Sing for the Moment: Chapter 1

The show was called “Sing for the Moment.” It was the first year it would be airing on television and the best singers from all over the world had lined up for hours waiting to be tested on their skill in order to have a chance to stand in the prestigious Four Seasons hotel in Chicago, Illinois. So, as Daylin Hayes walked into the lobby of the frivilous building, she didn’t take it for granted at all. She shouldered her bag and found that she was awed by the sheer size of the hotel. She could never have afforded anything like this on her own. She didn’t even want to see the bill the producers were going to have to pick up to have twelve people staying here until their other arrangements were ready. At least that’s what she had been told: the twelve contestants would be staying in a hotel in central Chicago until such a time that a suitable living condition was decided upon. She was standing in the middle of the marble floor when a heavy shoulder pushed her small form forward from behind. She looked at a dark haired male, a lot taller that she was, passing.

"Excuse you," she murmured. The man stopped and turned toward her, his black back held on his back by shoulder straps. He looked at her for a long time, as if assessing her. She wasn’t one to let anyone intimidate her however, and stared back with equal grace. He finally blinked at her and then stuck his hand out at her. She looked at it tentatively, her eyebrows raised.

"I’m Max," he murmured in a British accent that caught Daylin off guard, "Max George. Sorry for the rude welcome." She chuckled, letting her shoulders drop, and didn’t shake his hand.

"Charmed, I’m sure," she blustered and then turned away from him, leaving him standing where he was. She walked toward a long, wooden table with a sign that read, "Sing for the Moment contestant check-in." She looked around to see if any of the other contestants had arrived, but no one seemed to be walking toward the table at all. She sighed, shrugging, and picked up the pen, smiling at the red-headed woman behind the desk. She wrote her name next to the printed version on the paper and then set the pen back down next to it.

"Daylin, huh?" a voice came behind her, "Interesting name." She looked up at Max, who had peeked over her shoulder and was reading the paper. She rolled her eyes.

"Do you mind?" she asked and then looked up at the red-haired woman again, "I’m in the middle of something."

"Well, as it happens," Max said, picking up the pen, "I happen to be in the middle of the same thing." Daylin blinked at him and then watched him scrawl his name messily onto the paper as well.

"Peachy," she said quietly and the woman at the desk smirked at her. She reached across the table and handed Daylin a white folder with her name printed across the front.

"Welcome to ‘Sing for the Moment,’ Daylin," she smiled, "All of your information is here along with the key to your room. We will be contacting you soon with further instruction." Daylin smiled at the woman.

"Thank you," she said politely and then turned away, opening the folder. A shadow cast over the papers under her eyes and she sighed, turning.

"Max, I-" she started, but stopped when she realized that it wasn’t Max standing behind her, but a tall girl with curly and dark hair.

"Oh," she muttered, "I’m sorry. I thought you were-" She was cut off.

"Max?" the girl asked - another British accent plagued her speech - and then smirked, "Yeah, he was in my audition. He’s sort of arrogant." Daylin chuckled.

"He seems to be," she admitted. The girl laughed and then stuck her hand out.

"I’m Lily," she said. Daylin grasped her hand and shook it.

"I’m Daylin," she said. Lily smiled at her again, dropping her hand.

"Well Daylin," Lily said, "I’m going to head up to my room. See you soon!" With that, Lily turned on her heel and stalked off toward the elevator. Daylin sighed and watched a line of people forming to sign their names on the check-in paper. She watched another dark-haired male step away from the table, this one more baby-faced than Max. He opened his folder - it had the name "Liam" printed on the front - and started rifling through the papers as she had done. She sighed and decided to make her way up to her room to shower and rest after her long flight to this unfamiliar place and the daunting task ahead of her.

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Sing for the Moment: Prologue

The sidewalks were a lot darker than they had first been when he had first walked into the building and for that Liam was grateful. The remaining people who were standing behind the roped off areas didn’t really need to see how red his face was or how close it was to shattering from the smile that just wasn’t leaving it. It wasn’t as if he had expect not to make it; it was just that he knew how many phenomenal singers there were in England, let alone the rest of the world. And this was a worldwide competition.

The memory of his audition was going to stick in his mind forever, branded there with a sort of dream-like mist around the edges. The fact that he was walking away with a card bearing the address of the hotel he needed to check-in to in Chicago, Illinois the following week was somewhat of an exciting feat. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs to the brim with the cold night air, and blew it out. This was all he had waited for: a chance. He had to make it. There wasn’t any other choice for him. This was all he wanted to do and he would stop eating, sleeping, breathing for that. He just had to make it that far…

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As you’ll remember, a while ago, my male friend and I came up with a Liam Payne fan fiction prompt to see who could write the better story. 

We’ve come up with another one but this is for one large story. It is a male and a female perspective on a song fiction. He’s writing from Liam’s point of view, I’m writing from the female’s. I will have them up soon! =)

ALSO. If you have any LIAM PAYNE FAN FICTION requests, send them to my inbox =) I need some writing inspiration!

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Bottoms Up: Liam Payne story prompt challenge.

One of my friends and I decided to do a short story prompt challenge. We would both write a short story based on the short details we agreed upon. It’s up to you guys to decide you think did the better job based on these prompt details:

-Must be a smut based story.
-Must include something about the August 29, 2014 Chicago WWA show.
-Must include me as the main character.
-Must be written about Liam Payne.
-Must include something out a hotel room with no air conditioning.
-Must include something about my hair being extremely long.
-Must include heavy drinking.
-Must include the line, “Don’t you fucking dare; I’m not finished with you yet” (Or some form of it).
-Must be based on the song “Bottoms Up” by Brantley Gilbert.

With those in mind, see you you think followed the prompt most closely and also did the best job. His story will be first, mine will be posted directly after. Message me your choice or reblog with your choice.

Entry #1:

Jade smirked. This night was going her way.

After hanging out at the bar where Liam was playing on his birthday in Chicago, she had successfully managed to secure his attention for long enough that his tipsy self was focusing less on her voice and more on her tits. Normally, in a man, that would be a total write-off, but in this case, Liam was drunk (as usual, these days, worryingly) and her entire mission tonight was to bed him.

Jade would pretend to drop a coaster, or her purse, and bend down slowly enough that she could feel his eyes poking right through her shirt. Like any classy girl, Jade knew how to squat to pick something up instead of bending over, but this time, she bent right over. She wanted him to try and peek up her miniskirt, and telling by the way his eyes sloppily tried to come back up to hers when she made eye contact with him again, he was. This was working.

She chatted him up all night, capturing his attention with a mixture of discussion about music, to which a strong education and level of experience was definitely helping, and her lustful attire, which was doing the rest of the work. Liam was hooked on her and the longer time went on, the more inebriated he got (she was drinking at a quarter his pace), the closer things sped towards the eventual “let’s go back to my hotel”. Those words were making her wet just thinking about them, the anticipation killing her. Liam had been trying to undress her all night with his eyes; she was dying to give him the chance to do it with his hands.
Over the loud music, Liam was clearly becoming more anxious to leave despite the enrapturing conversation he was in. He had told her many times during the course of their talking that he had never had such enriching topics to discuss with a fan; most of them just wanted to talk about his hair or the other band members or their play count of his songs on iTunes. Jade was different; Jade was discussing the subtleties of different guitars and the choices of notes that they used – even in some of their most successful songs. Liam was engaged and interested. Jade was internally squealing … and wet. Very wet.

Eventually Jade found herself walking with Liam a few blocks west to his hotel. They had a car outside and while Liam was inebriated, his sense of direction and sturdiness were still about him, so they decided to take in the Chicago air and walk the eight or so minutes. During this time, he had his arm around her waist. He initiated that, to which Jades heart fluttered and she flushed, which he hadn’t noticed, thank fuck.

“Of all the members of your group, I do believe you to be the manliest,” she said to him in the elevator, which earned her an earnest smile.
“I’ve never heard that before. Usually I get called cute.” That earned him an honest smirk back, and knowing they had at least a few moments of privacy, Jade stepped closer to him.

“Cute does not even begin to describe you.” She said, biting her lower lip, which Liam watched carefully. As soon as the bell rang and the doors open, he walked with her to his room with a slightly quicker pace.
The door slammed shut and Jade slammed Liam against it, pushing her body up against his. He was surprised at her aggression but any surprise on his face was missed when she kissed him, hard, her hands finding his and clutching them. They kissed for a long enough time that neither of them knew how long it was. Liam’s next thought that entered his mind came in the form of a whisper from Jade: “I know why you drink.” He froze.

“It’s okay.” She stepped back and stared at him, and he stared back, unsure what to think or feel. “It’s okay. I know how hard this life is. I’m right on track to dive headfirst into it myself and I know exactly how hard this is. You don’t have to apologize to me.”
She stepped closer to him again, seeing that his whole body was communicating that he was a little relieved at what he was hearing.

“What I do want, is to see what you’re masking under there.” She kissed him again as one of her hands brushed against the front of his jeans, feeling his erection. “I want to see your anger, your frustration, and your fury. Show it to me.” She squeezed his cock and got what she was hoping for in return – a hard kiss back and his hands moving up her shirt.

Liam slipped off Jade’s shirt in one deft move, leaving her in a lacy bra and her miniskirt. He licked his lips and slipped off his shirt, revealing his famous steel-cut and beautiful figure. Jade was always unbelievably attracted to this man, but seeing him topless in person was enough to flood her with arousal.

She stepped close and pushed herself up against him once more, letting her fingernails run down his sides, tracing his ribs, while Liam’s fingertips pushed under the hem of her skirt. Jade let him slide down so he was squatting and pull her skirt off, to which the first thing he did was tug her panties aside and place his mouth on her pelvic bone and sucked. She let out a solid moan, totally not expecting to find his lips there, and her arms braced the door she had pushed him up against.

Liam’s hands ran up and down her legs and touched them hard. She felt him dragging his nails across her skin while he squatted down there, topless and still in his jeans, sucking on parts of her upper thigh, moving to just above her panty line, switching to her other leg, and in general teasing her pussy with his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating from it and could smell her sweet scent. He wanted nothing more than to rip them off and put his face between her legs, but the teasing was going to work to his advantage.

Jade couldn’t handle it anymore and reached down to tug Liam back up to her. She once again pushed him hard against the door and reciprocated with her mouth on his chest, sucking hard, making it hurt. She had no idea whether he enjoyed the pain until “fucking lord that’s sexy” came breathlessly out of his mouth. She smirked, placing a line of hickeys across his chest and abs. She squatted now, having tossed her skirt aside, in her panties, and sucked on his pelvic bones, which were so beautifully defined and sexy. His fingers ran through her hair and her fingers slowly worked off the button and zipper on his jeans.

Liam was almost too distracted by the feeling of her lips on his skin to notice that she had taken hold of his cock, but suddenly he looked down and she was looking up at him, the head of his cock on her open-mouthed tongue, just teasing him to death. Liam bit his lip and exhaled, watching Jade rub the bottom of his head against her tongue, never losing eye contact with him.

“Do it,” he said, thrusting his cock further into her mouth. She obliged and wrapped her lips around his eight inches. She had never experienced girth like him before and it was incredible; she could barely fit her mouth around him, but was able to deep throat him just the same. Liam groaned and writhed in pleasure. Jade wanted to smirk if she hadn’t had his cock buried in her face; she imagined that few others before her had ever managed to fit it all in their mouths.

