Hero {A Liam Payne Fanfiction}

Chapter 10

Liam's POV:

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Two days after the make out. Claire must have found out by now. She must be furious. I think as I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling

Zayn's in the shower, and when he's done we're all going for breakfast, then rehearsal. I get dressed, then decide to man up and call Claire.

"Hello?" she answers after six rings

"Hey. I'm guessing you found out by now. I'm sorry I didn't call but-" I start, but she cuts me off

"You promised you wouldn't do this. You said you loved me. I guess it was all a lie, wasn't it?"

"Claire, it was never a lie. I still love you."

"How can I believe you?"

"Because you haven't heard the whole story."

"Liam, I don' t need to hear a story. I saw the picture. It's over. I'm sorry but, I can't do this."

"Claire, don't. Please." I say, tears welling up in my eyes

"What choice do I have?" Claire says angrily "It's over, Liam. I'm sorry."

She hangs up, the phone still next to my ear. I chuck my phone at the same chair as last time, and leave the hotel room. I go through the lobby and out onto the streets, walking quickly with my head down. I'm just hoping the fans don't bother me. Not today, not now. I make my way to a park and sit on a bench. People are passing, walking their dogs, riding bikes, jogging. No one looks my way. I decide to get up and join the joggers, so I do. I run around the park three times, and by my fourth lap, a car pulls up next to me. Security comes out.

"What do you think you're doing out here?" one of the men ask, stepping in front of me and grabbing my arm

"Relax. Nothing happened. I just needed to get out." I say, annoyed

"I would think by your fourth year of this you'd know that one of us have to come with you. We're just trying to keep you safe, Liam. Come, rehearsal's now."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and leads me to the car. I get in and pull the door shut behind me.

"Zayn took your phone for you, by the way." security says from the front seat

"Not like I want it." I mutter

I lean my head on the window and shut my eyes until we get to the arena. Even though we're leaving tonight and don't have anymore shows in Washington, we still practice in the same arena. By three o'clock we're off to the airport, and by five o'clock we're landing in Chicago. I'm sharing a room with Zayn again, so we drop off our bags then head down to dinner, escorted by security. The five of us and 5SOS are sitting at a big table with management and security.

"Boys, we're planning on doing a livestream for tomorrows concert. We need you to tweet about it and get people ready." management says

"What time will it start?" Ashton asks

"Eight. Right as 5SOS goes on." management answers

"Sounds okay." Zayn nods

We eat and make small talk. After dinner we decide to go paint-balling two blocks away. The teams are Harry and Louis, Niall and Luke, Ashton and Michael, Zayn and Paul, and Calum and I. After an hour of attacking and being attacked with paint, Niall and Luke come out as the champions. We all walk back to the hotel, our clothes covered in glow in the dark paint. It's still pretty early; eight thirty, but we're still a but jet lagged from coming from Florida, so we call it a night. I fall asleep angry with myself and with the girl from the club, but mostly sad about losing Claire.