I Cannot Hide This Even Though I Try ~ A COMPLETED One Direction Fanfic

14 - Thompson (Part 1)

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Well, that’s all for now… Toodles!

-LT

“Are you done yet?” Louis asks just moments after I read the last words of his e-mail.

“No. Shut it.”

“Sorry…”

I laugh at my older friend’s gullibility, then tell him the truth: “I’m kidding, Lou. I just finished it.”

There’s a pause and I start to believe that Louis is actually angry with me, but then I hear him chuckling on the other end of the line. “Oh, good. Here I was beginning to think that you had lost your ability to read,” he teases. “So, what say you?”

“No, absolutely not,” I snap playfully. 

“You’re an arse,” I head Louis grumble.

“I heard that. And I was kidding,” I scold.

“That was the point, nimrod,” Lou retorts. “So you’ll keep an eye on Nialler for us?”

“Yes, Lou. And even better, I can tell you what I know of Niall’s dream.” 

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*Third-Person (Omniscient) POV*

A buzzing noise breaks the silence in the room, causing Liam to stir. He rolls over and looks for the source of the noise before reaching out and grabbing his mobile from his bedside table. He blinks a few times to clear his vision then hits the button on top of the iPhone to make the screen light back up. He unlocks the phone with one hand, using the other push his sheets away, all the while swinging his legs off of the bed so that his feet hit the carpeted floor.

After staring at the screen of his phone intently for a few more moments, Liam stands up and walks towards his closet. He pulls out a relatively plain white ‘v’ neck t-shirt with a pocket on the chest. He makes his way to the chest of drawers near the door to his personal washroom, opening and closing different drawers as he searches for something comfortable to wear. He eventually decides on a pair of cargo shorts, grabbing them and a pair of boxers before heading into the bathroom to shower.

Twenty minutes later, Liam walks out of his bedroom with his phone in his hands. He slips the iPhone into one of the pockets on his shorts, grabs the keys to his car and flat, and leaves. He turns around to lock the door, but remembers that he should drink some water before he goes. He scurries into his kitchen and grabs a bottle of water from the fridge, hurrying so that he can be on his way.

After what seems like an eternity of being stuck in traffic, Liam pulls into a parking space as close to the building as he can manage. He drains the last of his water before sliding out of his car and into the warm, summer air. It is all he can do to restrain himself from jogging into the building, which leads to him speed-walking most of the way in.

Liam checks in with the receptionist and takes a seat across the walkway from an elderly couple. He sends a couple of texts to his friends and waits for their responses. Seemingly satisfied with the texts he receives, he slips his phone back into his pocket and decides to let himself think about the possible outcomes of his appointment.

Not really thinking about the fact that he’s technically in public, Liam begins to sing along to the quiet music coming from the radio. He can’t help it; whenever he hears his and his bandmates’ music playing, his loses control of his vocal chords. Fortunately for him, the office he’s in is private, so the chances of him encountering anything more than a fan or two is slim. As luck would have it, within a minute the giggling of a teenage girl interrupts Liam’s thoughts.