After Jade had gotten him close to orgasm no less than three times, she stood up and kissed him again. Something about the taste of his own cock on his lips made Liam go crazy with arousal. What he felt was magnified by her whispering in his ear, “I like it rough, baby. Show me what you can do.”

Liam’s eyes shifted and he dug a small remote out of his pocket. With the press of one button, a song Jade vaguely knew came pouring through Liam’s iPhone dock – Bottom’s Up by Brantley Gilbert. His eyes locked with hers and he bit his lip, digging a flask of whiskey out of his back pocket and taking a swig. He handed it to her, she took a drink, and then he said “Let’s do this.”

Suddenly Jade was whirled around and shoved against the door, much harder than she had shoved him. Liam planted a voracious kiss on her lips and pressed his cock against her panties, wanting to feel her heat. He felt his own. The heat not just coming off of his cock, but in the room – was the AC off? He could feel himself sweating. It was hotter in the room than it had been at noon, with the sun out. The sweat ran down his neck, and he could see that Jade was sweating too.

She gave him a devilish grin and bit her lip, dying to have his cock buried inside her. Jade squirmed at the very thought, looking him right in the eyes and saying “I’m not impressed.”

Liam smirked and grabbed Jade by the wrist, pulling her towards him, kissing her hard, and walking her over to the bed. He turned in such a way that her back was against it and pushed her hard onto the bed, her legs spreading in front of him. She bit her lip in dire anticipation.

“Face. Down. Ass. Up. Now.” He said, and she obeyed. Jade got up on her knees and grabbed a pillow, hugging it against the bed in anticipation of being absolutely railed by this man. She left her panties on, wanting him to tear them off. Liam didn’t disappoint.

Cause tonight it’s bottoms up
Throw it on down
Rock this quiet, little country town
Get up, drop a tailgate on ya truck
Find a keg and fill ya cup up
Kick it on back
Pretty little mama lookin’ at ya like that
Make ya wanna slide on in like “Girl, what’s up.”

Liam stepped out of his pants, turned the music up, took another swig of his flask and crawled onto the bed. He took hold of her panties and in one deft move, used both of his hands to tear her underwear straight in half and pull them off of her. Jade yelped and grinned into the pillow. That was so hot.

When she felt his cock slip between her cheeks, Jade pushed her butt up further towards him. She hoped her was staring down at her and admiring. Her question in her mind was answered when he said “damn, girl” and slipped his head between her lips. She could feel how large he was just from his head, and she shivered in anticipation, getting goose bumps. Jade pushed her pussy against him just a little bit, and felt Liam grab her ass hard, his other hand on his cock guiding it into her soaking wet entrance.

The heat in the room was causing both of them to pour sweat. Liam’s was racing down his abs and legs, and Jade felt hers running down her back and down her legs as well. Still, having her ass up in the open air on the bed was refreshing and felt deliciously sexy.

Liam had never had expectations like this placed on him before, but he heard her words when they entered the room. “What I do want, is to see what you’re masking under there.” What was he masking?

Anger. Mostly anger, for his fans, for his family. Anger that his life will never be ‘normal’ again. That he will never, until the day he dies, be able to just walk out of his house and down the street to a coffee joint and be with solely himself. That someone, somewhere will intrude. Because people are selfish and aren’t thinking about the person they’re intruding on before they just do it.

That everything is amazing, and he will never be happy.

Liam felt that anger, felt that emotion, felt it well up and felt it mix in with the pleasure he was feeling. It didn’t make sense – how could he be angry and feel good at the same time?

It wasn’t making sense logically, but it was still happening. Liam didn’t know what was happening or why, but he stared at Jade’s ass, her beautiful pussy and asshole entrenched between her gorgeous, sweat-dropped cheeks, and bit his lip. This was so hot, and his anger, his rage, was fuelling his lust, and it didn’t make a single bit of sense but he didn’t care anymore. He wanted this and here it was, ready for him. This woman – who the hell was she? A musician and so gorgeous and she didn’t seem interested in him because he was Liam Payne, Mister One Direction. She enjoyed his company and he enjoyed hers. Now, she had tapped into a part of him he had never felt before. Liam didn’t think he was probably going to leave in the morning.

Focusing back on her ass, Liam slipped his head into her entrance and made her moan. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t sit down,” he said to her. She nodded into the pillow. “I’m going to leave you raw and red and bruised, so sore that you’ll remember me every time you move,” he uttered. Jade nodded again, pushing her ass up against him. His cock rode up between her cheeks and she raised one hand behind her, spreading them for him.

“Just fuck me, you sexpot,” she had turned her head and gasped. Liam smirked and pushed his cock down again, his hand resting on her hand, grabbing her ass. He grabbed her hand and squeezed. The sight of her spread cheeks made him harder than he had ever been, and he was certain he was larger than he had ever seen himself.

Liam slipped his cock inside Jade with expected effortlessness – she was so, so dripping wet, both from her arousal and from the heat. The sweat pouring off of both of them and her juices were mixing to create a gorgeous smell in the room, accented by the smell of the whiskey in his flask. Liam and Jade both moaned as he entered her, and her moan increased as he slipped his entire eight inches and six inches of girth inside her pussy.

Jade saw stars flash across her vision. She had never, ever been penetrated by something so big, and it hurt for the first few thrusts. The pain was glorious, and she reveled in it and his animalistic grunts and thrusting. Liam knew what he was doing, despite being drunk as hell. This boy had no performance issues whatsoever. She gripped the sheets, her nipples getting more sensitive as he fucked her, brushing against the sheets of the bed.

Feeling Jade’s pussy clenching onto his cock nice and tight, Liam let himself go and allowed the rage to channel through him. He thrust into her hard, establishing a beautiful rhythm that Jade was enjoying immensely. The idea came to him suddenly, and without fully qualifying it, he slapped her ass.

Liam paused, still thrusting, but unsure of whether or not that was a good idea. Jade had paused in the same breath, having never once had her ass slapped before. It stung … but it felt very good.

“Harder, baby,” he heard her say, his question answered. He increased the pace of his thrusting, and slapped her ass even harder with his free hand, leaving a solid mark of his handprint. Jade cried out and moaned. Both of them were holding back so that they could let this last longer, and the longer they held back, the better both of their climaxes were going to be.

Wanting to turn this up, Liam started fucking Jade so hard that her legs started giving way beneath her and her ass was definitely no longer in the air. He was leaned over her, his hands holding him up on either side of her sides, and her legs were flat against the bed and almost together while he fucked her, nearly straddling her ass. In this position, Liam let his strength show off and held himself up with just one hand, using the other to claw his fingernails down her back, leaving heavy scratch marks and in a few areas, a small amount of blood, while his mouth got busy leaving hickies on her back. The pain from both his fingernails and his mouth while he thrust into her, and the slightly higher angle of his thrusting, was making Jade go insane with lust. He was going to fuck her straight into the floor.

The grunts Liam was making so close to her ears were bringing Jade so close to orgasm, she didn’t know how much she could hold it in anymore. She breathlessly whispered how close she was to climaxing, and that earned her a SMACK- really hard on her bum again. She felt the sting and yelped in surprise, not expecting it at all. Liam whispered “Don’t you dare, I’m not fucking done with you.” It wasn’t making her any less closer to orgasm, and if anything, his words were making her quiver.

Liam’s rage was in full swing. At first, the thoughts, the images associated with his rage were distracting him, but eventually he learned how to simply be with the feeling, to let it exist inside of him, to turn off his brain and just feel it. It was giving him an empowerment he had never once felt before, a way to channel this anger into lust instead of into drink. He knew that sex was when a lot of people mistakenly start falling in love with the person, only to regret it later, but goddamn it if he wasn’t falling in love with this gorgeous woman.

His way of showing appreciation? His (and her) newfound interest in spanking. He smacked her ass again, earning him a gorgeous yelp from Jade. Getting another devilish idea, Liam slipped himself out of Jade and sat back up on his knees. Jade yelped again, looking behind her to determine why she suddenly wasn’t filled with his cock, and he said “get back up here, now.”

Jade was happy to oblige, and got back on her knees, her butt in the air and resting against him. Instead of Liam slipping himself back inside her, he dragged his head along her pussy lips, even going past her entrance and dragging his head between her cheeks and across her asshole. He repeated this several times until she was clearly squirming, and then smacked her bum again.

“How badly do you want it?” He grunted at her.

“Fuck me, please, I need your cock, Liam,” Jade whimpered into the pillow. She was loving this domination, the rough way he was treating her. Now that he had stopped fucking her for a brief moment she could already feel the soreness kicking in, and it was a wonderful feeling.
Liam reached forward and grabbed Jade’s ponytail. Her hair was down to her butt, nice and long, and a beautiful dark brown. Jade yelped when he grabbed her hair, and she resisted by keeping her head down and to the side. This was also very new to her, and the pain was initially hard to deal with, but when Liam continued sliding his cock against her pussy, all the pleasure she had coursing through her body flooded back in that moment and mixed in with the pain.

Jade decided that she liked it.

“If you’re angry, I’m not seeing it,” Jade teased, with a smirk on her lips. She could just barely make eye contact with him from the way her head was turned, and each time he tugged on her hair it pulled her vision just a little further away from seeing him. She wanted him to fuck her while holding onto her hair, so that he could do it even harder. “Come on Liam. I’m still not impressed yet.”

This woman was the only person in the whole world Liam had found hard to impress. He took her up on the challenge.

Centering his cock back on her entrance, Liam thrust back into Jade once more. She was still just as wet as she was when he first thrust into her, and that first thrust felt just the same, incredible and mind-blowing. Liam had never lasted this long, but the mixture of pain, rage, and pleasure was hardening his resolve. Jade gripped the sheets, bunching them up in her hands as she bucked against Liam, so thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being filled by him. She was sure that no other man would ever be able to give her the same feeling of fullness. It was utter bliss, indescribably good.

Liam knew that they were both ready to collapse onto each other. He tugged on her hair, wrapping it around his hand easily, and barked “Is this what you want?!” to her, which got him a silent nod followed by the sexiest moan she had uttered all night. He pounded her so hard, he was starting to feel sore himself. His free hand continued to give her random, errant, and hard spankings, and her ass was raw and red from it, and the scratch marks he had given her earlier were still raw and red. Best of all, his pulling on her hair actually was working – it gave him an anchor and allowed himself to thrust into her deeper, harder.

Jade started to breathe harder. The mixture of all this pain, all this pleasure, the sounds of Liam’s grunting, the feeling of his solid cock inside her, it was too much. She lifted one hand and grabbed Liam’s hand, which was resting on her ass, and they both squeezed her ass together as she rode a loud and long, crashing orgasm, bucking hard into Liam so much that she was seated practically in his lap.

Liam allowed himself to release at just that time too, the image and the sounds of Jade climaxing that hard on top of his cock more than enough to send him into his own descent of crashing pleasure. Stars streaked across his vision as they both came hard; Jade’s orgasm was just starting to calm slightly when she felt Liam’s cum firing inside of her – thick, hot cords of cum that she felt burn pleasurably inside her pussy, making her cum a second time on top of him and in his lap.

