BROKEN
Chapter 10- It's Perfect
LIAM POV-
As I watched her fragile body make its way towards the bathroom, I couldn’t help myself from yearning to know more about this girl.
There was just so much more hidden behind that smile.
Once she slowly drifted out of sight, I picked up our empty cups and filthy napkins and brought them over to the nearby garbage can. Throwing it away, I felt a small tap on my back.
I spun around to come face to face with the freckled young lady who was working behind the counter before. She had a pen and sheet of paper in her hands and smiled shyly at me. I knew where this was going.
“Are..you..erm..Liam Puh..Payne?” she stuttered, not daring to look me in the eyes.
“Yes I am sweetie,” I said, bending down to her level. She was much shorter than me for an approximate fifteen year old.
Her cheeks blushed a glowing pink as she fiddled with the objects she was holding.
“I’m a HUUUUGE fan,” she gushed, suddenly becoming much more confidant.
“Aw really?”
“Yes, and I was wondering if I could maybe erm..get your autograph?”
“Of course you can!”
She clapped her hands and jumped up and down in excitement. Her endearing smile grew as I began to sign the lined paper.
When I finished, she threw her skinny arms around my waist into a joyful hug. God, I really love our fans.
“Thank you so much!” she squealed.
“No problem babe.”
From the corner of my eye, Alexandra still didn’t come back from the bathroom. I wondered what was taking her so long.
“Sorry I must go. It was lovely meeting you.”
“You too!”
She waved goodbye with a grin still plastered on her face and I watched as she skipped her way over to the cash register.
Sitting back down at the table I had just cleaned, I let my mind rewind back to the lovely encounter I just had with such an adorable directioner.
After all this time, I’m still not used to the fame.
The dedicated fangirls, constant interviews, red carpet events or even paparazzi moments are still astonishing to me. I mean, I certainly did not expect my life to end up the way it did.
But I couldn’t be more happier about the way it turned out.
I feel like every place I go, everyone knows my name. Although having no privacy can sometimes be an issue, the love and support I receive makes up for it. It’s so weird to think about.
Wait a second.
Did Alexandra not know who I was? Or was she pretending that she didn’t?
My thoughts went on overload.
If she was clueless about One Direction, how was I possibly going to explain such a big part of my life to her? Just slip it into conversation? “Well hey, I’m in the worlds biggest boy band…It’s not a huge deal or anything and I hope we can still stay friends!” Yeah right. That would have her running off in no time.
BUT If she was aware of my background, could she be some crazy psycho path that may potentially kill me in my sleep? Naw I doubt it…but there’s always a possibility.
Suppressing my thoughts, I closed my eyes. Hoping the ringing from my migraine would go away, I scratched the back of my head and let out a sigh.
I had come to the conclusion that she really had no idea about any of my fame nor fortune and I kinda liked it that way.
For once, somebody wasn’t pestering me for a photo or using me for my money. She made the decision to come and eat breakfast with me. Just Me. Not Liam Payne from One Direction.
Just Liam.
I tried to yield all of my annoying thoughts, but one question kept buzzing in my brain.
How do I bring her inside the hotel without making a scene? By now, I’m sure it’s surrounded by high-pitched, screaming girls.
I don’t wanna scare Al or make her feel intimidated. That is the LAST thing I want to do.
I wish Paul were here. He would know exactly how to handle this.
Shit. Paul.
Immediately, I regretted the decision I made this morning when I chose not to tell him my whereabouts.
Silly me for thinking I would only be gone for no more than an hour.
Looking down at my Rolex watch, it was now 11:15. As my buddy Louis would say, time flies when you’re having fun.
In a way, if someone else was in my shoes they may consider this day kind of depressing.
To me, it wasn’t.
I liked spending time with Alexandra.
There was something about her that was just…I don’t know…special?
But yes, I am still in utter shock. When I tried to imagine someone hurting her deliberately, it brought pain to my heart. But don’t get me wrong, just because she has a rough past doesn’t make me regret spotting her underneath that maple tree.
Trying not to think about the agonizing news she just told me seconds ago, I gave my head a rest. For right now, I was focusing on the present.
Groaning, I knew Paul was going to be infuriated with me and I wasn’t in the mood for his long lectures. I reached in the pocket of my basketball shorts and grudgingly pulled out my blackberry that was lighting up nonstop.
(11) Unread Text Messages.
Not even bothering to read through his rants, I called him up instead. After one ring, he answered.
Typical Paul.
“Liam why weren’t you responding to my messages? Are you okay? All of the boys woke up an hour ago, so I thought you might’ve still been sleeping but then I went in your room and you well, you weren’t there! Where are you? You didn’t even leave a note or anything! I’ve been going insane. Out of all people, you know something bad could have happened and-”
“PAUL!” I shouted.
