Photograph// Liam Payne

Photograph// Liam Payne

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I'm Liam Payne. The epitome of bad boy. Living dangerously? I get off on it. If you heard about that kid in school with the motorbike who wore all the leather and lived to party, that's me. Girls? They aren't a priority. Everyone's intimidated by me, and that's how I like it. Or at least, I used to. Until that day, when I got off a bus and turned around to see her taking that goddamn photograph. I'm Claire Anderson. Carefree. Innocent. Well, most of the time. Sassy? Sometimes. My mantra is to capture every moment of life, whether it be happy, sad, angry or scary. That's why I snap everything that catches my eye. Including the guy on the bus that Christmas Eve with those painfully revealing eyes.
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This is Liam Payne FanFic- Avalon Syms never grew up with a normal life. After her father dieing and her mother turning her back, she discovers she is more than nothing. Soon Liam Payne sees her and instantly feels something. They are both attracted to each other, especially when he finds out that she sings. "I was in the winter of my life- and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three months down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not very popular one, I once has dreams of becoming a beautiful poet- but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again- sparkling and broken. But I didn't really mind it because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living- they asked me why. But theres no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied you head. I was always an unusual girl, No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide as wavering as the sea. And if I said that I didn't plan for it to turn out this way Id be lying- because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one- who belonged to everyone, who had nothing- who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn't even talk about- and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me." ~Avalon Sydeny Syms © 2013

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