Wasted || Liam Payne

Chapter 3

Sydney 

"Oh my God, I might be dead! Liam Payne just asked me to hold the lift door! I froze, and the door closed. #NoProofNoTruth" My shaking fingers attempt to type into my Twitter feed.  

The moment I've dreamed of for years, the chance I've been waiting for all weekend. The months I've spent stalking, no,  researching his every move to be sure that I got a room in his hotel, on his floor. His sweet puppy eyes looked at me and I just stood there like an idiot with my mouth open. I can't believe myself. He could be right here, next to me, locked in this small space. 

My heart beat quickens and my throat swells at the thought. If I freeze just from looking at him, how would I handle being alone with him in an enclosed space? Would I be able to speak? Would I be able to shut up? Would I ask for a picture? An autograph? Do I even have anything for him to sign? What the hell would I do with it anyway? I could accidently push every button, make the ride last longer. Would he think I was crazy if I did that? Or would he appreciate my sense of humor? Maybe it's for best, the heavens know my poor heart wouldn’t be able to handle that much contact with him. 

The elevator stops and the doors open. I walk out in a daze. The world around me is nothing but a blur. The blood pounding in my ears drowns out the screams of the thousands of fans lined up outside the hotel.  

"Through the doors and past the guards..." I think as I pass the solid wall of black suits and make a left onto Colorado Blvd. A jolt in my pocket demands my attention, but I ignore it. The plan was for my friends and I to get ready in my hotel room, but with all the security near the place, they couldn't get a cab to drop them off anywhere within 12 blocks. Luckily, there are plenty of drivers willing to drive me away from the hotel. I have no idea how we are going to get back in tonight.  

My phone buzzes again, this time followed by the familiar lyrics "You say you're a good girl, but I know that..." I press talk and listen for what is coming. 

"Your Tweet!!!! Please, please tell me that you're kidding! Did you really see him?? Like really fucking see his face right in front of you?! And you did nothing? Are you dying? I could kill you! I could kill myself! Shit please tell me that you were joking!" 

"I wasn't joking." I admit, feeling more ashamed than I was just a moment ago.

"EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKAAAGG!" she screams loud enough for the entire street to hear.

 "Seriously, I just want to cry, I'll meet you at the pub, okay?" 

"Alright, fine! Are you completely ready?" 

"Yeah." I say, sounding hopeless. 

"Quit whining Syd! You'll get another chance. We'll look for him again tonight." 

"Yeah." I say again, her haphazard attempt to make me feel better is working a little. We do have a plan to try and find him tonight, if anything my short encounter in the hallway should be an encouragement. "I'm getting a cab now, I'll see you at Jake's in ten... make it twenty minutes."

I snap my phone shut and begin to jog. There is a parked cabby at the other end of the b

lock. Seeing me come towards him, he hops out of the car and around the side to open the door. I quickly thank him, give him the address then sit back and enjoy the air conditioner. My mind drifts off to that place that I so often find myself when left alone.

I look over to the empty seat next to me and see Liam's face smiling back. I reach over and squeeze his hand. He links his fingers through mine and leans over to kiss me on the forehead. Leaning in to his arms I pull out my phone to capture the perfect moment  of our fingers locked embrace and see the red blinking box over my twitter app.

  

Forty-Six new tweets. I open the app and scroll through the mentions, stopping occasionally to read a few:

*OhMyGosh!!!!! Well at least you saw him! There's so many others who wish they could say that* 

Yeah, except this is about me and I could give a shit less about anyone else right now. 

*Awe I'm sorry bae.. =/ You'll get another chance! =)* 

Are you kidding me? Did you never take statistics?  

*WhAt The Serious Fuck?! How DO YOU NOT respond to @REal_Liam_Payne??* 

Well you fucking die inside, that's how! Dead people don't speak!  

I can't deal with this right now. I have no patience for people. I'm pissed enough at myself without having to listen to others say stupid shit. Relief penetrates through my angst as I see the cab slow down and pull to the side . The car has become a cell for my disappointment and the pressure is suffocating. I need to escape. I pay the cabby and head to the back of the restaurant. Jake's is known to the public for it's burgers, but townies know that below the restaurant is a dingy pool hall with cheap drinks and great French fries.  

I make my way down the steep crooked stairs and enter a room full of cigar smoke and over played 80s music. There's Britt at the bar with her brother and his weird punk girl friend. Not girlfriend, he's gay, and she's one of those "free to love whoever she wants" or, in other words "fuck anyone whose willing." type of chicks. Damn how did I end up with these people? 

Britt see's the look on my face and knows what I'm thinking. Without saying a word she holds up two shot glasses and hands one over to me. 

"We'll get through this" she say's comfortingly, and I know she's referring not to just one moment, but to everything weighing on my mind. My missed opportunity with my obsession, the numbing excitement of the reality that has yet to set in, the long night of screaming tweens, and the uncomfortable presence of her weird ass company. "They wont be with us after, I promise" The mumbles through the side of her mouth. 

"Cheers then!" I say excitedly, pushing everything out of my mind and focusing only on the freedom that's sure to come from the end of the glass I am holding up. I tip back and let the burn consume me as the whiskey travels down my throat. 

"Another" I call out as I slide my glass along the bar top.  

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With in two hours we are only 1 cocktail away from no longer being able to say we're just buzzed. I'm feeling nothing but excitement and am ready to head to the stadium. Britt stands up to pay our tab and I notice for the first time what she's wearing. 

"Oh my gosh you look super frigging cute, I'm totally jealous of you!" Her blonde hair hangs in curls under her beanie. She's wearing a simple white tank with a pair of gray skinnies and red flannel tied around her waist. Her recent tattoo on her forearm completes the "Liam Payne" look that she was going for. 

I love Liam, but, Harry's style is more me. I'm donning black shorts and a black tank with black combat boots. The only color in my outfit comes from the black and blue flannel I cut into a make-shift vest. My brown hair falls in waves down my back and is accessorized with Harry's signature hippie scarf.  

"Yeah, well... someone's gotta get Liam's attention and it obviously can't be you!" she say's jokingly.  

"One more shot for the road?" The old bar tender asks, "It's on the house, you girls should have fun!"  

"Justin! You two down for one more shot before we leave?"  

Britt's brother and his friend look up from a bar stool across the room and head towards us. 

"Wooot! Let's do this!" I squeal!  I'm going to have fun tonight! I'm feeling great! I love everybody! This is what I have waited for for months and it's finally here. I try not to think about how quickly it will be over. Pushing those thoughts aside I raise my glass.

"Tonight let's get some!" 

"And live while we're young!!" the other 3 shout in response as we all tip our cups back and down the numbing liquid. 

Liam 

"Good Eveeeening Pasadenaaaa!!!!!" Shouts Harry's voice through the Rose Bowl stadium. 

Here we go....