Liam’s POV
Damn it. Just…Damn it. I sigh in frustration as I stare down at my mobile. Yes, that really did just happen. Danielle just broke up with me the day of our first 2013 tour.
“Liam, we’re on in five.” the stage manager calls, her short silhouette in the doorway. I nod and head to the side of the stage, trying not to think. It’s time to sing, to be the appeasing one-fifth of One Direction. Not time to concentrate on relationships.
But getting too serious?
That has to be a joke, right? Why start a relationship if you don’t want to go anywhere with it? Hell, I don’t even see her much. Yet visits about twice a month and the occasional dinner and surprise presents are too serious?
“There’s Daddy Direction!” Louis says as I arrive on spot.
When I don’t smile or join in on their senseless chatter, Niall pulls me aside and asks what’s wrong. But the stage manager is waving us to get out there, so I brush past him and glue a smile to my face. So what if Danielle and I are over? At least now I’m not wasting my money and time on a relationship that isn’t going anywhere.
Throughout the first three songs, I’m angry. Surprisingly, my notes are still flawless. Perfect practice really does help for something like this. It’s like my body already knows what to do- what note to hit, where to move, and when to speak to the crowd. It’s the first day of tour, yet it feels like I’ve run through these songs millions of times.
From the fourth to seventh song, I calm down and get into what I’m doing. The crowd is screaming loud and I even spot a few posters with my name on them. A particular blonde in the front row keeps screaming my name, and that really gets me to cheer up and smile for real. Danielle may not love me, but look at how many girls are willing to date me!
Then, sadness really gets to me through the last few songs. I really had loved Danielle. At least I thought I had. Her funny laugh…the way her voice was smooth and soothing after a long day…the way her hand felt when I held it.
Damn it.
I feel a sting of tears as I sing the last few notes of the last song. I blink them away as we run off stage. Finally, the night is done with. I change into comfy clothes and get onto the bus taking us to our hotel. The lads each call out to me, but I ignore them. I throw my phone in my bag so I don’t have to feel the weight of it my pocket or have the temptation to call Danielle. What I really want to do is find some better explanation, but I know I should just move past it. When the lads board the bus, I’m curled up on a chair, my head against the window, and my eyes shut so they get the point that I don’t want to talk.
When we get to the hotel, I’m the first off the bus. Fans are in the lobby and I fake a smile for them.
“Are you alright, Liam?” One asks sincerely worried.
“Yeah, just a headache.” I lie with a half hearted smile. I like the fact that she cared enough to ask, and for that, I give her a hug. “Did you enjoy the concert, love?”
She’s blushing like mad, which makes me sigh internally. Girls.
“Absolutely!” She says. Security pushes at me and I wave. “Hope you feel better!” She yells after me.
I slide my card in the door slot and push it open. Finally, I’m alone. With that, I gently shut the door behind me. Though it makes me feel weak and embarrassed, I let a few tears escape. Soon enough, I’m crying like a bitch. I can’t help it though. I thought I loved her, and she just completely rejected my feelings. I take a shaky breath, not bothering to wipe away the tears since I’m sure more will follow. I flop myself down on the bed. When a knock sounds on the door, I ignore, hoping who ever it is will think I’m already asleep.
“Liam, let me in.” An Irish voice. The familiarity compels me into getting up and opening the door. My plan was to tell him to go away, he pushes it open and comes inside before I can protests. When he notices the look on my face, he shuts the door behind him. He pulls me into a Nialler hug that makes me just feel worse.
“What happened?” He asks as I struggle to make myself pull it together.
“Danielle broke up with me before the concert.” I say.
“The nerve of that bitch!” He says, walking away, shaking his head. I feel my mouth drop open in surprise. I hadn’t expected that reaction from this blonde innocent boy. Most compare him to a baby penguin.
“I have a question, Liam.” He continues. I just nod my head and follow him over to the windows. He takes a peek outside the shades before turning back to me. I wait for him to ask the question, growing impatient.
“How are we supposed to find love?” He finally asks. Yet again, he manages to surprise me. Since when has Niall really sat down and thought about love? He walks closer to me, not directly looking at me…the only way to describe his actions are…shy.
“I mean, we’re on tour all year, with only each other for company.” He explains, still coming closer. He stops just in front of me, and I back up. He follows me and I become confused. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he continues. “How do we find love with girls when we only really have each other?”
A small part of me begins to understand what he’s saying just as the unbelievable happens.
He kisses me.
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