Both Liam and Jade crashed down onto the bed on their sides, and Liam eventually gained enough strength to extract his cock from Jade (she wasn’t complaining) and lay beside her, facing her. Liam was drunk and now he was exhausted; Jade too was exhausted, less drunk, but still sore.

Neither of them managed a single word to each other before passing out.

Entry #2:

I’ll start off by telling you that, while I can’t remember everything that happened that night, I remember the most important parts and that’s what counts, right? I don’t want make that sound like I’m a whore - I’m anything but. I’ve only gotten drunk a handful of times and only so smashed that I couldn’t remember every small detail of what I had done - at least until that night.

I’m not even sure how I ended up there, in that bar. Okay, that’s not completely true. It was my idea to go. What I’m not sure of is how I managed to lure Liam Payne, Mr. One Direction, into the grips of that bar. It was pure luck. I was probably one of the only people at the One Direction show in Chicago that night (besides my best friend, who was standing faithfully next to me, screaming at the top of her lungs, too, and of course all the cringing parents in the house) who was old enough to be holding up the poster I had worked for hours on the night before. You see, that night was Mr. Payne’s 21st birthday. If you’ve spent any significant amount of time in the Unites States (and, incidentally, I have - I was raised here), you know that the rite of passage for the 21st birthday of any person is to be taken to a bar and showered with so many drinks, you can’t stand up. Of course, Liam was already well-adjusted to that. Rumor had it, he was spending more time with a drink in his hand than he spent doing anything else these days. Usually, I would have minded - no one that young needs to pick up such a bad habit - but as he seemed to be able to hold his own, I wasn’t going to comedown too hard on him.

So, I can distinctly remember standing there in that crowded stadium at Soldier Field, waiting for the perfect moment to throw up my poster. My best friend, Lucy, and I had spent the months leading up to the concert devising several clever ideas for posters we would take with us to the show. Having been to close to 100 concerts between the two of us, it was our expertise to know that artists love to read clever and funny signs - we might as well play with our five favorite European beaus. It sort of helped that we had picked our seats out very carefully from a list of tickets set up for picking. And after paying damn near $900 per ticket, we decided that we had better get some sort of recognition for our hard work. They had taken notice - that was the best part. And what was more was that we had made them laugh. So I already had the confidence to do what I needed to do; I was just waiting for the right moment.

It came about halfway through the second to last song. I had been fearing that I wasn’t going to get another shot. There was a 100-meter catwalk they had been racing down all night to stand on a smaller b-stage in the middle of the crowd and they just weren’t coming back down it. We were seated right next to both - the catwalk and the b-stage - settled right in the nook of the left side, in the corner just as the catwalk opened into the b-stage. As I said before, we chose these seats carefully. They were perfect. Finally, as Liam started the second verse of “Best Song Ever,” he started to make his way down the catwalk one last time and I knew it was now or never. Honestly, as clumsy as I am sometimes, I can remember being surprised that I was able to nimbly climb into my chair while holding the poster. But I got to the standing positiong just as Liam stopping singing and let Harry take over and I threw the sign up high over my head. As I’m not very tall to begin with (hey, I’m 25 years old and only 5’0”), the chair didn’t give me much height, but it helped. The bright neon green sign caught Liam’s attention almost immediately and he took a moment to read it and then visibly chuckled, giving me a wink, and then turned to sing to the other side of the stadium. I sighed and then stepped down as one of the security guards was eyeing me angrily. I smirked at myself. Well, at least he had paid attention for a moment, right? I looked at Lucy and we both burst into a fit of laughter.

As the song ended, the guys of One Direction walked around the b-stage slowly, waving one last time to all the people in the middle of the crowd, working on introducing their last song of the time. And without warning, Liam was speaking.

"There was a sign over here on this side some place," he mumbled in his thick British accent, sweeping his finger over our section, "I wanted to read it more closely. Where was it?" And with that, all the pre-pubescent girls in our section started to throw their hands and posters into the air, screaming at the top of their lungs and threatening our ears.

"No, no," Liam said, "She was standing on a chair." And my heart flew into my throat. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Lucy was elbowing me with vigor, shaking me to my core to put my sign back up for Liam to see.

"Where are you, sweetheart?" Liam’s deep voice crawled through me as his eyes squinted over the crowd, through the blinding spotlights all over him. I clumsily lifted the sign back into the air, holding it high above my head.

"There it is!" he shouted, pointing at me, "Let me read this again. I couldn’t see it clearly before." He cleared his throat and leaned closer to us, threatening to fall face first into the crowd of screaming girls around us.

"Happy 21st birthday, Liam," he read out loud, "Let me buy you a drink at Funky Buddha Chicago." With that, he leaned back away from the show of hands that were reaching toward him and chuckled again, this time more loudly. He eyed me with suspicion as I pulled my sign back to my side and dropped it into the pile of posters next to my feet.

"You don’t even look old enough to get into Funky Buddha," he grinned and I scoffed loudly.

"How old are you, sweetheart?" he asked. I tried to look affronted but just ended up laughing at him.

"Twenty-five!" I called loudly and his face turned up in a look of confusion.

"Twenty-five?!" he half-screamed, "Fuck’s sake, I thought you were seventeen." I let another burst of laughter fall through my lips; I get that a lot. He grinned and then looked around the stadium.

"All right," he called through his microphone, "Show of cheers, how many of our fans here tonight are actually old enough to go to a bar with us?" And while I thought that the entire stadium was going to cheer just to appease him, only a handful of screams came from the crowd surrounding me, mostly up in the bowl seats. My eyebrows raised - that couldn’t have been more than 20 people. Liam laughed loudly. He smirked at me and then fell into the kneeling position on one knee again and leaned closer to me again.

"Tell you what," he murmured to me, still speaking into the microphone, "You head to Funky Buddha after the show and if I show up, you can buy me a drink." I remember that I had turned so red, it felt like my face was on fire. The crowd around me went insane. A few people were shoving on me with appreciation - I was the girl who had gotten his attention at the show. Liam grinned his crooked grin at me and then pushed up off the floor, joining the other guys on the main stage to finish off the show.

When Lucy and I left the stadium to head back to our hotel to ready ourselves to go have a few drinks, I wasn’t really expecting him to show up, especially considering that most of the younger crowd was waiting outside of the club when we arrived, hoping to catch a glimpse of him in his after-concert glow. Mostly, I didn’t expect his tour manager to allow him to come to the club. They had a repeat show in Chicago the next day (which Lucy and I would be in attendance of) and drinking heavily the night before would not make for a great start to that day. Mostly, I just wanted to unwind. It had been an eventful past few days - what with driving from northern Indiana to St. Louis, Missouri and then back up to Chicago in almost the same breath. We were just ready to de-stress and relax.

There wasn’t much to my outfit - a loose, black tank top, light denim Daisy Dukes, and black, high-top Converse. It was too hot out to worry about wearing anything else. It had been sweltering at the show, which had been in the outdoor Soldier Field and the heat was more oppressing as deep night closed in around us. There was definitely a storm coming. I can remember hoping that it would cool down the air around us for the next day. It was welcomely cool inside of the club when we arrived. I hadn’t brought a jacket with me (why would I need to when it was a blistering 102 degrees outside?) and it was for that reason that I released my long, brown hair from its ponytail. It fell over my shoulders and cascaded down to my behind. I remember reveling in my mind how long my hair was.

Lucy and I weaved through the growing crowd inside and made our way up to the bar. We didn’t come to dance; we just wanted to have a few drinks and then walk back to our hotel. We ordered from a very harrassed looking bartender in an all black tuxedo outfit - Jamison and Coke for me, Amaretto sour for her. Lucy and I have always been people watchers. That’s how we always spent most of our time whenever we went out. It wasn’t that we meant anything by it; we just liked to give our take on the people around us. I was halfway through my first drink and Lucy glanced up behind me and her eyes widened. I raised my eyebrow at her and then jumped so hard I almost spilled my drink down my front when a voice sounded in my ear.

"Where’s mine?" the thick British drawl startled me. I gasped and then turned to see Liam standing two feet from me. It was too much for him to hope that he wouldn’t have a gaggle of people following him through the crowd and when I glanced behind him, there were four or five girls pointing and staring with open mouths and smiles. He glanced back, annoyed for a moment, and I smirked at him.

"I guess I do owe you a drink, birthday boy," I said over the music, taking sympathy on him, and he chuckled.

"Isn’t the guy supposed to be buying the girl a drink?" he asked and I laughed.

"Well, as I’m older than you," I reminded him. He licked his lips and then let a smirk play on them.

"Yeah," he mumbled, "That’s sort of gross. Cougar." I let a loud laugh fall through my lips as he flipped a high-risen chair backward and sat on it, hugging the back of it to his chest.

"I’m only five years your senior," I told him, "I would hardly call that a cougar." He smirked.

"So what are you drinking?" I asked him and then looked at the bartender who had extracted himself from several from tispy looking college kids.

"Whiskey," he told me and I raised my brow at him.

"On the rocks?" I asked and he nodded, his chin laying on the backs of his hands on the chair and his eyebrows raised, amused. A small smirk was playing on his lips. He glanced toward the bartender, who was watching him expectantly.

"Have you got Highland Park Scotch?" Liam asked him and the man gave one curt nod and then turned toward the back of the bar, reaching high and pulling a bottle from the dusty very top shelf. I cocked an eyebrow at Liam.

"You’ve got expensive tastes, Mr. Payne," I said, taking another sip of my drink. He smirked and then pulled the drink toward himself as the bartender set it down on a coaster for him.

"Guess you’d better let me pay after all, hadn’t you?" he said quietly and then brought the drink to his lips, taking a sip and then swallowing slowly. I chuckled. He wasn’t going to make it easy to treat him for his birthday, he was making that clear right off the bat. I remember thinking, "Two can play at that game." I looked at him, narrowing my eyes, and then drained the last dredges of my drink and then glanced at Lucy, who was on her iPhone, texting away. I licked my lips and looked back at him.

"Bartender," I said, not looking away from Liam and he raised his eyebrow at me, pulling his drink away from his mouth. The bartender stepped toward me and from my peripherals, I saw him glancing back and forth between Liam and I. I inwardly wondered if he was used to seeing games like I was about to initiate. If Mr. Payne wanted to play, I could play hard. And if he was insistent upon paying, I could make him pay.

"Two shots of firewhiskey," I said to the man, turning toward him finally, "And keep them coming until Mr. Payne picks up his tab." I grinned and then looked back at Liam. He smirked at me, shaking his head. I watched him reach back and extract his black leather wallet from his back pocket. He opened it and pulled out a white card, throwing it onto the counter in front of the bartender. The bartender looked at it apprehensively and then slid it toward himself, laying it on the counter behind him. He then turned back around and I watched him set two multi-colored shot glasses down on the bar. He grabbed a bottle of a clearish red liquid from under the bar and then filled two shots for us. He shoved them toward us and Liam looked down at them.

"Bottoms up, Payne," I smirked at him and he licked his lips, wrapping his fingers around the small glass.

