From Paris [A Lirry/Niam Story]

Chapter One: Welcome to Paris

Well that was the last of it. I folded my last piece of clothing neatly and zipped up my suitcase. I grab my cell phone from my night stand and turn off the lamp. I lift my suitcase from my bed and sit it upright and my cell phone goes off. “Hello?” I say, answering my cell.

“You’re running away.”

“Who is this?” I ask. The boy laughs in the other line and I know that Cheshire voice from anywhere. “Harry, what do you want?”

“You’re running away.” He sighs and I can imagine him shake his head in the other line. “Liam Payne is running away. I can’t believe it.”

“What’s it to you?” I sigh, pulling from suitcase down the stairs.

“Wh- What’s it to me?” He asks in disbelief. “You self-conceited idiot.”

“I think you got the wrong number, the only self-conceited person I know is Niall.” I snap at the phone and turn it off. I shove it in my back pocket and place my suitcase by the door. Turning to head to the kitchen, I stop when somebody knocks on the door.

I growl in anger and swing the door open, hoping it’s not Niall behind it. “What?” Harry smiles his perfect smile and leans on the door. “What do you want now, Harry?”

From out of view, he reaches over and pulls out his suitcase. “Where are we off to?”

“What’s this?” I point at this suitcase. “You’re not coming with me, Harry.”

I push the door closed but Harry has his foot blocking it from fully closing. I hit the wall, a little too hard, and stormed to my kitchen. I grab two water bottles from the fridge and a bag a chips from the cabinet. I shove everything in my carry-on, ignoring the curly haired boy who was still standing in the foyer. “Who was it this time?” He asks.

I suck in my teeth, restraining myself from yelling at Harry. “It was the bartender down the street.”

“How did you find out?”

“I was there.”

Harry hisses and I nod at his reaction. “Where is he now?”

“I left him unconscious at his flat.” I sneer between my teeth. Niall used to live with me but I kicked him out the third time it had happened. That was when the thought firs occurred to me; I had to get away from Niall. To think. But the tour was still on and I couldn’t just leave. I couldn’t leave my job or the fans, the press would eat me alive and I hated to disappoint.  

“Did you punch him?”

“No.” I hiss. “But I wish I did. He had too much to drink and he went out like a light when I put him to bed.”

Niall and I have been dating for a year and I love him. I won’t deny I still do after being cheated on for the sixth time tonight but I have to leave. I’ve been thinking about this for six months and I just need to get away. I called Louis right after I put Niall to bed and left to my own flat and told him my plan. I was to leave to Paris (because it was the first place that came to mind) and stay there for the rest of the month. I called management right after and they took a lot of convincing but in the end they agreed. I promised I’d be back before the start of recording the second album and as bribery I would bring back a song.

So here I am, packing and about to leave. The only problem now was Harry.

“What are you doing, Li?” He sighs, pulling up a stool. He sits down and motions me to sit down beside him. I sigh, biting down on my lip and sit. “This isn’t like you.”

“I’ve tried talking to Niall but he’s always out. He won’t listen to what I’ve got to say.” It was a lame excuse but it’s all I have. It’s still the truth.