Superman: A Liam Payne Fic

Chapter 9

We went back to Bella's house, and played "never have I ever." I don't know why I'm surprised, but some of the stuff we uncovered was really bad. They found out that I never had a boyfriend. When Liam heard this he pulled my in his lap and rested his head on my shoulder. I smiled. Later, I climbed in bed, and he put his arm around me and fell asleep. I tried to fall asleep to his deep rhythmic breathing, but I couldn't just like last night. I sighed, and went to get up, but Liam's arms tensed, pulling me back on the bed.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I whispered.

"No, I was waiting for you to do that again," he replied.

"Go to sleep." I tried to get up again, but he pulled me back. "Liam, please. I need some air."

He was still for a long moment, and I could tell that he was thinking. "Don't go downstairs, though. Can you just go to the window?"

I nodded, and he let me up. I walked over to the window, and threw it open. I climbed up in it and sat there, but I think I must have scared Liam, because suddenly, he was beside me. I giggled. "Did you think I was gonna jump out?" I asked.

"Yeah," he admitted, and placed his hand over mine. I just shook my head, and looked back out the window.

"Go to bed," I told him.

"Ok," he replied cheerily, and lifted me up.

"Liam! Put me down, I have to close the window!"

He put me on the bed and went to close the window himself, but I got there first. He laughed, and picked me up again. After putting me on the bed for a second time, he walked over to the window. I got there first again. I giggled as he picked me up, and I clung to him. He smiled and kissed my forehead, putting me back on the bed. I raced him to the window again, but this time he caught me before I got there. I laughed as he spun me around. He sat on the bed with me in his lap, grinning. I smiled back at him as he pulled me down. I laid next to him and fell asleep again to his quiet singing. But it still wasn't until one.

….

The next morning, I woke up, still in his arms, and I looked up to see him staring at me. "What?" I asked; was there something on my face?

"You're beautiful," he said, plain and simple.

I smiled and said, "Your voice is."

"No, you are."

"What day is it?" I avoided his compliment.

"Saturday," he replied. Yeah, we had no school Friday and that was yesterday. I have to go out today was early as possible.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Seven, and I don't know why you're up this early."

I was late! I tried to roll out of bed, but I landed on the floor. "Ow! That'll leave a mark." I got up and ran to the dresser.

"Are you ok?" asked Liam, who was to shocked and too tired to catch me.

"Yup, just late." I ran into the bathroom to get changed.

You're probably wondering what's so important to get up at 7:00 on a Saturday for. Well, remember how I told you that I love to play the piano? My school has a piano, and I've been playing on it for the past eight years. When I was little, my older brother, William, would sneak me in because he always forgot his homework in his locker, and while he was getting it, I found the music room. He was the only one who knew I played the piano. Even my parents and my best friends didn't (and still don't) know. He bought me some books, and we would go there on the weekends even if he didn't forget his homework. Our parents always thought that we just went for walks and spent time together. Nope. We did spend more time together after that, though. He had taken music classes for school, so he knew how to read sheet music, and he taught me. I still have those first books. He kept buying harder pieces, and eventually, I got better than him. When he went to Afgan, I was completely crushed. The first few weeks he went way, my grades started dropping, and he was all I could think of. He came home for a short break, and he saw that I wasn't doing so well. He told me, "Don't worry about me; I'll always be here," he had pointed to my heart, "here," he pointed to my head, "and here," he picked up my hands in his, "through the piano. I'll always be here with you, don't worry. Whenever something's wrong, think of me. I'll make it better." Just like he always did. I had kept that through these five years, and I still do. Every day I could, I would sneak into school, and play the piano. He was coming home next year, and I would show him how much I'd learned. I couldn't wait. But for now, I just had to play the piano, our magic link, and wait. I haven't played in a little while because the boys came, and I really needed to practice.

I threw on a long-sleeved sweater top, and my favorite pair of jeans. I quickly grabbed some deodorant and Chapstick before running out of the bathroom. I went to grab the sweatshirt that was on the chair, but it was still Liam's. I slipped some socked on, ran to the closet, and pulled out my own sweatshirt. Meanwhile, Liam had groggily gotten up out of bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Nowhere," I said with the biggest grin on my face. I wanted to feel that connection with Will again.

"Yeah, sure," Liam said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"I am!" I insisted as I pulled my sweatshirt over my head. "I'm going nowhere fast." I started laughing at me own joke, then I ran downstairs to get ready and go. I know; I'm nuts. MUAH HA HA HA!

I grabbed a bowl of cereal because it was the fastest thing, and I watched Liam walk slowly down the stairs. He stopped dead in the middle of the room as he saw the spoon in my hand.

"Sorry," I muttered, and dropped it in the dishwasher. "Stay out of this drawer," I said as I pointed to the drawer where Bella kept the silverware.

"Yup," he said thankfully, and came over to me as I lifted the bowl to my lips and drained it. I dropped my bowl in the sink, and sat down by the stairs to put my favorite blue converse on.

"Can I come with you, wherever you're going?" Liam asked.

I froze; holy crap. Even Bella never asked that, and I tell her almost everything. She had long ago just accepted the leaving Saturday mornings and after school as just a weird habit. (Actually the only person I tell everything to is Will.) "What?!"

"C-can I come with you?" he asked again.

I bit my lip, deep in thought, as I looked him over from head to toe. "Uh.."

"Come on, please?" Puppydog face. Noooo! I think he knows I hate that.

"Liam…I'm sorry," I said, running upstairs to get my backpack and my music books. I knocked on the door quietly (everyone was still sleeping) in case… and he said I could come in. He was shirtless looking for a top in his suitcase. My mouth dropped open before I knew what I was doing as I stared at his abs. Dude… Photoshop – literally.

He looked up and smiled. I blushed and turned away as I grabbed backpack off the floor and quickly emptied it. I kept glancing at him as I walked over to the bed. He caught me again, so I just looked away. I grabbed the box full of music I had under my bed. I had to glance at him one more time to make sure he wasn't looking, and opened the top. I quickly flipped through it to see what I could bring, but I just decided to bring all of it like I usually did. I closed the box and shoved it in my backpack.

"What's that?" Liam asked gesturing at the box. He had a purple plaid shirt on now.

"Nothing. Got to go," I said walking out the door.