In The Lights(Liam Payne/1D fan fic)**DISCONTINUED, IT'S SHIT ANYWAYS**

If Heaven Wasn't so far Away

Oh my goosh ness I'm soooooo sorry I haven't uploaded in ages! I had a massive writers block, I couldn't think of anything!

Personally, I think the beginning of this is crap, I don't like it at all. But I like the ending a little more.

You see that picture on the side? Yeah, well that's me(: I know I'm not the prettiest, but hey, I'm me. It says:

Hey Directionators! Um... did you know there are more members besides Harry and Zayn so GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN before I pelt you with carrots and spoons(: Okay?

Also, I tried to match the lyrics of the song in the story with the song when you play it, if you play it. I would, though, I love that song to death. So sorry if you read a little faster or slower and the song doesn't match anymore. I tried!

So read on, readers!

getting off topic here. Okay, I'll stop tying/rambling now... :3

"Finally back at the hotel!" I exclaimed, slumping down on the couch. My whole body was aching from the concert and escaping the fans in front. I couldn't sign anything or take pictures, so that automatically made me feel bad.I mean, they got to see us, so why not give them more to remember by signing something or posing for five seconds for a camera? I seriously hate bodyguards sometimes, even if they're just doing their jobs.

"We're leaving here in the morning, so make sure you guys get a good night's rest. We're in the bus all day tomorrow." Emily informed us, and I groaned.

Her early is seven. It's already midnight. How was I supposed to get a good night's rest?

"Alright, thanks Emily!" A new voice said, Zayn. Emily nodded and left, the door making a soft clicking noise behind her.

We were sharing hotel rooms, and I was paired up with Zayn. Not that anything was wrong with being paired up with Zayn, not at all. I really liked him. He was strong and silent, but he also was a great person to have a conversation with when he wanted to be. He was wise for his age, too.

"Better get to bed, then." Without waiting to see if he responded or not, I picked up my over night bag and went to work in the bathroom.

There wasn't really much to do, just change out of my clothes and put on my pajamas that consisted of fleece shorts and a tank top.The simpler, the better, my grandma  used to say.

After that was done, I came back out to see Zayn already in bed, his mouth open and he was lightly snoring.

"Awweh!" I whispered. I just couldn't help it! He looked so peaceful while sleeping.

Quietly, I snuck over to my bed and pulled the covers over me and turning off the light while whispering, "Goodnight, Zayn."

In the morning I was faced with the challenge of waking Zayn up. It's not like I couldn't do it, but it's just what I called it. A challenge. A hard, almost impossible challenge.

Before I got him up, I took advantage of the bathroom's vacancy. I took a quick shower, towel drying my hair so that it fell into dark was on my shoulders. Then I got dressed in a simple outfit, brushed my teeth with all of the other necessities like a little bit of make up, flossing, putting on deodorant, stuff like that. My routine was always the same. It never changed.

When I exited the bathroom I found that Zayn was still sleeping peacefully, unaware that we had to go soon.

Because I'm genuinely not a mean person, I didn't want to scare he poor lad awake like last time. I carefully sat on the bed next to him."Zayn, it's time to wake up!" my voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't particularly soft, either.