In Love With One, Kidnapped By Another

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 - Rebecca

I've never really had a place that I belonged in. Sure, people think that I'm pretty and nice, but I've never had something that makes me special. Macy, my sister that you heard from earlier, has many talents, such as playing the piano or being a fantastic writer. I on the other hand suck at all things musical (A/N: No, you don't, sis ;) ) and I have the artistic abilities of a dog. There is nothing special about me, and not many people notice me either.

Until today, that is. Today is the day that I walked into first period and saw Liam Payne for the first time in my life. Today was the day that my walls around my heart started breaking down. Today is the day that I started to see a pair of warm brown eyes staring into mine wherever I looked. Today is the day that I met my soul mate, the one that I was destined for at birth.

I never did believe in soul mates as a child. It was a load of poppy cock, something that mothers told their children in stories. Soul mates didn't exist, and neither did love for me. I loved people such as my family and friends, and they loved me back. Though, I never thought that someone would actually be capable of loving someone as broken as me.

Macy is the strongest out of us two. She is older by a year, which means that she took care of me as a child. She protected me and took the whippings and brutal words that my father screamed. She never let me get touched by my drunk excuse of a father, and for that, I am eternally grateful. I wish it is me who's back is scared with the memories of the lashings of a whip. I wish it is me who tries so hard to protect my sister that I forget to love anyone else. I wish that I had taken my sister's place, instead of her taking mine.

"Hello, my name is Liam. Do you mind if I work with you?" A deep, husky voice brings me out of my thoughts. I blush in embarrassment and look up at the one and only Liam Payne.

Liam is literally like an Adonis. His brown hair is cut short, but not short enough to be a buzz cut. He stands at a little under six feet, towering over my five feet, five inches. His beautiful brown eyes make my own orbs seem plain in comparison. He is a gorgeous boy, no man, and I have no idea why he is talking to me.

"Sure!" I respond all too quickly, my voice unnaturally high. Liam chuckles, a smile gracing his red plump lips. He rolls up the sleeves as he takes a seat next to me. I look down at his forearms, a tattoo starting right below his wrist. The tattoo is simple and black, running almost all the way to the crease in his elbow. The tattoo is four arrows, all pointing in one direction. I resist the urge to touch his arm.

"Shall we get started?" Liam snaps me out of my thoughts once again.

"Absolutely," I respond, taking a sheet of paper out of my book bag. I also remove a pencil from my bag as well. I smile at Liam, and we start on the first problem written on the white board.

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Forty minutes later, all of our questions are finished, and I am beginning to pack up. I look to my right and see Zayn and my sister talking to each other. I smile at the both of them; it is good that Macy is finally opening up to someone other than myself.

"I had fun working with you today. Do you think that we could work together again tomorrow?" Liam asks me, his voice coming out like honey. I grin at him.

"I'd love that," I respond, looking down at my shoes. All of the sudden, long arms are wrapping me in a tight and warm embrace. It takes me a moment to recover, but when I do, I hug him back.

All too soon, Liam pulls away to go pack up his things. When he is finished, he comes back down to my table. I smile at him.

"I have Mrs. Long next. Who do you have?" He asks me.

"I have her as well," I answer him.

"Well in that case, would you like me to walk you to class, madam?" He asks me with a posh, English accent. He holds his arm out like a true gentlemen, and I take it.

"Yes, I would, you kind sir," I respond with an equally, posh voice. I giggle to myself, and his face breaks out into a grin.

"You have a wonderful laugh. I love it," he compliments me. My cheeks turn scarlet, and I duck my head.

"Thanks," I tell him. We start walking out of the class when the bell rings.