Liam Payne
I raise an eyebrow to myself as the girl with red velvet coloured hair sits down on the hospital bed, her eyes scanning the room as if she's leaving her home. I shove my hands into my pockets, looking around the room awkwardly without saying a word.
I feel her eyes narrow on me and I look down to meet her chocolate brown orbs that twinkle in the light. A tear drips down her cheek and I feel the urge to go wipe it away and tell her that she'll be okay, but then the urge to leave it alone comes and gets the hold of my actions.
I know absolutely nothing about this girl. I don't know her name. I don't know her age. I don't know her story. I don't know her.
But I want to.
I give her a sheepish smile and watch closely as she stands up from where she was sitting, and walks past me, out of the door to the hospital room.
Well maybe I deserved that. I guess no one really explained what happened with her to me. All I know is that her moving in was my suggestion but the lads took it further so I blame them.
I sigh to myself and walk out of the room, looking around the hospital lobby and frowning to myself when I don't see the familiar straight red hair flowing around and shaping a girl's face.
I feel someone come up behind me and my back stiffens. I seriously didn't need to be spotted at a hospital on break. This wont look good on the magazine covers. I can see the headlines now. One Direction's Liam Payne Spotted in New Cross Hospital with Mysterious Red Haired Beauty.
It's not the first time I've been to this hospital. I used to come here when I was younger to get injections into my arm. I only have one working kidney. It's depressing to think about it but I try not think of it. I'm grateful for everything I have. I've always been loved by my family.
That's all I could ever ask for. People to love me and accept who I am.
"Boo," the figure behind me whispers into my ear. I feel chills on my neck as the cold, minty breath breathes on me. I turn around quickly and meet the twinkling brown eyes for the second time today.
"I thought you left," I state, confused.
"I'm a ghost..." she says, trailing off in a whisper. I smile at her but roll my eyes. I grasp my fingers onto my aviator sunglasses and pull my right hand out of my pocket, unfolding the sunglasses and putting them on quickly. I pull my grey beanie down more to cover my hair and grab Twinkle's hand.
I guess that's what I'll call her. Since her eyes are always twinkling--yeah it's cheesy. I'm terrible at giving nicknames.
"What's with the glasses?" she asks. I look down to her and see her raise an eyebrow at me as she pokes my sunglasses.
"It's a disguise," I say simply. She smiles.
"Oh I see. Your an assassin. This is like one of those movies I suppose," she says quietly, sighing to herself.
"What?" I ask, ill at ease.
"It's completely cool I mean, I've always wanted to be an assassin. I think it's cool to know one. As long as your not going to kill me," she explains. I shake my head at her, puzzled. She thinks I'm an assassin?
But, she wants to be an assassin? I'm sure she was just kidding. Probably just freaked out is all she was. I'm not surprised. One Direction is a bit weird but come on, we're lovely lads!
"I'm in a band called One Direction," I explain. She nods her head in awe and smiles awkwardly, trying to look as if she knows exactly what I'm talking about. I'm guessing she doesn't get out much. Or she doesn't watch television.
"What can I call you?" she asks. I look over to her and scrunch my eyebrows. What can she call me?
"What can you call me?" I blurt out instantly.
"Well...your in a band. Don't you usually have nicknames?" she questions me and I nod, knowingly. I feel the heat on my cheeks rise and I look away from her, embarrassed. I probably look like an idiot.
"My name is Liam. Call me what you like as long as it isn't rude," I say quietly. I feel her nodding her head next to me as we walk out the hospital doors into the cool night air. I look around the darkness and walk into the lot where my car is parked.
By my car I mean Louis' car. I don't even have a license. And everyone say's I'm the responsible one of the group.
"I like your shirt," she says. I look down to my shirt to see the red and white checkers of my plaid button-up. My signature shirt. I smile to myself and look up to her and find her staring at Louis' Porsche Boxster.
"Thank you," I say, referring to her complimenting my shirt. She looks up to me and I walk her to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for her and letting her get inside before I shut the door gently and walk around to my side, getting in the drivers seat and put the key in the ignition and turn it the the left, starting the car up.
"Am I stuck living with five boys?" Twinkle asks. I shrug my shoulders and pull off my aviators, throwing them in the backseat.
"I know as much as you do...But yes," I explain.
"Well you knew that and I didn't," she mumbles.
"You know it now so that doesn't count," I declare. She nods approvingly and I back out of the parking lot slowly, looking out the back windows to make sure there are no cars around here for me to hit.
I smile to myself, looking around and seeing that I've successfully pulled out of my parking spot without crashing into anything or anyone. I look down to the radio and switch the stations around, choosing one that I like.
The familiar sounding guitar chords of Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran begins to play on the radio station. I turn the volume up a little and turn on the headlights of the car, pressing the accelerator down slowly and moving the car forward.
I look to my right and see Twinkle staring out of the window with a hood pulled over her head. Her sleeves are long and cover her hands but it doesn't look like she really cares enough to roll them up. That, or she's cold and having them down keeps her hands warm.
Why am I even thinking about this right now?
I sigh and shake my head at my thoughts as I make a right turn onto the highway. I glance back and fourth between the road and the girl in the car with me.
How did this happen so suddenly? One Direction was camping in the woods and a random girl appears and collapses right in front of us?
I want to know how the fire even started. I mean sure, no one knows, but usually people investigate fires don't they?
I do know why I am sitting in this car right now, though. It's because I had to ask if she would like to stay with us. That's just me being me. Paparazzi is bound to find out sometime. So, I guess we'll have to get the story straight.
We could make up a story but we don't have to. I mean, what harm is being done? It's not like she's trying to become famous by knowing or meeting us. Her living with One Direction was completely my idea.
She would have died if we weren't there.
That's...scary.
Just to think, If the boys and I weren't there she would be dead. The girl sitting next to me could be dead right now. I'd probably never have heard of her. I'd never see her. I'd never meet her. I'd never know her.
"Look out!" a familiar voice shouts. My eyes shoot up to the road where a bright light shines right in my eyes and a scream comes from the seat next to me, making me turn my head to the right.
Unknown
I smile to myself as I walk past the ruins of this burned down house. A lighter is flaming in my right hand and I'm using it as my guide through the darkness.
They honestly don't know do they?
I'm so disgusted with society. People can be so stupid sometimes. So clueless. But, I suppose I am living in secret. I'm hiding from reality and I'm distancing myself away from everyone. This will assure that no one will find me.
My plans obviously didn't work. People got in the way of them. What I would like to know is how she possibly got out of the house. It couldn't have happened. I made sure of it. I checked everything. It was foolproof. Everything was perfectly perfect.
I guess it's just like the Magic 8 Ball, Try again later. So that's exactly what I'll do. I've gone to all ends to make sure this plan would work and it didn't. So this means, next time I'll just have to try harder.
I grin and let the lighter fall to the ground, burning out quickly. I pull a piece of paper out of my pocket and unfold it, pulling out a flashlight as well. I prefer fire.
Find her. And get to work.
I read the paper a couple times over and over again. This is my job. What I've been paid to do. So, I must find her. And her friends to.
You only die once.
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