"Your good health," he said, holding the glass up in the air above my face and I glanced up at it, doing the same with mine and then watched as he tipped his head back, draining the shot in seconds. I followed suit and set the shot glass back onto the bar, willing myself not to cringe at the liquid inside my mouth and as I stared Liam in the face, I could tell he wasn’t affected by it at all. This was going to be a challenge. Oh well. He started it. The bartender filled the glasses back up and we took the shots again. I could hold my own when drinking, there was no doubt about that, but firewhiskey was my one downfall. It was hard to stop once I started. Coupled with the fact that I had, so dispondently, told the bartender to keep the drinks coming until Liam was ready to leave, I was sorely regretting my decision five shots in. My head was swimming. And it was then that the details of the night started to become a blur.

Laughing at the direction of the conversation Liam and I had been having, Lucy had politely excused herself, letting me know that she would be at our hotel and that if I needed a ride when I was done playing, she would kindly come and get me. I had nodded at her and thanked her for her attentiveness to my situation. She was probably going to need to bring a dolly with her in order to wheel me back to the hotel, but that was besides the point. I was having fun and Mr. Payne wasn’t letting up any time soon. It was around that time that I started to silently ask myself why it was that he drank so much. Every time he was pictured over the last few months at awards shows, out with friends, even after shows, he was either holding a drink or barely holding on to himself. I can remember thinking, fleetingly, that maybe the fame was catching up with him. There were constantly people around him, berating him, begging him for pictures and autographs, pushing and shoving him in all directions. He couldn’t even walk out of his house without someone trying to mob him or steal something from him - a glance or something more. And it was in that moment that I realized just how young he was. He had the looks and physique of someone ten years his senior, but he wasn’t anymore than a twenty-one year old. In my enibriated state, I found myself feeling slightly depressed for him.

Our conversation shifted somewhere around the sixth or seventh shot and we started talking about music. We talked about his rise to fame and my fight to do the same. We talked about my music and why I hadn’t yet pursued something bigger - he forced me to sing a line of one of his own songs back to him and in my less than sober state, I didn’t really care that half of the bar was staring at me. He smiled at me as I finished and everyone else went on about their business.

"Well," he mumbled drunkenly, "You’ve definitely got the voice for it. No reason why you shouldn’t fight harder for your dreams." I shrugged and bit my numbing bottom lip.

"I guess I’m just afraid of being rejected," I admitted. He snorted and then took another sip of his top shelf Scotch.

"I’m living proof that if you get rejected once, you can still try again," he told me, "I had to try out for The X-Factor twice, didn’t I?" I shrugged at him. He smirked and then looked around.

"Another shot?" he asked, pointing to the newly filled glasses in front of the two of us. I sighed. I wasn’t sure that my stomach could take anymore.

"You go ahead," I told him and he shrugged. He grabbed his glass and threw it back easily, swallowing and smacking his pout lips appreciatively. And then, looking at my face and realizing that I wasn’t going to drink mine, he lurched out and snatched it from beside my arm and downed that one too. I shook my head at him. I supposed he was bigger than me. And he was holding himself exceptionally well for having drank as much I had watched him drink. Perhaps he was a lot better at this than I had given him credit for. The bartender had placed two more shots in front of us and Liam smirked at me and then downed both of them. I shook my head at him. He wasn’t going to be able to walk. The bartender returned to give us another round but Liam shook his head and waved his hand.

"I think we’re finished," he chuckled and the bartender nodded.

"Would you like me to tally up your tab, Mr. Payne?" the man asked and Liam considered it for a moment. Finally he nodded and then looked at me. My heart sank a bit. I wasn’t ready for him to leave. I was enjoying my time with him. The bartender turned away and then returned a few moments later with a white piece of paper and a pen. I glimpsed the receipt and my heart stopped when I saw the black, "$312.18" glaring back up at me. I let out a small gasp and then instantly felt bad for all the drinks. Liam, however, didn’t flinch. He signed his name sloppily, as if he hadn’t even looked at the total. Oh, right. International superstar. He doesn’t need to worry about small matters such as a $312 alcohol bill. He handed the receipt back to the bartender, having added a hefty tip onto the bottom of it, and then turned toward me. I was preparing myself for the goodbye. At least I would see him the next night at Soldier Field. I opened my mouth to tell him that I had had a good time when he cut me off.

"Dance with me?" he slurred and I blinked at him. I wasn’t in any state to dance, but I wasn’t going to tell him no, not when I could milk a few more moments of his time. The dance floor was a blur of lights and hands. People jammed in around the two of us and it was hard as hell to move around in the compact space. On the plus side, having so many people that close to me kept me standing. I was having trouble holding my alcohol now that I had stood up. Liam, however, seemed as if he was completely at ease. I glanced up at him, glassy-eyed and unsteady. A country song started from the sound booth behind us and the crowd cheered. Even in Chicago, Brantley Gilbert was popular and "Bottoms Up" blasted through the speakers. The beat had always been perfect a bar dancing and I chuckled. I couldn’t help but think about how convenient it was that it was this song that Mr. Payne had chosen to dance to with me. I felt his hands snake around my waist and turned around, dancing against him. I could hear him breathing in my ear. His large hands slid down my waist and he grabbed my hips, yanking me closer to him. I huffed out a breath and licked my lips. This night could not have changed direction more quickly. He hooked his fingers into the belt looks of my Daisy Dukes, holding me to his front and I felt him brush against me. I put my hands on top of his, backed myself into him, and ground into his pants. I heard his breath hitch in his throat and a small, feral groan started in his chest and then died in his throat. The firewhiskey was making me feel more brave than I ever would have been while sober. I reached up a hand behind me and buried it in is hair, balling it, and fisting his brown quiff. He blew out a heavy breath again and then through my extra long tussel of loose curls, his voice found my ear.

"Come with me," he whispered and my knees almost gave out at the burl in his voice. I blinked and suddenly we were at the front door of the bar, laughing at the tangle of people we’d have to fight through to get there. When the door burst open, I blinked, holding my hands up, as a pouring sheet of rain assaulted my body. I gasped and then looked upward. I was instantly drenched. Lightning flashed around me and then thunder grumbled.

"Come on," Liam murmured and grabbed my hand, yanking me down the street. Lightning flashed again and then we stumbling off an elevator and into a narrow hallway filled with doors. He burst into the one marked 417 roughly and thunder blasted the building around us again, causing me to jump. Another flash of lightning lit up the room and without warning, the power flashed and then went out. I heard the air conditioner splutter and then go off. We looked around ourselves, standing in the doorway, and lightning flashed again. I blinked at the sudden brightness of it and then I was somehow tangled in his arms, my back pressed against the wall. He was holding me up by my behind, pressing his chest into mine. My fingers were buried in his sopping wet hair and his lips were on my neck. Lightning blasted through the room again and without knowing how I got there, I was being carried toward a desk pushed up against the wall in the center of the larger than life room. My hands were wrapped around his neck and he held me up with one hand. The other hand reached out harshly and knocked a lamp roughly from the desk and onto the floor where it shattered loudly, tinkling glass to the carpet. He threw me to my back on the desk harshly and it almost knocked the wind out of me. I looked up at him and it was all there, in his eyes: lust, rage, pain, pleasure, everything that was making him drink. And laced in with it was a small amount of incoherence. He had no idea what he was doing. Lightning came again, flashing like a strobe like, and I saw him yank his wet black shirt roughly over his head. Thunder cut off all sound around us and then I was there, in the same position, but somehow different. My shoes and shirt were gone and I lay there in my bra and shorts. He was showering my still soaked body with kisses. He pressed his jeans into my Daisy Dukes and I groaned, trying my hardest to push back up against him. Lightning and thunder crashed around us again and when I opened my eyes, my small hands were pushed against the wall beside the desk, his fingers laced into mine on either side of my head, bracing himself, and his back was pressed to mine. My shorts were gone and I felt the tattered fabric of his jeans, still around his hips, brushing up against me, which I didn’t understand, because he was buried to the hilt inside of me. His lips were at my ear and he was growling a low, feral growl. I cried out and lightning flashed again. When my cry and the thunder died out, my back was on the desk again, and he had finally shed his jeans. He was in between my legs, holding himself up on his hands next to my head. The desk was hitting the wall hard - so hard, in fact, I was surprised it wasn’t putting a hole through to the other side, where the bed sat. His breathing was laced with grunts and sweat dripped from the tips of his usually quiffed hair down onto my throat; it was getting hotter in the room now that the air conditioning had gone out. He dipped is head low and sucked the sweat off my neck, sucking and biting so hard, I was sure there would be a dark mark there later. Lightning burst through the windows again and thunder drown out the sound of desk’s bangs for a moment. When I opened my eyes again, I was turned the other way, my back facing him, and I was laying face down on the desk, my arms stretched so I was holding on to the dip on the other side of the it. His fists were rested under my armpits and the desk was still hitting the wall with brute force. His chest was pressed against my back and his skin was sliding against mine, drenched with sweat and rain water. His forehead was set on the back of my head and I could hear his gasps and groans growing louder. He was taking his rage out on me in the best way possible. I whimpered into the wood of the desk and he groaned.

"You like that?" he murmured, setting his lips close to my ear again and I nodded at him, letting out another small whine as I heard him moan into my ear again. Another flash of lightning caught me off guard for a moment and when it died away, I was on the plush white blankets of the king sized bed that dominated the bedroom with Liam’s hands on either side of my head. He lifted one of them and reached behind him, pulling my feet higher up on his waist. He pulled his arm back toward his front and then slipped it under my behind, lifting me toward him and holding me there. He looked down toward our middles and then let a whimper fall through his lips. The banging was still sounding through the room, this time assaulting the wall behind the bed. As lighting crashed around us once more, I found myself face down, ass up, with his fingers digging into my hips. I called out wildly through the room and he matched it at equal pitch - this position was the one. I could feel the sweat from his chest dripping onto the lower back tattoo I had gotten four years before. I lifted myself from my elbows and pushed up onto my hands, quieting my cries for a moment and flipped my long hair out of my face, throwing it down my back. Liam’s right hand ghosted up my spine and then, stopping midway up, fisted into my tangle of loose curls. He yanked hard on the makeshift ponytail and jerked my head backward. I closed my eyes and let a heavy breath fall from my throat and into the sweltering room. He used his new reigns as an anchor and pushed into me harder, causing me to cry out into the room again. Lighting burst through the windows next to the bed and I closed my eyes again. When I opened them, he had my hair pinned in his hand, and my chest and hands were pressed against the wall and headboard. His back was leaned against mine. My knees, which were spread far too far apart, were barely holding me up; I was shaking, so close. He pulled my hair down again and made me tilt my head slightly to the right, opening my left ear and neck to him. He leaned toward my ear, his panting laced with almost unbearable grunts.

"Don’t you fucking dare," he growled into my ear, "I’m not through with you yet." I called out through the room as he attached his lips to my neck again, biting down on it and sucking, running his tongue around the spot. Lighting and thunder crashed through the room again and the bed started to hit the wall harder than it had done all night. I was scooted away from the wall again, but still face down, ass up. His hands were latched into the headboard above my head and he was using it as leverage. Rough. That’s all I could think. But it still wasn’t rough enough.

