOT scream like little girls!" Niall protested.

"Yeah you do. Anyway, it's like eight o'clock already. And it's really dark outside, too dark to drive anywhere. So, you guys can stay here. I only have four guest rooms, so one of you will have to sleep in my room." I said.

"I WANT A SINGLE BEDROOM!" they all screamed and ran upstairs.

I turned off the movie and walked back into the kitchen. "It looks like you have to share a room with me."

"That's okay." Liam said. "We should get to bed."

"Yeah. Come on." we walked up stairs to my room. I crawled into bed and looked up to see Liam taking off his shirt. Holy six pack. I couldn't take my eyes away from it.

"Am I making you uncomfortable? Because I can put it back on." he said.

"No, that's okay. If having your shirt off while you sleep is better for you, then I am okay with it." I said nervously.

"Okay. Can you hand me a pillow?" he asked.

"Sure." I gave him one of my million pillows off of my bed and threw it to him.

"Thanks." he got on the floor.

"Good night, Liam." I said getting under the covers.

"Good night Jazz." he said. I turned off my bedside lamp and tried to go to sleep.