Lost (Liam Payne)

Part 6

Pen made herself NOT look back at Liam. She was not going to end up liking this guy who was just going to leave anyhow. She had a boyfriend. She had plans. Saving money to go to Paris. That little voice crept back into her head. "You will never leave this town.You will live here forever." She tried to push it aside but she knew it was true. Frustrated, she called Tom again, only to get his voicemail.

Operation "Make Penny Like Me." started with Liam cleaning up his own lunch dishes. Then he picked up his own room and picked the dirty towels up off the floor. What else could he do? He walked out and spotted Penny sitting in the window seat and the end of the "bridge." She had a sketch pad. He went to grab his writing notebook and climbed the stairs to join her. "Hey." he said. "Mind if I write?" Penny shrugged her shoulders. Then she turned and looked out the window. He admired her profile, trying to figure out how to tell her that he really was sorry about that Holly girl. She said she didn't care, but he had a strong feeling that she did. "What are you drawing?" he asked.

Without turning her head, she flipped the sketch pad over so he could see it. It was Paris. He could see the Eiffel Tower in the background. He thought for sure it would have been of the lake. He reached forward and took the book, flipping through it. Many, many pictures of a man at the beginning of the book. Him laughing, him sleeping, him writing on papers. Then they changed to landscapes and pictures of children. The man was gone. "Is that Tom?" he asked. She nodded. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"New Years Day. Not too long." she said.

"When had you seen him before that? Christmas?"

She shook her head. "He went home. I stayed here."

Liam looked at her. She didn't know. He could see it plain as day! This guy was doing a slow break up. Stop calling, stop seeing her, hope she gets the hint. Should he tell her? He decided against it and handed her back her pad. She went back to work and he looked down at his blank pad.

"Sometimes it's hard" he wrote, thinking about Penny. He wished he knew what to say to make her smile. The he started to jot down things that were hard, things he wanted to say to her. To say what you really think, to forgot about the past, making the same mistakes, over and over. Before he knew what had even happened, he had a rough idea for a song. He started to work with the words, play a melody in his head. He felt like he couldn't stop writing. This hadn't happened in such a long time. Something about her face, her expression, made him want to write.

Sometimes it's hard
To speak what's on your mind
To leave your past behind

To hope that you can find
A way through circumstances you cannot control

A sadness deep into your soul
That you cannot disregard
Sometimes it's hard

To get through your working day
And find the words to say
Everything's okay when you know differently inside
You feel you're gonna break
Your life is full of the same mistakes
And it seems to fall apart
Sometimes it's hard
There is no easy answer
There is no miracle cure
Clouds, they tend to cast a shadow over what is pure
Rest assured this will not last
Rain that falls, it has to pass
And the Sun it will shine again
Rain, oh rain, please go away
Come again another day
Maybe we'll be a little stronger then
Sometimes it's hard
To be who you know you are
To find a place to start over and stay calm
And find the silver lining
I know you're gonna come through
There is strenght inside of you
And yours is a beautiful heart
Sometimes it's hard

 He had written a song. He was sure he had a melody to go with it. It had been so long that he couldn't help but grin. This place was magic. She was magic. He looked up at her. She was watching him and sketching. "Did you draw me?" She nodded and turned her pad. It was him, pencil in hand, tongue between his teeth, with a look of concentration on his face. It was amazing. "Can I have it?" Again she nodded and turned to look back outside. He wanted to tell her that sometimes it's hard. He wanted to comfort her. Maybe she DID know. But it wasn't his place or the right time. He just looked back at his song and got to work.

Credit due to Jamie Lawson as he wrote that song and not Liam!