He was rambling so fast that he wouldn’t even give me a chance to say a word. I bet if I didn’t cut him off, he would have babbled on all day.
He paused, giving me the initiative to speak and I gracefully took the opportunity. His breathing was so heavy that it muffled my speakers. Man, he was having a nervous breakdown.
“Look I’m sorry. I need you to pick me…well me and a friend up.”
“Where are you? And what friend? Who are you with?”
Gosh, he really asked a lot of questions.
“ I’m at the Caroline Café it’s about a mile away and I need you to do me a favor.”
“Why are you there? And you still haven’t answered all of my questions Liam. But what is you’re favor?”
“I will answer them all when I see you and my uh..friend is staying at the hotel tonight.”
“Mhmm..”he hummed waiting for me to continue.
“She…well she doesn’t know about my..uh job and I haven’t explained that to her yet. So, I need you to pick us up so we can enter through the back of the hotel.”
“Alright I’ll be there ASAP”
“Thanks. I love you Pauly.”
I could hear him laughing to himself, “haha love you too”
And from there, we both hung up.
It must’ve been perfect timing cause Alexandra emerged into sight. She was trudging her yellow polka dot suitcase behind her with her hair in a side ponytail. As she appeared inches away, I viewed her pretty little face that was now concealed with makeup.
“Hey loser” she said as she stuck her tongue out at me. I guess her emotions shifted rather quickly. I enjoyed the happy Alexandra and could definitely get used to it.
“Well hello to you to” I said in a fake, low-spirited tone as I did my best to show the finest puppy dog face I could manage.
She giggled and brought me into a warm hug.
Rubbing her cheek against mine she whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”
Feeling ataken back considering I didn’t exactly do anything for her, I responded with, “Thanks for what?”
Pulling away from our embrace, she shrugged.
“Everything I guess”
Without even trying, those words tugged upon the corner of my lips as a cheesy smiled appeared. Oh how
awkward.
“My uh..friend is coming to pick us up. Is that..um alright?”
“It’s perfect.”
As I watched her fragile body make its way towards the bathroom, I couldn’t help myself from yearning to know more about this girl.
There was just so much more hidden behind that smile.
Once she slowly drifted out of sight, I picked up our empty cups and filthy napkins and brought them over to the nearby garbage can. Throwing it away, I felt a small tap on my back.
I spun around to come face to face with the freckled young lady who was working behind the counter before. She had a pen and sheet of paper in her hands and smiled shyly at me. I knew where this was going.
“Are..you..erm..Liam Puh..Payne?” she stuttered, not daring to look me in the eyes.
“Yes I am sweetie,” I said, bending down to her level. She was much shorter than me for an approximate fifteen year old.
Her cheeks blushed a glowing pink as she fiddled with the objects she was holding.
“I’m a HUUUUGE fan,” she gushed, suddenly becoming much more confidant.
“Aw really?”
“Yes, and I was wondering if I could maybe erm..get your autograph?”
“Of course you can!”
She clapped her hands and jumped up and down in excitement. Her endearing smile grew as I began to sign the lined paper.
When I finished, she threw her skinny arms around my waist into a joyful hug. God, I really love our fans.
“Thank you so much!” she squealed.
“No problem babe.”
From the corner of my eye, Alexandra still didn’t come back from the bathroom. I wondered what was taking her so long.
“Sorry I must go. It was lovely meeting you.”
“You too!”
She waved goodbye with a grin still plastered on her face and I watched as she skipped her way over to the cash register.
Sitting back down at the table I had just cleaned, I let my mind rewind back to the lovely encounter I just had with such an adorable directioner.
After all this time, I’m still not used to the fame.
The dedicated fangirls, constant interviews, red carpet events or even paparazzi moments are still astonishing to me. I mean, I certainly did not expect my life to end up the way it did.
But I couldn’t be more happier about the way it turned out.
I feel like every place I go, everyone knows my name. Although having no privacy can sometimes be an issue, the love and support I receive makes up for it. It’s so weird to think about.
Wait a second.
Did Alexandra not know who I was? Or was she pretending that she didn’t?
My thoughts went on overload.
If she was clueless about One Direction, how was I possibly going to explain such a big part of my life to her? Just slip it into conversation? “Well hey, I’m in the worlds biggest boy band…It’s not a huge deal or anything and I hope we can still stay friends!” Yeah right. That would have her running off in no time.
BUT If she was aware of my background, could she be some crazy psycho path that may potentially kill me in my sleep? Naw I doubt it…but there’s always a possibility.
