Save Me

Part 1 ~Liam~

A/N: Hello!! Well, this is yet another Liam story! This one is short, only two, maybe 3 parts. Let me stress something: I WROTE THIS ABOUT A MONTH BEFORE THE PAYZER BREAK UP. THE EVENTS IN THIS STORY ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND HAVE NO RELEVANCE TO ACTUAL EVENTS IN REAL LIFE. Now that that's out of the way, please enjoy this! My best friend Mel, she loved this even though she totally ships Payzer :) ONCE AGAIN: CONTAINS SELF HARM, ATTEMPT AT SUICIDE AND DARK THEMES. Sorry for my warning I just don't want to start any rumors. 

Dedicated to my best friend @HarryscurlsRmyworld because she has a super awesome (and true) penname and she's amazayn and I love her and she loved this story even though she totally ships Payzer!

Part 1 ~Liam POV~

Snow piled quickly on the windowpane and a fire crackled in the fireplace, together painting a beautifully flawless winter night. Outside my window, the starry sky and bright full moon sent rays of light sparkling off the blanket of snow. It seemed that every snowflake caught the moon’s light and glimmered for a second before getting lost in the endless world of white. Inside, the fire sent orange shadows dancing across the walls and ceiling, drenching the pale walls in endless color. The light flickered around the dim room, leaping from surface to surface with every crackle of the fire. And the smell of burning cherry and oak filled the whole house, calming the whole scene down. Yes, the house was calm, but at 1 a.m tonight, in the storybook setting, my world was falling apart.

My eyes wandered the room, searching for a distraction, any distraction, and finally settling on a picture mounted proudly over the fireplace. It was my four best mates and me, standing on a beach, smiling broadly. The pure joy that covered our faces was so genuine, it hurt me now; here I was, sadder than I’d ever been in my life, staring at a happy version of myself. But the Liam in the picture that hung on the wall wasn’t the same person as the Liam that sat in the window seat, curled into a ball, wallowing in self-pity. That Liam had the world on his side. This Liam’s world was breaking apart, piece by piece.

I closed my eyes as a sharp pain popped into my temple, overtaking my whole mind and head. I popped another advil into my mouth, equaling three. I’d had three advil in the past hour. One for my busted knee, which hurt like the dickens. One because I needed to feel something, why not numbness? And one just now for the headache. I wondered if that was considered over-dosing, but I pushed the thought away. I didn’t want to worry about my health. In fact, that’s a reason why I was so upset.

Earlier today, I’d fallen off the stage at a practice, busting my knee. Long story short, Zayn had critisised my dancing, and I’d fallen down after getting into a huge fight with him while the other boys watched quietly. I could barely walk, but the advil was helping. The pain was just a numb feeling now, which I preferred. I needed to feel something, but not pain. I didn’t do that anymore.

Pain. That reminded me of Stella, my life-long best friend. I’d known Stella all my life, our mothers being childhood friends. She had raven-black hair, but bleached it blonde, because the natural color made her look like her father. She sported choppy side bangs and bright blue eyes, flawless skin and soft pink lips. She never tried too hard, yet didn’t slack off. Stella had somehow discovered the perfect balance of effort and laziness, creating perfection in my eyes. She didn’t need to impress anyone, because she didn’t care what others thought. She was just fine sporting plaid shirts and black tulle skirts, proudly looking like a misfit. She enjoyed being different. All my life I’d longed to be fearless like Stella. She made me feel weightless, like I was walking on air. My best friend Stella never let me down; I loved Stella and our friendship.