Perfect Act
The Girl From Last Night
Liam's PoV
As we piled into 2 taxis- me Harry and Zayn in one, Louis Niall and Bella in the other (a third for our luggage, the rest was being sent over in a few days)- I could feel my palms sweating and I knew my face was pale, though I did my best to act like nothing was wrong. But how could I? I had met Bella before. I couldn't stop thinking about it. She was the girl from last night.
**The Night Before**
"Mate where the hell are you going at 11 o'clock" I smiled at a confused Zayn.
"I'm going for a walk." I replied simply. He shrugged and went back to watching Aussie footy, flinching every time someone was tackled. I couldn't blame him. Compared to either Brittish or American football, AFL was brutal.
I left the hotel we were staying at overnight, tomorrow we would be moving in with Nialls friend, Bella, but we had agreed to come separately to make it harder for the paps to figure out. I took in a deep breath. The air smelt so fresh and clean. I couldn't wait to spend nearly a whole year here in Australia. Louis and I were so happy that management agreed to fly Eleanor and Danielle over after a month. Nine months with Danielle in Australia. Screw Paris and Italy, I was going to make this place the most romantic country.
I was smiling to myself when I passed an alleyway and saw something in would never forget. A girl was lying limp in a very small but still noticeable pool of blood in only her underwear. My eyes widened and I ran over to the girl and started speaking to her in the hopes that she would respond. After about 30 seconds I was about to call the police when the girl made a soft noise and moved her head. She opened her eyes a small amount then they shot open and she started shaking. She tried to sit up and I told her she should lay down. She looked at me, only then noticing I was there then her eyes widened even further and she looked down to her almost naked body. I blushed and instantly gave my jacket to her then looked around for her clothes. I spotted them in the corner and surprisingly they didn't look like they had been damaged very badly. As I gave them to the girl she took them without looking at me.
"Oh my god," she whispered and slowly brought her hand up to her mouth. A wash of sympathy along with anger and hate towards whoever had done this to her swept over me and I went to comfort the girl only to be pushed away my her. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up at with a look of pure hate. I was a little taken a back and I quickly moved a little further away and held my hands up in a surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt you I promise. I just want to help you." She scowled at me.
"I don't need your help I'll be fine, just go." I started at her in utter shock, wondering if I had misheard her. But the look on her face made it clear as day that that's what she said.
"Uhh-were you....."
"Raped. Nah shit Sherlock" I was confused at why she was acting like it wasn't that much of a big deal.
"Umm well.." I tried to figure out what to say "Do you want me to call the police?" She looked at me as if I had three heads.
"No" she said simply.
"Ahh ok then. Are you sure, then they could catch whoever um did this," she rolled her eyes and muttered something I wasn't sure If I was supposed to hear,
"Don't worry I know perfectly well know he is," she stood up,putting her clothes back on in a way that hid any blood. She then turned back around to me and you would think that by the way she was looking, I had done this to her.
"You can go now" she said with more sass than Louis. A froze. Did she just tell me to leave? Now it was my turn to scoff.
"Look I don't care how well you think you can handle yourself but I just found you half naked unconscious in an alleyway after you had been raped by someone you know. I'm not a fucking dickhead so Im not going to just leave you here." I regretted the words as soon as I had spoken them. She turned her head away and I couldn't see more tears fall. Shit. I was a fucking dickhead.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean any of that I just want to help you" I took a step forward and she took a step back. "Pleas just tell me your name" She narrowed her eyes.
"You are a complete stranger who was walking in an alleyway at-" she looked up to the sky- "11 o'clock at night."-how did she do that?- "You found me almost naked and didnt even bother covering me up. What makes you think I would give you my name." It dumbfounded me that someone who had just been through what she had been through wasn't acting even the least bit hurt or sad, just really pissed off. Although I guess she did have a point with the whole not telling me her name thing.
"Ok, you don't need to tell me your name. I'm Liam. Liam Payne." Her head snapped up. Was she a fan? She didn't seem like the fan-type girl, although it wasn't really fair to judge her at a time like this.
"Shit shit SHIT! Your Liam Payne?! Are you fucking kidding me!!!" She whisper screamed. Somehow finding out who I was had made her even more angry. I really wasn't making a good first impression on her.
"Alright, you want to help me? Then promise me something." I nodded my head at her.
"You leave and you pretend you never saw me. When you go back to wherever you are staying you do not tell anyone what happened. As far as everyone else is concerned you just went on a walk and enjoyed the Sydney sky or something, you do not tell anyone, not even one of your band mates about ANYTHING! And if you ever see me again you do not register any look of surprise or recognition. You act like you have never seen me before and that you are meeting me for the first time. This NEVER happened. Ok?" I just stared at her. What the hell was she talking about? When were we going to see each other again? I didn't want to just leave her here but she seemed dead set on making me leave.
"OKAY!?" She pressed. I swallowed.
"Okay." And with that I left her.
**Flashback over**
Now I knew why she had made me promise those things. She had realised we would see each other the next day and wanted to give the boys no reason to question her or think we had met before. What was going to happen with Bella? I would have to talk to her about it, right? I couldn't just act like it never happened. But I would keep my promise of acting like I had never met her and make pointless small talk in front of the guys. I would get to know the Bella she wanted the us to know, but I wasn't going to forget about last night. About what happened. About who she was. Never would I forget the girl from last night.
