Liam’s POV
People can be so annoying. I can’t even walk through the streets without being attacked by cameras and fans.
I love my fans but everything had been going wrong lately. All of the boys and I had been in a fight with management about the new album. Plus, I had recently caught Danielle cheating on me with another dancer, and am going through total heart break.
Of coarse I always put a fake smile on my face and take pictures and right autographs, buts its not the same without someone to share everything with, all the good and the bad times. Without someone to be singing to when I’m on stage. But there is no chance of getting Danielle back. So I felt forever alone.
I let all my emotions build up in me as I sped walked down the streets of London. I was so mad, sad, disappointed. I didn’t even realize when I bumped into a girl until I heard her.
“Umph.” She made an adorable sound as the wind was knocked out of her on the street.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I quickly said as I helped her up and began to brush her up.
“It’s ok.” She said with a pained voice. I looked up to see her gripping her wrist that was red and swelling. I was about to apologize again but then I saw her face.
She was gorgeous, her hair was a gorgeous mix of blond and brown. Her eyes were a hypnotizing shade of brown. She was just shorter than me and looked so innocent with the pain in her eyes. It felt like I was falling in love. She was just perfect.
“What’s your name?” I asked suddenly.
“Rosie.” She responded quietly. She was still gripping her wrist that seemed to get worse and worse by the second.
“Well Rosie, we need to get your wrist checked out. Then maybe a meal to apologize for hurting you?” She quickly nodded and I took her non-injured hand and began to walk back to the flat to get my car.
Maybe everything isn’t so bad after all.
