Written in Words (Liam Payne AU)

Chapter 14

48 days!

Listen up, fuckers, 'cause I've got a bit to say.

Alright, alright, alright.

^^ legit sound like a rapper doe.

Imma stop.

Starting now.

'Kay so I know how it's been a few days since I've written last and all, since it was during Louis's party, but despite the fact that it's been pretty boring lately, my mind has been anything but.

I've been thinking a lot lately *dramatic gasp* and I've begun to realize something that I never thought I would ever realize.

It's something so mind-bogglingly extreme that it could change your life! (Not really, but you get what I mean)

So all of you readers out there, aka just myself- hey!-, you mustn't tell a soul.

Okay?

Okay.

Oh god, that was some "The Fault in Our Stars" bullshit up there ugh.

Anyways...

*sighs deeply* Here it goes...

I...

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Haha lol no jk. I'm not that mean.

So anyways..

I think I may have developed a teensy little crush on my friend, Ali.

Now before you go screaming and shit, just know that this isn't certain, alright?

I haven't liked a girl for years so I honestly don't even know if I really do like her or not or I just appreciated the sweet display of affection from such a close friend.

I'm certain it probably is the latter.

Well I should probably start this chapter right about now. So enjoy, my fellow primates!

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I bid my farewell towards Ali and began walking to my locker. I'll admit: I do get a wave of loneliness rush through me when the two of us are forced to part ways.

I turned to lock to enter in my combo, grinning at the clicking noise as I was able to pull it open.

I threw my backpack in my locker, being too lazy to hang it on a hook. I grabbed onto all my English junk, pulling it from the closed compartment of my locker.

Doing a quick once over, I sighed to myself, shutting my locker.

I jumped back in fright upon seeing a girl standing right where my door previously covered. "Jesus!" I yelled aloud, placing hand over my heart.

"Hey, Liam," Lindsey cooed, tilting her head as he dark brown hair fell to the side.

"Uh, hey, Lindsey," I mumbled, awkwardly letting out a breath.

You see, this girl, that I've begun to learn the name of, has been pestering me a ton lately. For the past few days, she's been trying to talk to me and I couldn't imagine why. I thought she got annoyed of me at the party but our recent conversations would say otherwise.

I don't want to be rude though, but I often think of telling her to leave me be. I just don't exactly love when she keeps talking to me in a voice that seems to be a try-hard seducer.

And plus, she was one of the people who think Zayn and I should be a couple, so I don't really get her deal.

"How've you been lately?" she asked, leaning against the locker.