Saving Liam (Liam Payne)

16: Numbness

  

Lois POV

I groan and hit the off on my alarm clock. Burying my face into my pillow I decide that I do not want to get up. But I need to get up.

I sit up and get off of my bed, my feet padding the carpet flooring as I go to the mirror, deciding only that I didn’t care what my appearance looked like at the moment, and trotted off to the living room, turning on the TV and plopping down on the couch.

I turn it to the news channel and wait, and as I am waiting, the rest of the girls, Perrie, Eleanor, and Alice come dragging into the living room, sitting next to me on the couch. And as Alice sits down, the screen brightens with the boys faces.

They are on the Good Morning show, and are doing a little concert afterwards, but when they are done, me and my best friend, my camera, are going to take pictures, something that I have wanted to do since we got here.

I sit back and let my head rest on the couch, as the interviewer and the boys shake hands.

“So, how are you all?” the interviewer says.

“Good.” Liam smiles, “On a much need break.”

“Well you seem happy.” The lady points out.

“Yeah,” he smiles brighter, his eyes glowing, saying. “It’s not my fault.” He tells everyone staring into the camera, staring at me.

“Then whose fault is it? I think that we have a right to know who is making our favorite Liam happy.”

“My very own Lois Lane.”

***

As I walked on the streets, I sighed into the chilly air, the familiar touch of the cameras grip wrapped around my fingers. I walked and thought at the same time as I took pictures of things that interested me. New York was a busy place, like none I’ve ever seen before. Everyone was rushing somewhere, talking on their phones or concentrated on directions to get somewhere.

I stuck my ear buds in, and let the beat carry me to a different world. I walked around, and couldn’t help but smile at the diversity here in New York. No one was the same, yet they were all here to make their dreams come true, every dream different than the next. It was quite beautiful. It was a couple hours later, which felt like minutes when I got honked at, by a limo.

The back window rolled down to reveal a head of curly brown hair. Harry.

“Did you really have to honk at me?” I laugh as I walk towards the window.

“Maybe.” He shoots me his dimples. “Want to go get coffee?”

I weigh my options. Go get coffee with Harry or take more pictures.