Suppressing my thoughts, I closed my eyes. Hoping the ringing from my migraine would go away, I scratched the back of my head and let out a sigh.
I had come to the conclusion that she really had no idea about any of my fame nor fortune and I kinda liked it that way.
For once, somebody wasn’t pestering me for a photo or using me for my money. She made the decision to come and eat breakfast with me. Just Me. Not Liam Payne from One Direction.
Just Liam.
I tried to yield all of my annoying thoughts, but one question kept buzzing in my brain.
How do I bring her inside the hotel without making a scene? By now, I’m sure it’s surrounded by high-pitched, screaming girls.
I don’t wanna scare Al or make her feel intimidated. That is the LAST thing I want to do.
I wish Paul were here. He would know exactly how to handle this.
Shit. Paul.
Immediately, I regretted the decision I made this morning when I chose not to tell him my whereabouts.
Silly me for thinking I would only be gone for no more than an hour.
Looking down at my Rolex watch, it was now 11:15. As my buddy Louis would say, time flies when you’re having fun.
In a way, if someone else was in my shoes they may consider this day kind of depressing.
To me, it wasn’t.
I liked spending time with Alexandra.
There was something about her that was just…I don’t know…special?
But yes, I am still in utter shock. When I tried to imagine someone hurting her deliberately, it brought pain to my heart. But don’t get me wrong, just because she has a rough past doesn’t make me regret spotting her underneath that maple tree.
Trying not to think about the agonizing news she just told me seconds ago, I gave my head a rest. For right now, I was focusing on the present.
Groaning, I knew Paul was going to be infuriated with me and I wasn’t in the mood for his long lectures. I reached in the pocket of my basketball shorts and grudgingly pulled out my blackberry that was lighting up nonstop.
(11) Unread Text Messages.
Not even bothering to read through his rants, I called him up instead. After one ring, he answered.
Typical Paul.
“Liam why weren’t you responding to my messages? Are you okay? All of the boys woke up an hour ago, so I thought you might’ve still been sleeping but then I went in your room and you well, you weren’t there! Where are you? You didn’t even leave a note or anything! I’ve been going insane. Out of all people, you know something bad could have happened and-”
“PAUL!” I shouted.
He was rambling so fast that he wouldn’t even give me a chance to say a word. I bet if I didn’t cut him off, he would have babbled on all day.
He paused, giving me the initiative to speak and I gracefully took the opportunity. His breathing was so heavy that it muffled my speakers. Man, he was having a nervous breakdown.
“Look I’m sorry. I need you to pick me…well me and a friend up.”
“Where are you? And what friend? Who are you with?”
Gosh, he really asked a lot of questions.
“ I’m at the Caroline Café it’s about a mile away and I need you to do me a favor.”
“Why are you there? And you still haven’t answered all of my questions Liam. But what is you’re favor?”
“I will answer them all when I see you and my uh..friend is staying at the hotel tonight.”
“Mhmm..”he hummed waiting for me to continue.
“She…well she doesn’t know about my..uh job and I haven’t explained that to her yet. So, I need you to pick us up so we can enter through the back of the hotel.”
“Alright I’ll be there ASAP”
“Thanks. I love you Pauly.”
I could hear him laughing to himself, “haha love you too”
And from there, we both hung up.
It must’ve been perfect timing cause Alexandra emerged into sight. She was trudging her yellow polka dot suitcase behind her with her hair in a side ponytail. As she appeared inches away, I viewed her pretty little face that was now concealed with makeup.
“Hey loser” she said as she stuck her tongue out at me. I guess her emotions shifted rather quickly. I enjoyed the happy Alexandra and could definitely get used to it.
“Well hello to you to” I said in a fake, low-spirited tone as I did my best to show the finest puppy dog face I could manage.
She giggled and brought me into a warm hug.
Rubbing her cheek against mine she whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”
Feeling ataken back considering I didn’t exactly do anything for her, I responded with, “Thanks for what?”
Pulling away from our embrace, she shrugged.
“Everything I guess”
Without even trying, those words tugged upon the corner of my lips as a cheesy smiled appeared. Oh how
awkward.
“My uh..friend is coming to pick us up. Is that..um alright?”
“It’s perfect.”
Notes
A/N please comment! please! I really would love to know how you're feeling about this story! i have so many ideas so vote, subscribe and comment! YOUR OPINION MATTERS. this story is gonna get so very intense....please let me know your thoughts. hate it? love it?WOAHHH. IS THERE A LITTLE LIAM AND ALEXANDRA LOVEY DOVEY ISHH GOING ON OR ARE THEY JUST FRIENDS? HMMM....
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