Every Girl's Dream (Liam Payne)

Chapter Two

I gasped.

His apartment wasn't anything I expected. Was I supposed to live here? Really? It seems too modern and expensive in my opinion. Sure, I came from a broken home, but this is something I imagined in a dream of some sort, not in reality!

"Is there something wrong?" He asked.

"No, It's fine, I'm positive, it's just..." I trailed.

"Plain? Boring? I know, I've been meaning to decorate but I never really had the chance to, me being busy with my life, plus, I'm quite satisfied with how it is now." He rambled, putting his coat and shoes away, instructing me to do the same.

"It's so, fancy. I've never seen such a clean, modern house like this." Am I supposed to live here? This seems too much, just intruding into someone's home like this.

"I'll show you to your room, and you can put your stuff away, while I, in the meantime will start dinner." he explained, leading me to the place where I'll call my room for the next few months.

"Thanks." I replied, smiling. He smiled back politely, and left the room, closing the door to start dinner. I put my suitcase on my bed, and started to unpack while questions ran through my head. Am I supposed to act married to him everyday? Is this how married people act? Of course not, Abby, shut up. I gasped at my mistake. Did I just call myself Abby? Well, it is my legal name. but I always called myself Cammy. Maybe I'm finally getting used to it. I'll wait a few more years before I change my name back to Cammy, Abby is driving me crazy. It seems like a foreign name, in which I can't stand. Someday, I'll change it, not now. Especially when this kind of thing happens.

I finished unpacking and peeked into the kitchen. Liam was still cooking dinner, whistling to himself. He looks kinda.. cute. Well, he probably has a girlfriend anyways, so why should I bother and waste my time with him anyways? Besides, he goes for the 6-sized girls, not size 16-girls like me. I decide not to bother him, and go to the bathroom to take a shower.

After I got out, I smelled the freshly-cooked salmon, and I went to the kitchen.

"It smells delicious," I answered, smiling to myself.

"Thanks," he responded, blushing. "I didn't know if you were a vegetarian, so I made some rice and steamed vegetables on the side."

"Oh," I crinkled my nose. Steamed vegetables? I hate steamed vegetables. I prefer them raw.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, worried if he made something I didn't like.

"Nothing, it's just," I started. Should I tell him?

"It's nothing, it's just that when I was younger, I hated steamed vegetables. I never, ever ate them. I always threw them away when my mom wasn't looking." I smiled awkwardly. I've never really told anyone, I just kept that to myself.

"Oh, sorry.." he responded, his face red as the tomatoes on his plate. He walked over to the vegetables, picked them up, and started walking to the garbage can.

"It's okay! I can eat them, I won't make you throw away your hard work," I laughed. He laughed with me, making the air around us more thinner, than it was before.

"If I may, that story was a really cute one." he responded, looking away after realizing what he's said. "Maybe I can teach you how to cook sometime? Unless you already know how."

"I don't know how to cook, but I would love for you to teach me!" I exclaimed, a little too loud than expected.

"Great, you'll be cooking me meals like a wife does for her husband!" he joked, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"That's great, let's start eating shall we?" I asked, changing the subject, faking a smile, getting nervous. Why the marriage comparison? We sat down at the table, and started to eat dinner.

-To Be Continued-