"Harder," I begged in a whisper and he obliged by letting out a dark chuckle and then holding onto the headboard so hard that his knuckles turned white. He jammed into me once, so hard that my head crashed into the wood. I cried out and then he started a sloppy rhythm that had the bed shaking and beating the wall with such force that I feared it might come apart at the seams. I buried my face into the pillow and screamed. Lightning flashed and I felt him toss his head like a raging bull. He let go of the headboard and his fingers dug into my backside again, pushing down on me. More lightning and he slapped my behind hard, growling and pouring sweat down onto my back. It slid from my tattoo, up my spine, and landed at the base of my neck. I called out through the room, tossing my hair back again. Flash and I was flat against the bed, face down, unable to hold myself up any longer. He was almost completely parallel to me, his fists bracing him under my arms, and shoving into me so hard that I was sliding up the bed. FLASH. He clawed my behind with his fingernails, growling loudly through the room like an animal. FLASH. My head hit the headboard again as I clawed at the blankets beside my head. FLASH. I heard his breath hitch, just as the bubble in my belly burst and I screamed out through the room. FLASH. His arms shook hard as I felt his welcome warmth inside of me and he bellowed out through the room, growling out a loud, “FUCK!” FLASH. He fell to my back, pushing my hair away from my neck and the side of my face and showering both with gentle, whiskey scented kisses. FLASH. My vision blurred as I could barely hold my eyes open. FLASH. “Stay with me,” brushed across my ear in the rush of a whisper before I closed my eyes and didn’t reopen them. FLASH.

My heart beat in my throat and I swallowed hard, unable to figure out why I was so thirsty and why it was so sweltering. I opened my eyes, blinking against the sunlight that was shining through the window next to me. I blinked harshly a few times and then took a deep breath, dragging my chin across the crisp white blanket under me. I narrowed my sleep blemished eyes for a moment and then glanced at Liam, who was still sleeping soundly next to me. One of his legs was tangled into mine and his left arm was draped lazily and loosely across my bare back. I watched him sleeping for a few moments. His brown hair was everywhere and his pout lips were parted slightly, smashed roughly into the mattress, pressing them up from the side. Long, dragging breaths were falling in and out of those lips and I decided that, with the current state of my head and stomach, I wasn’t ready to extract myself from this. I closed my eyes again and fell, surprisingly, into another deep and dreamless sleep.

What felt like hours later, I jumped hard, hearing a door slam and then blinked roughly against the light again, lying on my back. I groaned and threw my arm up over my eyes, pulling the white blanket covering me up to my mouth. I heard a small whisper of a chuckle and then there was a weight on the bed next to me.

"Wake up," a small whisper came and I licked my lips.

"No," I moaned quietly and then pulled my arm away from my eyes, glancing to my left slowly. Liam was inches from me, his brown eyes filled with laughter, as they usually were when he was awake and sober. He rested his head on his shoulder and smirked at me. I yawned slightly and then rubbed my sleep blemished eyes. He chuckled again and then I felt him extract his arm from beside himself and he wrapped it over my waist, pulling me closer to him. I felt my bare back drag across the sheet. I winced as a stinging sensation washed over me. He pursed his lips, amused.

"Sorry about that," he murmured, "Your back is probably going to be a little sore for a bit. I can get you some Neosporin. Incidentally, the cleaning staff is going to be a little angry I ruined their sheets with blood." I let a small, incredulous chuckle burst from my throat and he smiled at me.

"I got you breakfast," he told me, "I hope you like bagels." I nodded slowly at him and then closed my eyes, throwing my arm over my eyes again. He laughed a quiet laugh and then brushed his lips against my hairline at my ear.

"I have to get to the venue soon for the show later," he said, "And if you want, I’d really like you to go with me." And without warning, my heart stopped. Lucy. She probably thought I was lying dead in a street somewhere. I needed to call her. I sat up quickly, my hair flying windly in all directions, and hugged the blanket to my chest.

"My phone," I croaked and then cleared my throat, "I need to call Lucy."

"Oh," Liam bumbled, "I hope you don’t mind. She phoned earlier, just before I had left to get the bagels. I answered it. I didn’t want her to worry about you." He stepped across the room and plucked my phone off the entertainment center and then handed it to me. I pushed my hair out of my face and looked at the screen, unlocking it. There was a text waiting there for me from Lucy.

Liam Payne just answered your phone. I want details. Now.

I laughed and put my head back, my hair falling away from my back, and looked up at the ceiling.

"What’s so funny?" Liam asked. I shook my head at him.

"Nothing," I said and licked my lips. I looked up at him.

"I would love to go to the venue with you, Mr. Payne," I told him and he smirked, throwing me a black button down to put on to extract myself from the bed.

And that’s all I remember of the night that we crossed paths by chance in a bar in Chicago - but I will forever remember every detail of the relationship that it started.

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23rd February, SundayReblog
Before You Leave Me: Epilogue

The sun burst over a large stadium and blinded the eyes of the 60,000 people who were standing, screaming, inside. Music blasted from the speakers that lined the arena and the source of it danced around and poked, prodded, tripped, and laughed at each other as the night wore on. Finally, as the night was coming to a close, a blond man stepped toward the microphone stand in front of him, smiling widely, and took a deep breath. He stuffed his green, orange, and white in-ear monitor farther into his ear and then laughed into the microphone.

"If you’ll excuse us for a moment," his thick accent echoed through the stadium, "We have a surprise for one of our guys and we wanted to do it on stage while he couldn’t run away." The other members of group laughed and looked at one of their number, who, with his quiffed brown hair and peppering of facial hair, stood taller than the rest. He eyed them skeptically.

"What have you got planned?" he asked the others, his British drawl masking his fear. The others chuckled and the blond man disappeared for a moment. Another of the men, slightly shorter than the second, placed his microphone back to his lips.

"We know that we aren’t going to see you for a little bit after this show," he murmured to his friend, his voice laced with British excitement, "Because, you know, it’s our last show of the tour and you’ll be off getting married and going on your honeymoon and whatnot." Male number two laughed at his buddy.

"But we wanted to give you a proper send off," male number one had come back and without warning, a large, blue cooler of ice cold water was dumped over the head and down the back of the second male. He stood, unabashed, blinking sarcastically at his friends as they laughed their heads off in front of him. He blinked the water out of his eyes and then smirked at his friends.

"Thanks, lads," he murmured and they giggled at him.

"Congratulations, Payno," the first male patted him on his sopping wet back, "I would tell you to have fun, but as you’re marrying my sister, I don’t really want to think about that."

"Guess you’ll just have to get used to the fact that you’ll inevitably be an uncle soon, Nialler," Liam laughed and then ducked out of Niall’s swing. The other guys laughed and then the crowd cheered loudly as Niall started to chase Liam around the stage in mock anger.

It had been just over a year since the scene at the bar. Just over a year since Liam had watched the love of his life almost fade away right under his nose. Just over a year since, mad with rage, Sophia had gunned down the person who had, inher mind, taken Liam from her. Liam could remember that day as if it were yesterday. But now, Sophia was in jail, and as Liam slid on his wet shoes to the side of the stage, Jade burst out from behind a large speaker with a larger than life squirt gun in her hand and held it to Niall’s face. Liam laughed loudly.

"Justice!" he cried and without warning, Jade’s dark-haired best friend, Lucy stepped out from behind the same speaker with an even larger gun in her hand and Liam paused. Niall laughed his infectious laugh and it echoed across the stage.

"How unfair!" Liam yelled and then turned to run the other way, slipping on his shoes, and catching his balance on his hands. The girls laughed loudly at him and then started their assault. They chased each of the guys across the stage, spraying them relentlessly with freezing cold water. Without warning, Liam crept up behind Jade and grabbed her around her middle, causing her to scream loudly and he wrestled the water gun out of her hand.

"No!" she screamed and he laughed, unloading the gun on her head. She giggled and turned around, looking at him, water dripping from her hair. He kept her pulled to his side and she smirked at him, shaking her head. He grinned and then planted a kiss on her lips. Suddenly, Niall, who had wrenched Lucy’s squirt gun from her hands, ran by as quickly as he could and sprayed the remaining water in the gun into Liam and Jade’s face. Liam laughed and wiped the water out of his face. He put his microphone back to his mouth as the tune of "Best Song Ever" started mysteriously behind him. He chuckled into the microphone, flipping his now wet and hanging hair out of his face.

"We have one more song for you guys," he called to the crowd, "Hopefully we can get through it without murdering each other." Jade shoved off of him and ran toward the side of the stage where the rest of the crew was slowly emerging with more tools of destruction, filled with water. Harry started to sing the first verse of the song and laughed as both Liam and Louis received a face full of water. They continued to run around the stage, slipping on their own feet and puddles of water, finishing the song with much laughter.


19th February, WednesdayReblog
Before You Leave Me: Chapter 17

A/N - This chapter is meant to be written in an alternate universe. I am in no way stating that the things written here are true. All songs that are a part of One Direction’s albums and setlists are property of their respective writers.

Though the crowd was small, they were restless and the show was giving the men of One Direction so much energy that they didn’t have time to think about anything else. However, Niall knew that the time was nearing for Liam when everything could potentially come crashing down and he didn’t want that for his friend. He didn’t even want it for himself and it was going to be hard on him as well. Knowing that, at this very moment, his twin sister was climbing on to a plane to return to the United States was inwardly killing him. Why hadn’t he just told them to reschedule this charity show so he could take her to the airport? He was never going to forgive himself for letting Jade walk away without giving her a proper goodbye. He couldn’t even imagine how Liam felt. Niall took a deep breath and then looked at Liam who was staring at the ground with tired eyes. Niall could tell that every single fiber of his being was going into not breaking down. He cleared his throat loudly and Liam looked up at him. Niall nodded at him, silently telling him, “You can do this.” Liam’s chest heaved a great sigh and he nodded back at Niall. Liam lifted his microphone to his lips and began to speak.

"This next song is something new that we’ve been working on," he told the crowd, who listened in awe, "Niall and I only wrote it last week and we’ve only practiced it twice as a group so it’s going to be a little rough. It’s about losing something that you’ve been trying hard to keep hold of. I really hope you like it. It’s called ‘Moments’." He took a deep breath then, looking at Niall, who had picked up an acoustic guitar, and then the lights went down. A spotlight burst into life around Liam, blinding himfor a few moments. A haunting tune started and Liam watched as Niall plucked the strings of the guitar slowly. Liam took a deep breath, putting his microphone to his lips again and started to sing.

"Shut the door," he said quietly, "Turn the light off. I wanna be with you. I wanna feel your love." He stepped toward the front of the stage, the spotlight following him.

"I wanna lay beside you," he sang again, "I cannot hide this, even though I try. Heart beats harder. Time escapes me. Trembling hands touch skin. It makes this harder." Niall had begun to sing a small melody with him. Liam took a deep breath and looked at the floor.

"And the tears stream down my face…"

Another spotlight burst into life behind Harry, who stepped forward, next to Liam, placed a hand on his shoulder and began to sing.

"If we could only have this life for one more day," he sang, "If we could only turn back time." And without warning, a show of lights exploded around the stage, illuminating the entire bar in which they were singing. Many colors lit up every single face in the crowd and Niall took a deep breath, singing loudly into his microphone.

"You know I’ll be," he sang loudly and then the rest of the men joined him.

"You life, your voice, you’re reason to be," they sang and Liam broke away from the rest of the group, stepping closer to the other side of the stage, looking out at the crowd, still singing, but somewhat subdued.

