The Girl With the Guitar (Liam Payne Love Story)

December 22nd, 2013

Zayn’s POV

Today was our meeting with management about our tour dates. I was excited because it was our first tour and of course I wanted to know when. We weren’t really discussing the dates they were just telling us. We don’t really have a say, but hey I'm down with that.

The car stopped and we all got out. As the five of us entered the building Niall’s eyes looked vacant and far away like he was preoccupied with much deeper thoughts. It bugged me I couldn’t read his mind because he was usually a pretty simple guy. The elevator dinged as we reached the floor of the meeting.

Later when we sat down in the conference room Niall looked better than he did before, but he still looked troubled.

“Alright these are your 2014 tour dates!” A lady said excitedly as she handed each of us a packet with places, dates, and times of our performances for our tour. I flipped through when my eyes stopped on a certain date. May 27th. I looked over at Niall and I could tell he was flipping out on the inside. None of us knew why, but Niall had a serious emotional problem with the date May 27th. We were all too scared to ask. For the last 4 years I've known him Niall has locked himself in his room on that day. I can sometimes hear him crying and breaking things. It was a side of Niall that freaked me out. And he would always be so chill the day after, but Louis has told me he has heard Niall crying sometimes at night.

“Um I can’t be there on May 27th…” Niall stuttered. Everyone looked at him like he was crazy. Except for the boys and I of course because we knew this was coming.

“Excuse me? You can’t be there? Oh I think you can. This is a tour for crying out loud not a dentist appointment! You do not have a say in the matter! You will be there ready to perform whether you like it or not!” the lady shouted at Niall with such force I was taken aback, but what happened next was more surprising.

“Well sorry to inform you I will not be performing on that date. Tell people whatever you want, but you can’t force me to come because I won’t.” Niall snapped as he stood up and walked out. Everyone just stared. Harrry stood up and followed him out. The room was quiet. After what seemed like ages the lady who I had now I had now identified as Mrs. Bueller spoke up.

“So what do you boys think about the tour dates?” she asked the remaining three of us. While they responded I settled in for an awkward meeting.

Harry’s POV

I ran after Niall who seemed to be crying. I knew he had some bad memory related to May 27th, but he never talked about it so I was pretty much clueless. I couldn’t see Niall in front of me anymore, but I heard heavy breathing and sobbing coming from one of the rooms. I opened up the door to see Niall looking at a wrinkled picture in his hand and sobbing.

“Niall I know you don’t want to, but you need to tell me what’s wrong.” I said sternly. He looked up at me with his big blue eyes that were rimmed with a pale green and teal around the pupil and I felt like I had kicked a puppy or something. He looked so fragile.

“My... sister.” he choked out. What?!?! I tried to contain my confusion as I continued speaking to Niall.

“What do you mean, Niall? You don’t have a sister.” I asked slowly and cautiously.

“No I do... or did I don't know” he choked back a sob revealing the picture of a young girl’s school picture “Her name was Athena. When we were eleven and we had gotten off the bus from school and we started down the road home. It was just like any other day. Sunny and warm with no signs of irregularty. I got curious and insisted we take the risky route through the woods all my friends were taking. I begged her because i wanted my mates to think I was cool. She finally agreed, but when we were in the woods I strayed away from her with the cool kids. I left her alone on a path she had never been on before.  That was the last time I ever saw her. On May 27th, 9 years ago” his voice sounded hoarse as he explained. It was kind of horrific to listen to. He didn’t say straight up if his sister had… died or not. What had happened to her? Did she fall into a ditch or was she murdered or kidnapped? I had so many questions that I knew I couldn’t ask.

“They never found her so I don’t know what happened or if she… you know… died” He said at barely a whisper. I looked back at the picture and the girl looked so happy… I wonder how she looked now. 

April 17th, 2012

Liam’s POV

You know I forgot how delicious mochas were. Yum, yum, yum. Ooh a guitar store! I should get Niall a new guitar for his birthday! Sure, his birthday is in like forever, but hey getting shopping done early right?

As I walked in I noticed a girl who looked about my age with a big burly man and an overweight lady. She looked frail, but she was extremely pretty. Dark brown curly hair framed her pale face. Her large bright blue eyes shimmered. And my favorite part was the circular wire Harry Potter glasses that adorned her face.

While the man and the lady were looking at guitars she cautiously backed away from them to where the door was. She tried to open it, but the man had already gotten there and pushed her back violently. She nervously approached the hanging guitars, where I was, and picked up a simple acoustic. She started playing it and wow. She was an angel. It was a song I had never heard before. Then she started singing and it sounded very familiar. The song she was singing was definitely an original so it wasn’t the song that I had heard before. I was sure I knew her voice. I decided to talk to her.

“Hey what’s up love?” I asked her kindly. She jolted backwards and tensed up. She seemed very scared, but calmed herself.

“Nothing I’m just playing the guitar.” She replied timidly. I noticed she had an Irish accent. She looked around as if she was checking if anyone saw her talking to me. Her voice just sounded so darn familiar!

“I’m Liam, what’s your name?” I questioned her a little more urgently because now I really just wanted to know if I already knew her or not. Her name started with an A. Or at least I was guessing by the necklace she was wearing around her neck. Before she could respond the burly man came rushing over, literally pushed me away, gave the girl a stone cold glare, then yanked her arm and dragged her away. Her eyes filled with fear. The fat woman turned to me.

“Her name is Rose.” the woman stated harshly then ran after the man and “Rose” It didn’t make sense that she was wearing an A necklace and her name was Rose. Something was up. “Rose” looked at me from outside. She looked desperate. She mouthed the word “help”. I got scared. The man slapped the “Rose” across the face and shoved her into his van. He chuckled as he sat in the driver’s seat and drove away. Holy! Is that girl kidnapped? Right before he the van became out of sight I snapped a picture of the liscence plate with my phone. I could have helped her, but now she was gone and I probably would never see her again. No, I was determined to save her. She needed someones help desperately and my quick acess to picture taking abilities might be the only thing that could do it. I would never forget her beautiful face and I knew I had to see it again.