Written in Words (Liam Payne AU)

Chapter 11

55 days!

God school was so bleh today.

Honestly, I'm going to summarize what really happened in school today because the more interesting part was after school.

So anyways, what really happened is Louis tried talking to me, which he does everyday pretty much.

The conversations usually go something like this:

"Hey-"

"Hi, Louis," I groaned in the most monotonous voice ever.

He opened his mouth to speak but I ended up interrupting him. "If you're going to ask me if I'm coming to your party tomorrow- for the thousandth time, yes, I'm going, only because I have to."

He closed his mouth, giving me a half smile. "Thanks, Ali."

"Is that all?" I questioned rudely.

"Yeah, I guess-"

"Then seeya," I muttered before leaving.

Yes, it was probably rude and brief of me to make conversation like that but I literally had a hatred for the guy. I can't even stand the sight of his face anymore.

Also, Liam and I practiced the song we're singing tonight, which'll be later below.

We actually had managed to go through the song a whopping three times, a personal record for us.

Unfortunately, for me, Lindsey was a pest, as per usual. I swear to god, she better not be at the party because I don't have time for her shiz.

Cami, Sierra, and Gracie kept speaking of Louis's party literally every single class I had with them. I was about ready to bang my head against a wall, no joke.

I don't even want to go to that party in the first place, now I have to suffer through everyone talking about it all the time?

Well, school was boring so I'm now going to write the exciting after school junk now.

Take care, my angels (aka probs just Liam and me)!

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Despite the fact that I told Liam he didn't need to dress that fancily, he did anyways. But luckily he didn't out-dress me, as my mom had forced me into a black v-neck, a black and white skirt, and a black and white florally scarf wrapped around my neck. My feet were adorned with simple black flats. Apparently my mom's take on casual means very dark clothes.

She had insisted on curling my normally straight blond hair into ringlets. I usually don't do anything with my hair because I'm lazy so when other people want to do something with it I typically just let them.

She had wrapped what were previously bangs, but now were longer bangs that just fell to the side, around my head and bobby pinned them to the back of my head.

I tend to not wear a ton of makeup so I ended up putting on a thin layer of eyeliner and a bit of mascara. I overall thought that I looked quite presentable.

Since Liam volunteered on driving me, he ended up heading to my house a little beforehand.

My mom was on the phone, presumably talking to her boss, as the doorbell rang.

I tried to make sure my jaw didn't drop as I opened the door. "Liam, you look so... dapper."

Since I'm not too good with the male clothing terminology, I'll say that he was clad in fancy guy clothes, so picture it as you will.

"Thank you, Alissa Middle Name Parker. Tú es muy bonita," he complimented, calling me very pretty.

"Aw, thank you," I cooed. "And it's Rose."