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

3. ~Ed & Little Things~

Liam POV:

"Just calm the fuck down!" Niall said loudly, grabbing my arm. I shrugged him off and threw a book accross the living room.

"I can't fucking calm down!" I screamed, kicking my coffee table. "She's gone!"

"Harry help me!" Niall called. Haz stood up and walked over to me.

"Liam, just take a deep breath and tell me what happened." Harry said.

"I can't take a deep breath! She's gone!" I yelled again, frantic.

Louis and Zayn exchanged a glance and Niall checked his cell phone.

"Ed's here guys." He said. I was about to ask what he meant when none other than Ed Sheeran came waltzing through the door of my flat.

"Hey Liam,"

"UGH!" I grunted loudly and went to sulk on the couch. Harry,  Louis, Zayn and Niall went into the kitchen and closed the door.

"So did you see the football game last night?" Ed asked, suddenly beside me. I sighed.

"Yeah. Me and Milly watched it." I said quietly. He patted my back.

"It was good, right?" he asked. I nodded. "Why are you so upset mate?"

"I'm...Amelia. She left me!" I cried. Ed grabbed a pen and paper.

"How does that make you feel?"

"What are you a shrink?" I spit.

"Just tell me Liam."

"I'm...sad. I'm really sad."

"Why?"

"She means the world to me. She's beautiful and...and I love her. So much. You know, she left me because she thinks she's not good enough for me! How fucked-up is that?" I said. "I mean, she's perfection in my eyes. She hates her thighs and her bum, she hates her skin and hair. She thinks she's not beautiful."

"Mhmm..." Ed was scribbling words onto the pad. "What do you love about her?" 

I sat for a moment and thought before answering.

"I love the way her hand fits perfectly in mine. And the way her eyes crinkle up when she laughs, even though she hates it. I love listening to her talk in her sleep, it's so cute. And I've never told anybody what she says, either. And I love making her tea when she gets home late from dance; she can't sleep without it. She hates how much she weighs, but I love how tiny she is. She's like, I don't know, mine. I want to hold her and make her safe. And she HATES her voice. She left me a voicemail when I was on tour about how much she loved me and missed me, and I saved it and played it every night. She found out and was so embarassed. But I love it when she blushes like that." I rambled, getting lost in thought. "I hate that she thinks she's not good enough, because in my eyes, she's perfection. She's the girl I've always dreamed of. I wish she could love herself half as much as I love her. I love all of the little things about her, that add up and make her, her. Does that make sense?" I asked my friend.

"It makes a kick ass song, that's what it makes." he replied, jumping up and grabbing my guitar from it's stand in the corner. I watched as he strummed a few notes and closed his eyes, thinking hard.

"What?" I asked.

"We're writing a song for Amelia. Come along then, help me!" he said. I walked over to find that he had everything I'd said, written down.

"Ed-"

"Little Things, because you love the little things about her. Come on, Liam, we're getting Amelia back."