"My love. My heart is breathing for this," he sang the words out of habit, staring off into an empty-looking black space at the back of the room on the left side. Niall looked at him, trying to catch his attention as the lights flew over his face, but to no avail. Finally, Niall glanced toward where Liam’s gaze had fallen, finishing the chorus.

"Moment in time. I’ll find the words to say," Niall heard Liam whine out the last word and then finished the chorus for him, "Before you leave me today." Liam stepped down off the stage slowly, forgetting completely about the song, but letting the other boys continue to sing behind him. Niall smirked, shaking his head, and started the second verse.

"Close the door," he sang, "Throw the key. Don’t wanna be reminded. Don’t wanna be seen." Liam crashed through the crowd, holding his microphone at his side. The group of people around him was not dispersing easily. The rest of the group was halfway through the second chorus before Liam reached the back of the room. He looked to his left and then stood rooted to the spot, hisfeet unable to move, as Zayn’s voice crashed around him.

"Flashing lights in my mind," Zayn sang loudly, "Going back to the time playing games in the street - kicking balls at my feet." Liam took a deep breath and then a few steps forward. Zayn breathed heavily into the microphone and Niall smiled widely.

"There’s a numb in my toes standing close to the edge," Zayn’s voice continued to fill the space, "There’s a pile of my clothes at the end of your bed." Liam blinked a few times, unsure of whether or not he should make the leap.

"As I feel myself fall," Zayn cried out loudly, "Make of a joke of it all." The last note blasted through the speakers and Liam didn’t care. He rushed forward and in one swift movement, as the music continued to swell around him, he wrapped his arms tightly around Jade, pulling her into a hug against his chest.

"I’m so sorry," he whispered into the top of her head and she shook her head, tears falling from her eyes.

"No, I’m sorry," she murmured and looked up at him. The rest of the group finished the song behind them, singing through the chorus one last time. Niall smiled down at them and the song ended. Liam pulled away from the hug and looked down at her again.

"I thought you’d be on a plane back home," he told her. She shook her head and looked at the ground.

"I couldn’t go back home without telling you," she said and he tilted his head at her. She sighed.

"Without telling you how sorry I am," she said, "And how much you changed my life." She couldn’t believe how incredibly silly she sounded. She’d only known him for two months. This was stupid and illogical and completely insane. Liam took a deep breath and Jade shook her head again.

"I’m sorry," she said, "I know that sounds dumb." He lifted her face toward his again.

"It doesn’t sound dumb at all," he told her, "Trust me. I’ve been thinking that it was stupid this entire time. I couldn’t imagine how it could be possible for someone mean so much to me in only two months. But I promise you, I’m feeling it too." Jade licked her lips and then sighed. Liam cupped his hands around Jade’s face and pulled her toward him gently, pressing his lips to hers. She weaved her fingers into his on the sides of her face. The crowd around them was quiet for a few moments. Liampulled away and then leaned his forehead against hers. He sucked in a hard breath.

"I love you," he whispered against her skin and then, without warning, the crowd erupted. Jade let a small burst of laughter fall from her mouth and then leaned against Liam’s chest, looking at all of them.

"I need to finish the show," Liam told her and she nodded. He took her hand, leading her to the side of the stage where Lucy was seated. Lucy smirked at her.

"I told you that you’d have a happy ending," Lucy told her. Jade shook her head, smiling at her friend.

"Hush," Jade said and flopped down on the stool next to her to watch the band finish the show.


The back door of the bar burst open and the guys of One Direction and Lucy and Jade piled from it into the rare London sunshine.

"Liam," Harry called, "That new song? Ace." Liam laughed.

"Thanks," he said, "I’d like to think I had some good writing inspiration." He looked down at Jade, who laughed danced ahead of them slightly. He smiled at her and then looked at Niall.

"So what do you think?" Liam asked, "Dinner at your place?" Niall chuckled.

"As long as you and Jade don’t wreck my kitchen again," he said. Liam laughed loudly and then looked at Lucy.

"How about you cook this time?" he asked, "You’re a better cook than I am anyway." Lucy shrugged.

"Fine with me," she told him, "But if I’m cooking, I’m making jambalaya." Jade scoffed loudly.

"You always want jambalaya," she said. Lucy smirked.

"Not always," she said, "Just most of the time." Jade reached the vehicles before the rest of them and watched them near where she was standing.

"So, Liam," Niall called, "Lucy and I are planning a holiday in Paris in a few weeks. What do you say you and Jade come along and we make it a party?" Liam chuckled.

"Sur—" without warning, Liam was cut off by a loud popping down. It echoed through the parking lot loudly, leaving nothing but silence in its wake. Liam’s gaze shot toward the line of cars where Jade had been standing. He looked in just enough time to see her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her knees giving up from under her. A deep red stain was spreading just above her side on her white shirt. Liam stood, stunned, his fists clenched together and his mouth hanging open.

"No," he whispered. No one moved for a few moments and Liam blinked.

"JADE!" he screamed and his feet started to pound the pavement under him until he reached her and threw himself roughly to the ground next to her, ripping the knee of his jeans. Her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving. Liam grabbed her and jerked her roughly into his legs, watching her head lull backward.

"Come on," Liam murmured, "Please. Please, please. Don’t do this." He pushed her hair out of her ashen face.

"Jade?" he bumbled and the rest of the group was still rooted to their spots ten feet away, "Open your eyes. Look at me." Jade’s eyes fluttered for a few moments and then she looked up at him with her mouth open.

"Liam…" she whispered and then her eyes closed again and she went slack in his arms.

"No!" he screamed, "No, please!" He gasped and pulled her to himself, covering himself in her blood. He looked toward the others.

"Someone call an ambulance!" he shouted, "Go!" The others suddenly burst into motion as Liam looked around, holding Jade to himself, wondering where the person was who had done this, if they were still there and were planning to finish the job. He gasped again and pulled Jade more closely to him, as if trying to hold in her blood. All sound cut off around him. The only sound he could hear was his heartbeat in his chest and her labored breathing. The flashing lights startled him and when they pulled her from his grip, he fell backward against the tire of Niall’s Range Rover, covered in blood. He didn’t even remember watching them load her into the back of the ambulance or seeing them drive away. His vision went black and darkness enveloped him…

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Before You Leave Me: Chapter 16

Jade sat in her room, on her bed, staring down at a paragraph in a book she’d read at least ten times. She was trying anything to take her mind off Liam, who she had seen taken away toward his house in a black taxi the night before because he was too drunk to walk, let alone drive. She sighed and heard someone knock on her door. She looked up, her hand on her cheek, and saw Lucy.

"Hey," she murmured. Lucy smiled a small smile at her and then stepped in, sitting down next to her on her bed.

"You okay?" Lucy asked her quietly. Jade shrugged and then sniffed, looking back down at her book.

"I guess, "she muttered. Lucy sighed and scooted more closely to her friend. Jade didn’t know what was worse: having everyone act like she was a charity case or knowing that right now, she was. She took a deep breath and looked up at Lucy.

"I was so sure of him," she told Lucy and Lucy bit her lip, "I was so sure that he was perfect." Lucy sighed.

"No one’s perfect, Jade," she reminded her, "There was bound to be something wrong with him." Jade licked her lips.

"Did it have to be that?" she asked quietly, "Did he have to lie to me? He told me he loved me. I can’t believe I fell for it. I’m so stupid."

"Hey," Lucy interrupted, "You aren’t stupid. You’re human." Jade looked down at her book again, her eyes filling with tears, blurring her vision.

"Listen," Lucy said, "It’s going to be okay. Even if you don’t talk to him ever again, I promise you that it will get easier and you will heal. He’s just a stupid guy. And you know what? If you want to talk to him, no one is going to get angry with you. It’s your choice. I don’t want you to feel like you only have to continue to ignore him for Niall or only have to talk to him in order to make him happy. It’s all up to you and what you want." Jade shook her head.

"I feel like I just made my brother lose his best friend," she said. Lucy chuckled and shook his head.

"This is Niall we’re talking about," she said, "You think he could stay mad at him? He was only angry because he was trying to protect you. He called Liam a little while ago." Jade looked at her.

"What did he say?" she asked, quietly. Lucy sighed.

"He told him that he needs to back off," she said, "And that he’s definitely never going to get you back by drinking his life away. Apparently, he’s done nothing but drink the last week. Niall said he knows you’re leaving ina few days and he’s finally starting to give up. He’s just going to let you go, which Niall thinks is for the best. Then they started to talk about music. I didn’t hear much after that, except that Niall wanted to hear a song that Liam started working on and they have a show the day you leave." Jade sighed.

"What do you think I should do?" she asked Lucy in a whisper. Lucy swallowed and then licked her lips.

"Jade," she started, "You’re my best friend and I love you more than my life, but I can’t make this choice for you. It’s just like you told me when I told you I was going to stay here with Niall. It’s your life, no one elses. You have to do what your heart is telling you to do." Jade nodded then and looked back down at the book again.

"I’m gonna go finish watching the movie with Niall," Lucy told her, "I’ll be right downstairs if you need me, okay?" Jade nodded at her.

"Thanks," she murmured and Lucy patted her on the back before walking away and closing the door with a small click on her way out. Jade’s phone let out a small ding next to her leg and she sighed, looking down and picking it up. She wasn’t surprised to see that it was a text message from Liam, but she opened it anyway.

I’m sorry. I’ll leave you alone now.

She blinked at it and then put the phone back down, falling backward into his pillows, pulling her blanket over her head and shutting out the world.


After all the thinking Jade had done over the last three days, she thought that there would be no room for anything else, but she was sadly mistaken. She drug her suitcase down the stairs and into the kitchen. She let it sit where it was and took a deep breath, looking around the house. She wondered when she would see it again, if ever. This two-month long trip had taught her so much. She licked her lips and then looked down at her phone as it started to vibrate in her hand. She smiled and then slid over the answer bar.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," Niall’s voice filled her senses and made her forget all her worries for a moment, "What’s going on? What’re you up to?"

"Just waiting on my taxi," she told him, "Taking one last look at the place." Niall chuckled.

"I’m really sorry I couldn’t be there to take you to the airport," he told her, "We planned this show way before I knew you were coming to London."

"It’s all right," Jade said, "I can get on a plane on my own. I’ve done it plenty of times before." She heard him draw in a deep breath.

"I know," he said, "But I just wish I could have seen you odd." Jade sighed.

"Me too," she said quietly. They were silent for a few moments.

"I probably better get back," Niall said, "We have soundcheck in a bit."

"Okay," Jade said, "Give Lucy a hug for me, yeah?"

"Of course," Niall told her, "Oh, before you hang up…"

"Yeah?" she asked. Niall cleared his throat.

"There’s, uh," he paused, "There’s a letter on the counter for you. It’s sealed. I didn’t read it."

"Who is it from?" she asked, walking toward the counter now, though she already had a vague idea of whose writing she would find inside.

"Can’t say," he told her, "Just read it please. I gotta go."

"Okay," Jade said, quietly, her voice shaking with tears.

"I love you," he told her, "Don’tever forget that. I’ll see you soon."

"I love you too, Niall," she told him, "Bye." And with that, they hung up, leaving all of the things they both wanted to say dangling in oblivion. Jade swallowed a few times to keep her tears at bay and then put her phone into her pocket. She pulled the sealed envelope off the counter, the front of which read, simply, "Jade." She took a deep breath, knowing immediately who she was going to be reading from, but tore it open anyway and began to read the messy scrawl.


