They Don't Know About Us (A Liam Payne 1D Story)

~Prologue~

Do you have a best friend? Yes? Most people do, I suppose. How about a role model? A leader that you follow? An idol? Yes again? Well, again, most people do. Those two titles are rarely claimed by the same person. Most girls look up to someone like Demi Lovato or Cher Lloyd and have their best friend that they fangirl with. Most girls sit in their bedrooms and listen to music at slumber parties, share secrets and make friendship bracelets. Most girls aren’t Danielle Peazer. Most girls don’t have to watch a boy that they’ve slowly fallen in love with date their best friend…do they? Well I suppose many girls know that pain, the pain of being unable to have the one you’re in love with. Most girls are normal, or pretty damn close anyway. And, like most girls, they have a passion, a hobby. Art, music, basket weaving. (the last one was sort of a joke, haha.) In my case, this hobby was dancing.

Now listen to how lucky I am; my best friend is a professional dancer. I met her while I was shopping for ballet point shoes when I was 13 years old. Danielle had just started her training in classical ballet and was shopping for a new pair of shoes. Bright pink ones, with simple stitching and fabric; not the expensive custom ones like the other girls in her class. Maybe that’s what gave me the nerve to say hello. I’d been practicing my leg lifts in the mirror, watching Danielle behind me in the reflection. Finally, I’d had enough of watching. Little 13 year old me waltzed over to Dani and shook her lean hand.

“I’m Amelia,” I said confidently. Usually I was shy and soft-spoken. But there was something about this girl…

“Danielle, Danielle Peazer.” She replied, smiling brightly. God she was so flawless.

“What kind of dance do you do?” I asked.

“Well, I’m just starting to train in ballet, but I love all types.” She told me.

“Me too!” I said brightly. She’d laughed, not at me but with me. We were both nervous.

Danielle had told me all about her new school, a dance academy of sorts. I’d been hoping to train there ever since I was a kid, as far back as I could remember. We decided to meet at the studio I went to, so she could show me some moves. One meeting turned into a movie, which turned into another meeting, which progressed into a friendship of sorts. And we never looked back. The age difference didn’t matter; I’d always been mature. Too mature if you ask my mother. But since dad left, I’d been much more…aware. I became even more careful, if it was possible. Sure, I was a klutzy, quiet, shy girl. But when I danced, I finally belonged.

When I was 16, I finally auditioned. And I was accepted.

The academy wanted me! I was finally able to peruse my dreams! Danielle was merely 20 by this time, on her way to becoming a professional dancer. She’d danced in several music videos and this summer, had acquired a job on x-factor. She even had a new boyfriend, a young man about my age, Liam. Li was cool, and part of a pretty awesome boyband, One Direction. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I first met Liam after x-factor when Danielle brought him to our shared flat, for supper. I’d prepared chicken for him since Dani can’t cook to save her life, poor thing. We talked but it was slightly awkward and he didn’t like the cherry pie I’d made.

“You have to dump him, he’s too young.” I told my friend as soon as her new beau had left.

“He’s a few months older than you!” she laughed. I crossed my skinny arms.

“Doesn’t matter; he’s too young for you and he’s a creep. Besides, you’re not kissing me, you’re kissing him. My age doesn’t matter, dummy. Creep.” I decided.

“A cute, funny creep whose a really great kisser.” She’d replied, much to my horror.

It wasn’t until the summer of 2011 that I truly got to know Liam James Payne.