As we piled into 2 taxis- me Harry and Zayn in one, Louis Niall and Bella in the other (a third for our luggage, the rest was being sent over in a few days)- I could feel my palms sweating and I knew my face was pale, though I did my best to act like nothing was wrong. But how could I? I had met Bella before. I couldn't stop thinking about it. She was the girl from last night.
**The Night Before**
"Mate where the hell are you going at 11 o'clock" I smiled at a confused Zayn.
"I'm going for a walk." I replied simply. He shrugged and went back to watching Aussie footy, flinching every time someone was tackled. I couldn't blame him. Compared to either Brittish or American football, AFL was brutal.
I left the hotel we were staying at overnight, tomorrow we would be moving in with Nialls friend, Bella, but we had agreed to come separately to make it harder for the paps to figure out. I took in a deep breath. The air smelt so fresh and clean. I couldn't wait to spend nearly a whole year here in Australia. Louis and I were so happy that management agreed to fly Eleanor and Danielle over after a month. Nine months with Danielle in Australia. Screw Paris and Italy, I was going to make this place the most romantic country.
I was smiling to myself when I passed an alleyway and saw something in would never forget. A girl was lying limp in a very small but still noticeable pool of blood in only her underwear. My eyes widened and I ran over to the girl and started speaking to her in the hopes that she would respond. After about 30 seconds I was about to call the police when the girl made a soft noise and moved her head. She opened her eyes a small amount then they shot open and she started shaking. She tried to sit up and I told her she should lay down. She looked at me, only then noticing I was there then her eyes widened even further and she looked down to her almost naked body. I blushed and instantly gave my jacket to her then looked around for her clothes. I spotted them in the corner and surprisingly they didn't look like they had been damaged very badly. As I gave them to the girl she took them without looking at me.
"Oh my god," she whispered and slowly brought her hand up to her mouth. A wash of sympathy along with anger and hate towards whoever had done this to her swept over me and I went to comfort the girl only to be pushed away my her. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked up at with a look of pure hate. I was a little taken a back and I quickly moved a little further away and held my hands up in a surrender.
"I'm not going to hurt you I promise. I just want to help you." She scowled at me.
"I don't need your help I'll be fine, just go." I started at her in utter shock, wondering if I had misheard her. But the look on her face made it clear as day that that's what she said.
"Uhh-were you....."
"Raped. Nah shit Sherlock" I was confused at why she was acting like it wasn't that much of a big deal.
"Umm well.." I tried to figure out what to say "Do you want me to call the police?" She looked at me as if I had three heads.
"No" she said simply.
"Ahh ok then. Are you sure, then they could catch whoever um did this," she rolled her eyes and muttered something I wasn't sure If I was supposed to hear,
"Don't worry I know perfectly well know he is," she stood up,putting her clothes back on in a way that hid any blood. She then turned back around to me and you would think that by the way she was looking, I had done this to her.
"You can go now" she said with more sass than Louis. A froze. Did she just tell me to leave? Now it was my turn to scoff.
"Look I don't care how well you think you can handle yourself but I just found you half naked unconscious in an alleyway after you had been raped by someone you know. I'm not a fucking dickhead so Im not going to just leave you here." I regretted the words as soon as I had spoken them. She turned her head away and I couldn't see more tears fall. Shit. I was a fucking dickhead.
"I'm so sorry I didn't mean any of that I just want to help you" I took a step forward and she took a step back. "Pleas just tell me your name" She narrowed her eyes.
"You are a complete stranger who was walking in an alleyway at-" she looked up to the sky- "11 o'clock at night."-how did she do that?- "You found me almost naked and didnt even bother covering me up. What makes you think I would give you my name." It dumbfounded me that someone who had just been through what she had been through wasn't acting even the least bit hurt or sad, just really pissed off. Although I guess she did have a point with the whole not telling me her name thing.
"Ok, you don't need to tell me your name. I'm Liam. Liam Payne." Her head snapped up. Was she a fan? She didn't seem like the fan-type girl, although it wasn't really fair to judge her at a time like this.
"Shit shit SHIT! Your Liam Payne?! Are you fucking kidding me!!!" She whisper screamed. Somehow finding out who I was had made her even more angry. I really wasn't making a good first impression on her.
"Alright, you want to help me? Then promise me something." I nodded my head at her.
"You leave and you pretend you never saw me. When you go back to wherever you are staying you do not tell anyone what happened. As far as everyone else is concerned you just went on a walk and enjoyed the Sydney sky or something, you do not tell anyone, not even one of your band mates about ANYTHING! And if you ever see me again you do not register any look of surprise or recognition. You act like you have never seen me before and that you are meeting me for the first time. This NEVER happened. Ok?" I just stared at her. What the hell was she talking about? When were we going to see each other again? I didn't want to just leave her here but she seemed dead set on making me leave.
"OKAY!?" She pressed. I swallowed.
"Okay." And with that I left her.
**Flashback over**
Now I knew why she had made me promise those things. She had realised we would see each other the next day and wanted to give the boys no reason to question her or think we had met before. What was going to happen with Bella? I would have to talk to her about it, right? I couldn't just act like it never happened. But I would keep my promise of acting like I had never met her and make pointless small talk in front of the guys. I would get to know the Bella she wanted the us to know, but I wasn't going to forget about last night. About what happened. About who she was. Never would I forget the girl from last night.
Notes
Sorry it's a little shorter but I hope it's good!
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Holy fuck I need to know what happens. Please just tell me Harry and Bella make it through everything and end up together because I might lose my mind if not. This is so good but holy shit my emotions
11/18/16