By the time you read this, you will probably already be on your plane back to the United States. I just wanted a chance to explain myself, even if I’m giving up and letting you go.

Jade, I never meant to hurt you. I know that I lied to you. I should have been honest about what was going on with Sophia and I from the beginning, but I was afraid that you would leave. But here is the honest truth now: SHE IS NOT MY GIRLFRIEND ANYMORE. We were together not long ago. When she left and told me she wanted to take a break, I thought it was going to be the worst thing that ever happened to me, but I was wrong. The worst thing to ever happen to me was me hurting you. I never meant for things to turn out like this. I thought she would come back from Greece and still not want me. Turns out, she only wanted to break up so she could sleep with someone else while she was gone. When she got back, she only wanted me back to bask in my spotlight, just like she did before. I broke it off with her that night in The Funky Buddha. I don’t want her. I don’t want anything to do with her.

I spent forever thinking that the only way I was going to get you back was to make you listen to me. Now I realize how stupid that was. Forcing you into something was not the way to go about it and I am so sorry about that night last week. I must have terrified you and I didn’t mean to.

Jade, you mean so much to me. I thought that I’d been in love before, but I have never felt something as strong as what I feel with you. I feel like I’m seeing the sun for the first time when I’m with you. Before I met you, my life was like a void. There was nothing except people who only wanted me around because of what I have. And then you came along. You didn’t care that I was famous or that I had money or could sing. You just wanted to be with me. I will never forgive myself for throwing that away the way I did by lying to you. I’ll never be able to get that back and I will regret that forever. You were my best friend, in every sense of the word.

To answer your question, it wasn’t a game and it made me feel like like a failure rather than a man to know that I’d hurt you that way. And every word I said was true - every single word. Please remember that.


Jade stared at the letter for a long time, blinking. She bit her lip and then refolded the letter, hearing the taxi honk, waiting for her. She took a deep breath and then grabbed hold of the handle of her suitcase, pulling it out the front door and toward the taxi.

13th February, ThursdayReblog
Before You Leave Me: Chapter 15

As easily as she had believed Liam, she couldn’t understand why it wasn’t just as easy to let him go. But she supposed it was going to take time. It had only been two days, after all. She hid herself away in her bedroom, under her blankets. She locked her door and refused to open it for anyone. She didn’t want to be reminded or seen. She eventually turned her phone off as well, as her currently missed call list was reading “18” and they were all from Liam. A knock sounded through her room and she sighed and threw her blanket over her head again, shutting out the world. She wished they would just leave her alone…

Meanwhile, halfway across the city of London, a penthouse apartment was nothing but dark and lifeless. In the solitude, a lone figure sat complacently on one of the white sofas, leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his head hung low. Clutched between his hands was a clear bottle, half empty with an amber liquid. Liam looked up from notebook of songs strewn on the coffee table in front of him and into the room and blinked his red eyes. He was writing his feelings. Everything was making this harder. She wasn’t answering her phone. She wouldn’t come to the door. He just wanted to be with her, even for just one more day. And suddenly, without warning, he was blinking hard against the stinging in his eyes and his head bowed again. He stared down at a drip, drip, drip of tears under him on the wooden floor. He was so angry with himself. Why hadn’t he just told her? Why hadn’t he just been honest? He didn’t want to be with Sophia anymore, not after all the damage she’d caused to him, and here he was, inflicting that onto someone else. What was wrong with him? Without warning, he was so angry, so fed up with what he had done, his arm came backward and the bottle of amber drink in his hand flew across the room and found a resting place shattered against the far wall of the kitchen.

"FUCK!" he shouted loudly, hoarsely, grabbing his hair, and stood up. He teetered precariously in his sloshy state and then his arms found every surface surrounding him, pushing all the knick-knacks and pictures away and on to the floor. They tinkled around him with crashes, littering the floor with broken glass and twisted metal. He picked up and threw everything he could get his hands on. Within moments, the apartment was trashed, destroyed, and still echoing with his screams. Finally, breaths heaving from his chest, he fell backward against the picture window and slid into the sitting position against it, burying his face in his palms.


Slowly, as slowly as her legs would probably ever carry her, Jade stepped down the stairs of Niall’s house. No one was home and despite the fact that she would rather never eat again, her stomach was screaming at her for food. She took a deep breath and pulled open the refrigerator in front of her. Leftovers from the night before Christmas Eve. Chinese take-out she and Lucy had ordered last week. Lunch meat. Cold pizza. Her eyes scanned over it all, not really appetized by any of it, but knowing she needed to eat nonetheless. She sighed and finally just conceded to grab a cold box of Mongolian Beef. She pulled a fork from the drawer next to the sink and then slammed it, walking, sliding, toward the couch. She fell backward into it, poking her fork around inside the box. She pressed a few pieces of meat into her mouth and chewed slowly, not really tasting the food. She sat that way for a few minutes, staring absent-mindedly into the room, silence ringing around her. Without warning, the door bell made her jump and wake from her thoughts. She sighed loudly and set the box of cold take-out next to her on the side table, standing to find out who was interrupting her solitude. She pulled the door open and blinked into his face. He looked like he was going to fall over at any moment.

"Why won’t you just talk to me?" he slurred, trying to step inside.

"What do you want, Liam?" Jade asked, blocking the doorway with her body.

"I just want to talk to you!" he cried, "I want to tell you what happened." Jade shook her head.

"No," she said, "I told you I didn’t want to hear from you. I told you to leave me alone." Liam shook his head hard. He was clearly drunk, more drunk than she’d ever seen him. He tried to push inside again.

"Please, Jade," he murmured, slurring hi words more, "You have to let me tell you what happened. I didn’t—I love you! Please!" Jade tried to push the door closed and he shoved on his hard.

"Let me in!" he shouted, "Don’t do this!" Tears sprang to Jade’s eyes and she pushed hard on the door, losing her strength to keep fighting.

"Please stop, Liam," she begged him, sobs starting to wrack her body, "Please just go away."

"I just want to explain myself," Liam said, and she could hear his voice shaking, as if he might start crying. She looked up into his face for a moment and saw a tear break free from his eye.

"Please," he whispered, more tears replacing the lone one. She shook her head and pushed on the door again. He lost his footing, sliding backward long enough for her to slam the door and lock it.

"Jade!" Liam shouted loudly, crying, "Please don’t do this! Please let me talk to you!" He was pounding on the door now, full force, rattling the windows next to it. Jade squeaked out a cry and then fell into the sitting position against the door, laying her head back onto the wood. Liam continued to beat on the door with his fists, begging her to let him inside so he could talk to her. She gasped loudly, trying to catch her breath against the sobs that were doubling her over. She held onto her torso. Didn’t he realize how hard this was for her? How much this was hurting her? Sure, she’d only known him for a month and a half, but she’d given her entire self to him, body and soul. She had fallen so deeply in love with him that she couldn’t see herself with anyone else and now she was being forced to let go of that. How could she ever trust him again? She put her head back against the door again, closing her eyes tightly, listening to his screams and pounds shake the area around her.

"OI!" a shout came from outside and she sniffed loudly, listening hard.

"What’re you doing here?" It was Niall. He and Lucy must have returned from their dinner date.

"I just want to talk to her," Liam bumbled. Niall stepped up onto the porch.

"Well, beating down my door isn’t the way to go about it," he said, "She’ll talk to you when she’s ready."

"She won’t answer my calls!" Liam cried, "She keeps ignoring me. I just want to tell her what happened."

"Listen, mate," Niall said, "She’s not ready to hear from you yet. Standing outside my house having a proper fit at her while you’re so drunk you could fall over isn’t exactly the way to get her attention."

"Please, Niall," Liam said, "Just let me inside. Let me try to talk to her." Jade heard Niall take a deep breath.

"No," he said, "You’re not going inside." And with that, Jade felt the front door shake as Niall shoved his key into the lock and then pushed it open. She scooted away from the path and watch Lucy stride in and look down at her. Lucy gave her a sympathetic look. Without warning, there was a slight scuttle next to her and she looked up, wide-eyed, to see Niall pushing backward on Liam as hard as he could.

"I said no, Liam!" Niall shouted. Liam started to fight his arms. Jade could tell that both of them were growing angry.

"I’m going to talk to her!" Liam yelled into Niall’s face, "If I have to climb through her fucking window, I’m going to!" Niall growled loudly, his eyes filling with anger. Suddenly, his open palm was on Liam’s face, his other hand on his chest, and he shoved Liam with brute force across the porch and Liam tripped backward off the front steps. He landed hard on his back and grunted loudly, his nose suddenly bleeding. Niall rushed to the top of the steps.

"If you take one more step near my house, I’ll call the police," Niall growled at him, "Leave my sister alone. If I find out that you’ve bothered her before she’s ready to speak to you again, I’ll take care of you myself." Liam glared up at him from the ground for a few moments, breathing heavily. Finally, he heaved himself up from the ground and stumbled toward his car. He felt around his pockets, slapping his legs. He looked around for a moment and then glanced back up at Niall who was dangling a keyring from his hand.

"I’ll call you a taxi," Niall said and then stomped into the house, slamming the door after himself.

13th February, ThursdayReblog
Before You Leave Me: Chapter 14

Flashing, colored lights passed over Jade’s face as she stepped into the building behind Liam. He was dragging her behind him by the hand. There were hoards of people standing all around them, smiling, laughing, and drinking. Liam grinned at a few of them greeting them and wishing them happy holidays. Finally, after a few moments of this claustrophobic journey, Jade came to a halt beside him and looked around.

"They should be here somewhere," she heard Liam call over the loud music. His gaze darted around them and finally, his eyes landed on a resolute spot and recognition flashed across his face. He smiled widely.

"Come on," he murmured at Jade and grabbed her hand again, pulling her through a smaller crowd of people. Jade watched her feet, tripping along after him, trying not to think about the large number of people pressing in on her. She hoped that Liam would remember soon that she didn’t like to be this confined. As if reading her mind, he looked back at her and then reached his arms toward her and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her toward him. He kept his hands on her shoulders, holding her close to himself while finishing the trip through the crowd. An clearing opened in front of them and Liam finally let his hands fall from her. He grinned at a person standing a few feet away and approached him.

"Hey," he said loudly over the music, causing the person to turn. A colored male, short-haired, slightly shorter than Liam, turned toward them and a white, pearly grin spread across his face.

"Payne!" he called and threw an arm around Liam’s shoulder, pulling him in closer for a one-armed hug. Liam laughed and patted him on the back.

"I was just telling Andy I didn’t think you were going to make it," the friend laughed. Liam chuckled, pulling away from him.

"Well you know how my parents are," he told him, "I have to pry myself away with the jaws of life." The man laughed and Liam looked back at Jade.

"This is Niall’s sister, Jade," he introduced her, "Jade, this is my friend Drake." Jade smiled and shook Drake’s hand warmly. Drake grinned down at her.

"Glad to finally meet you," Drake said and Jade nodded. Another male approached, this one blond with longer hair. He had avery defined jaw and was around the same height as Liam, maybe slightly taller. Liam grinned widely.

"Jade, this is my best friend Andy," Liam introduced her. Jade smiled and shook Andy’s hand.

