Unwillingly Arranged(Liam Payne/One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter Two(Liam's POV)

I pulled my large headphones off my ears, placing them back on their stand with about the largest grin in the world. We had basically just finished recording the first half of our second album, and if you ask me(although I was a bit bias) it was looking(rather sounding) pretty awesome.

The grin still plastered on my features, I reached over, tugging open the door and stepping out of the small booth into the little room outside. I spotted Louis and Harry still lounging on some of the leather couches scattered around the room, both deep in something on their phones. Niall popped his head back in the room, munching on some of the vegetables they had laid out on tables in the other room. Zayn had already left about an hour ago.

"Did ya finish?" Niall asked, swallowing the carrots and popping another one into his mouth that had been slathered in ranch dressing.

"I did!" I grinned excitedly, pulling my phone from my back pocket, my fingers flying over the screen as I quickly tweeted the fans of our process, and how I couldn't wait for them to hear it. Of course, my interactions blew up. My grin widened more, as if that was possible, as I put it back down into my pocket, shoving my thumbs in my front pockets.

"So," Louis said, placing his phone down into his lap, a mischevious grin forming on his face. "I say we go get a half-way-done-with-the-album celebratory drink!"

"I'm in!" Niall piped in from the other room, stalking back in armed with multiple different vegetables platters, plopping himself down inbetween Harry and Louis, popping about two in his mouth and crunching loudly on them. "Yeah buddy!"

"Me too," Harry nodded, before offering, "want me to call Zayn and ask him?"

Louis nodded, before turning to look up at me. "You coming Leyyuumm?"

"I think I'll go back to my flat," I said, rubbing the back of my neck with a sheepish smile. "I was gonna attempt to cook for Danielle tonight.."

"Ohhhh!" Niall cooed, chucking a half eaten piece of carrot at me. "Well go be a party pooper with Dani. We'll have fun without you!"

"You do that," I chuckled, waving goodbye to them, and stepping out the door toward the front of the building. The last thing I heard before the door swung shut was Harry yelling, "Use protection love boy!"

I smirked waving my hand to signal I heard his wonderful comment, before I walked out into the cool evening air. There where a few fans still waiting around, along with one of our bodyguards waiting for the first of us to come out so they could escort us home. That still sounded weird saying I had to be escorted even after two years of being 'famous.'

After taking a few pictures, signing a few things, and being forcefully shoved forward toward the awaiting black vehicle, I was finally seated tightly inside, watching out the window as I waved to the now excited fans. 

The landscape back sped by quickly as our guard manuevered through the narrow deserted streeets in the now slowly setting sun. We slowed to a gentle stop out on the curb, where luckily all the fans had went home for the night. Most of the time there are about ten or twenty fans waiting outside my door. And don't go away until I talk to them. Sighing, I pushed open the door, waving a goodbye and a thanks to our guard, before briskly walking up to the front door, unlocking it swiftly with my key and stepping inside. 

 Danielle was already seated on the couch in the front living room, her legs crossed neatly over each other as she stared at the TV lights that where flickering softly in front of her. 

"Hey," I said quietly, kicking off my shoes and shuffling my way into the room, placing myself down beside her on the couch. "Sorry, we finished halfway through our album today so I stayed over for a bit to get a bit more down."