The Switch Up(A Liam Payne love story)

Chapter-42

[LIAM'S P.O.V]

Each time I punched the bag I could feel the heat steam out of my body and couldn’t help but punch it till I was out of breath.

I wasn’t angry.

I was sad.

I was disappointed.

A person who I had trusted so much, heck, who I had LOVED so much!

Had just torn me to pieces.

Why do the people who only want some peace and happiness in their life, end up getting the total opposite?

Oh wait.

I forgot I had signed up for drama four years ago.

I sighed and held on to the punching bag.

‘Isn’t that guy from that band?’ I heard someone say.

‘Yeah, that group that lost the X-Factor’, snickered one.

My temper boiled as I looked at them from the corner of my eye.

I knew better than to cuss or throw a punch at them.

That would be the last thing that I need now.

I sighed and then smiled straight at them.

‘Yeah we lost, but we’re the ones who they remember’, I said and walked out leaving them gaping for words.

 I pulled my hoodie over my head again as it kept falling down and it was annoying me.

But compared to me my prior mood, I felt alright now.

The workout at the gym had cooled me down and my head seemed to be working more clearly now.

I stuffed my hand in my jean pocket, searching for my cell but all I could get was a wad of chewing gum.

CRAP.

I had forgotten my cell in the R.V; the lads must be freaked out by now and Elizabeth-

Elizabeth…

I felt guilty for not saying a word to her.

Maybe we could talk about it.

Maybe we could even find a way out.

Maybe-

My string of thoughts snapped the moment I saw a huge crowd surrounding our R.V

Black smoke engulfed the air and flames rose from the R.V.

No.

NO!!!

My adrenaline took control of me as I made my way through the crowd.

‘LIAM!’

‘WHERE WERE YOU?!’

The reporters were everywhere and I ignored them including the fans who were trying to get a hold of me.

I made my way to the yellow tape and as I tried to get through I was stopped by the firemen.

‘LET ME IN!’ I yelled.

‘I’m sorry sir, but you’ll have to step back’, they said.

‘THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS DAMMIT!!’ I yelled and pushed through them.

The smoke made my eyes water and I was already coughing.

I scanned the place and finally found the lads along with El, near an ambulance.

They looked ashened as they took breaths from oxygen cylinders.

But wait.

Where were Zayn and Elizabeth?