"Happy Christmas," Andy greeted her and then turned back toward Liam, "I’ve just seen Niall and his girlfriend running around somewhere. They were wondering when you would arrive." Liam looked around.

"I didn’t know they would be coming," he admitted, "That’s cool, though. We can make a party out of it, right?" He looked down at Jade and smiled. Jade grinned and her nerves loosened at the thought of Lucy being there to soften the blow of meeting so many new people. She wondered where Lucy and Niall had gone. She looked around the crowd of people, but little good it did, as her lack of height allowed her to see nothing but several torsos grinding together with the music and hands holding multi-colored drinks. She felt Liam slip his hand onto the small of her back.

"Would you like something to drink?" he asked, leaning down to speak directly into her ear. She smirked at him sideways.

"Only if you’re having something," she said, "I don’t want to drink alone." He laughed.

"What can I get you?" he asked. She licked her lips.

"Whatever you’re having," she told him. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"You sure?" he asked, his mouth turning up at the corner, "I usually walk around with whiskey all night." She chuckled.

"Better have them add some Coke to mine," she said and he laughed, planting a small kiss on her lips.

"Be right back," he said, "I’ve just spotted Niall and Lucy. I’ll send them over, shall I?" Jade nodded and watched as Liam walked away, keeping his hand extended to hers as long as they could stay linked. Finally, they dropped and he disappeared into the crowd. Jade let out a small breath and then flopped herself backward down onto a club couch behind her. At least she was going to get to have a little bit of fun with Liam and his friends. She had been afraid that most of the night would be all nerves. Jamison and Coke would definitely help that. Without warning, Andy fell to the couch next to her, a drink in his hand.

"Hey," he smiled at her.

"What’s up?" she asked, looking over at him. He smiled and shrugged.

"Having a good holiday in London?" he asked. She nodded.

"Of course," she said.

"Is it much different than holidays stateside?" he asked. She turned her mouth up at the corner and shook her head.

"Nah," she told him, "Not really. Same meals. Same gifts. Parties are a little wilder, but you guys know how to party over here." Andy laughed loudly.

"I’ve always said that," he told her. She smirked at him and watched as Liam returned with two glasses. He handed Jade the more full and darker of the two and then took a sip of his own.

"You trying to corrupt her, Andy?" Liam asked. Andy chuckled.

"Wouldn’t dream of it," he grinned. Liam laughed and looked back as Niall and Lucy appeared, hand in hand. Jade grinned and jumped up.

"Hey!" she called and gave them both a quick hug.

"Hey," Lucy smiled at her, "How did it go today?" Jade chuckled and looked at Liam as he leaned toward Niall to strike up a conversation.

"It went great," she said, "A lot better than I expected. His family is amazing." Lucy smirked at her.

"I told you that you had nothing to worry about," she said. Jade laughed.

"I know," she said, "I was just nervous." She glanced up at Liam and Niall. They had their heads close together, speaking quickly, but quietly. Liam’s eyebrows were furrowed and it looked as if Niall was telling him something that was causing him a great deal of discomfort. Jade pursed her lips and stepped toward them.

"What’re you boys talking about over here?" she asked jokingly. Liam and Niall stepped away from each other and Niall walked back toward Lucy. Liam smiled at Jade and snaked his arm around her waste.

"Just band stuff," he murmured, "Nothing spectacular." Jade watched him take another sip of his drink and brought her own to her lips for a moment. She didn’t like the look of distraction in Liam’s eyes as they swept the dance floor. She bit the inside of her cheek and let out a small sigh.

"I’ll be back in a moment," he leaned down and said in her ear, "Gonna use the restroom. Stay here and talk with Lucy for a bit."

"Okay, sweetness," Jade said and watched Liam step away after brushing his lips across her cheek. Her eyebrows pressed together and she stepped next to Lucy who had just bid Niall a short farewell.

"Hey," she greeted her friend again, less enthusiastically.

"What’s wrong?" Lucy asked. Jade shook her head.

"I don’t know," she admitted, "I don’t like the way Liam is acting." Lucy tilted her head at her friend and Jade shook her head again.

"He seemed fine until he talked to Niall," she told Lucy, "He seems really distracted all of a sudden. Did Niall say anything?" Lucy’s mouth curved into an S-shape.

"I’m not sure," Lucy said, "Not really. I just heard him say something about someone named Sophia and then he walked off to the restroom." Jade licked her lips and blinked at Lucy a few times, her heart hammering. There was the name again. She knew, at some point, it was going to come up again and that had terrified her. She blinked a few more times and then looked away from Lucy’s confused face. Her eyes swept across the sea of bodies blocking her line of sight until they came across a gap in the crowd. There, standing almost fifteen feet away at the bar, was Liam, and his gaze was trained to something Jade couldn’t see. And then, without warning, someone appeared in front of him - a dark-haired girl with caramel colored eyes. She leaned forward, smiling, and pressed her lips to Liam’s cheek and as she pulled away, Liam’s face turned white as a sheet. Niall returned to Lucy’s side suddenly and Jade pressed her drink into his chest, causing him to jump and grab hold of it. She started to step toward the bar. Niall pressed his lips together.

"Jade," he said, trying to stop her, "Jade, don’t." Jade held her hand up behind her, silencing him. She crossed the space in a matter of seconds and her feet came to a halt on the other side of Liam, opposite the dark-haired girl. Liam blinked away from the girl and then down at Jade for a moment, before closing his eyes tightly and turning his head away.

"Who’s this?" Jade asked with mock sweetness and Liam opened his eyes and his mouth, bleeting out half-formed words at her. Jade glanced up at the girl, who blinked at her and then looked at Liam expectantly. Jade took a deep breath and then glanced back up at Liam, everything suddenly clicking in her mind.

"Sophia, right?" Jade asked, turning toward the girl. The girl looked at her again, her mouth forming into an angry pout.

"Yes," she said, stepping toward Liam, who turned his head away from her, "I’m his girlfriend. And you are?"

It felt like someone had punched her in the gut. The breath left her lungs in a rush and she grasped around for it silently for a few moments. She looked up at Liam for a split second and his eyes bore into her. She licked her lips and then looked at Sophia again.

"Leaving," she murmured and then turned her back on them, shoving through the crowd.

"Jade!" she heard Liam’s voice calling after her, but ignored it, crashing through the bodies around her, toward the door.

"Jade, stop!" his voice called again. Her small hands hit the door with force and it burst open in front of her, cold air and rain swallowing her. She walked as quickly as her feet would carry her across the paved parking lot. She heard the door thrust open behind her again and then footsteps.

"Jade," Liam’s voice came again and suddenly, tears sprang to her eyes.

"Wait, please!" he yelled and then she heard his feet start pounding the pavement in a run. Without warning, his arms were around her from behind, pinning her arms down and stopping her from walking. She growled loudly and struggled against his chest, shoving backward into him. Finally, she jerked her arms free, and turned to face him quickly. She lifted her left hand and hit him, open-palmed, as hard as she could across the face. He grabbed his cheek and stumbled backward a bit.

"You don’t get to touch me!" she shouted at him, tears now openly flowing down her face.

"Please," Liam’s voice cracked, "Please let me explain." She shook her head at him, sniffing loudly.

"There’s nothing to explain," she said loudly, "You lied to me. You told me she was just someone you had a crush on. She’s your fucking GIRLFRIEND, Liam!" Liam closed his eyes and his hands flew into his hair and then ran down his face, ridding it of the water dripping from it.

"Let me explain it!" he begged her.

"Just leave me alone," she said, "I don’t even want to hear your voice right now. I don’t want to talk to you. I have nothing to say to you." She turned on her heel and started to stomp away, leaving him standing where he was with a look of defeat on his face. She made it four steps before she stopped and turned back around.

"No," she said, "You know what? No. I do have something I want to say." She rushed toward him and shoved her finger into his chest. He backed up a few steps, looking down at her.

"You know what I don’t understand?" she half-shouted, "Why? Was this just some sort of game for you? To see how many girls you could get to sleep with you at once? To figure out how many girls you could get to believe you loved them?" She sniffed loudly again, rain flattening her hair against her head.

"I believed you, do you know that?" she asked him quietly, "I believed every word. Does that make you feel like a man?" She bowed her head for a moment, tears streaming down her face.

"Jade," he whispered. She shook her head at him and then licked her lips, blinking into the rain.

"Just go away," she said quietly and then lifted her wrist, pulling off the bracelet he’d given her. She pressed it into his chest and then turned away, walking down the sidewalk, not really caring where it led.


Her bed was soaked from her dripping clothes. She hadn’t even bothered to strip off her shoes. She lay curled into a ball, her arms wrapped around her knees. How could she have been so stupid? How silly had she been to believe every word that he’d said to her after only a month and a half? She sniffed and buried her face into her pillow again, hiding her eyes away from the world.

"Jade?" a knock sounded through the room and she looked up to see Niall standing with his head peeked meekly into the cracked doorway. She took a shuttering breath.

"Did you see?" she asked. He sighed and nodded at her. She licked her lips.

"Guess you were right then," she muttered thickly and her face crumpled into a fit of tears. She slapped her hands over her face. Niall sighed and let the door fall open, stepping across the carpeted floor.

"It wasn’t about being right," he told her, "It was about protecting your heart. Now scoot over and let me hold you." She sighed, still hiccupping, and made room for him to climb into the bed. He fell down beside her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her small form into his chest. She let out a few more weak cries.

"Shh," he shushed her, rubbing cirles on her back. She took a deep breath, pressing her hands to her mouth. They were quiet for a few moments, except for her sniffles.

"Did you know?" she finally asked. Niall took a deep breath.

"Yes and no," he said. She looked up at him. He sighed.

"Before you came," he started, "Liam and Sophia had been having some problems. She was always really controlling. I could tell they weren’t happy, but he was head over heels for her. So, he wouldn’t break up with her. She went on a holiday right before you got here. She told him that she wanted to take a break while she was gone and that maybe they could get back together when she got back. That’s why he was so out of sorts the day you met him." Jade took a deep breath.

"Why did you push so hard for me to be his friend then? If you hadn’t…" she said. Niall licked his lips.

"That was completely my fault," he admitted, "I didn’t want him to feel alone going through that pain, so I wanted him to make friends. I never dreamed anything like this would happen. I don’t even really know if he knew if they were together or not." Jade sighed and let out a small, sarcastic chuckle.

"Trust me," she said, "They’re together. She made that perfectly clear tonight." Niall sighed.

"I don’t think he meant to hurt you like that," he told her. She sniffed.

"You think. You don’t KNOW. He could have been planning this all along," she told him, "And that also doesn’t change the fact that he lied to me. He never said that Sophia was someone he dated. He said she was just someone he had a crush on for a little bit. Why didn’t he just tell me? Was he planning on just dropping me when she got back?" Niall sighed loudly.

"I can’t answer that," he said, "Only Liam can answer that."

"Well I’m not going to bother taking the time to ask him," she told Niall, "He doesn’t deserve a chance to say anything to me, not after what he did. I’m just going to go back to the United States and forget this ever happened." Niall swallowed and hugged her close again. She could tell that he was trying to hold tightly to her, not just physically, but emotionally as well. She could tell that he was thinking the same thing she was: she didn’t want this to ruin the relationship she had with Niall.

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