Life Changes in London Chapter 5, a misc. tv shows fanfic

Chapter 5:

I wanted to ditch, I should have ditched, and I definitely could have ditched. But did I? No. I'm such an idiot.

"You look stressed." Came his warm voice, from behind me.

"I'm not, I just… thinking."

He cocked an eyebrow, "Stressful thoughts?"

I sighed, "I guess you could say that." For some reason, I couldn't help but to smile.

"Well, maybe, if you're up for meeting some of my friends, you'll be distracted and feel better?"

That wasn't going to happen with him here…

"Sure." Fuck.

Liam smiled, and motioned towards his car; I'd never noticed before, but he had a really expensive looking car, no idea what kind of car, but an expensive looking one.

Conversation came easily between us, I promised myself I would be honest with him from now on, and find a way to bring up my lie and fix it…but I never got a chance. To be honest, the chance could have been easily made…but I was far too interested in his life…

Liam Payne was fascinating. He didn't drink, do drugs or party and yet, he wasn't an uptight prick.. He told me about how he was bullied, and so he took up boxing (that would explain his beautiful body). At one point, we talked about our first relationships.

"I sang to a girl, she accepted, then broke up with me the next day."

I couldn't help but laugh, "What a jerk, I wouldn't have broken up with you the next day, I'd give you a week…"

"Alright then, what about you're first relationship?" he said with mock anger.

" Ummm, when I was five, I was married to every boy in my class, including the teacher. Does that count?"

"Nope! Every girl dated their teacher when they were five, first real relationship!" That smile, every time I saw it, I liked it a little more.

"Well, as relationships go, I haven't had any real relationships. I've had a couple flings, but nothing major. They did last more than a day though…"

"Oh did they? Go on then, how long did they last?" he joked.

"Three days, actually." I stated, matter-of-factly.

We both burst out laughing.

By this point, we had arrived at his flat. I got nervous again, I wanted his friends to like me; I'd been popular back home, I wanted to be popular here…at least that's what I told myself.

I needed to keep reminding myself that I was a bit of a chameleon, I'd always morphed to other people, and I'd always fit in. If I could do it back home, I could sure as fuck do it here. If that's what he and the boys liked, that's what I was willing to be. Besides, I'd been sober since I got to England, I could stay sober until summer. Liam didn't need to know my past; he could think I'd always been sweet, kind and innocent. That's all he was going to see from me after all.

We walked into his flat in silence, I guess he could sense I was thinking; but I doubted he would ever guess what I was thinking about, he probably assumed I was just nervous.

"Here we are." We stood in front of his door, "Are you okay? If you'd rather hang out, just us-"

"What?" I laughed, " No, of course not! I'd love to meet them!"

He smiled that dazzling smile, once again and opened his door. The first thing I noticed was that it wasn't some expensive tricked-out flat. It was like an apartment. He had a black couch; beside it was his guitar and across was the kitchen. Again, it wasn't anything extravagant or fancy, just a few cupboards, a fridge and a stove.

"So the famous Liam Payne lives in a plain old flat? Where's your rock-star mansion?" I teased.

"The boys and I aren't into the 'rock-star lifestyle'. We'd rather be boring and simple. And, speaking of the boys, they'll be here soon."

I looked over at the guitar "You play?"

"Only a little, Niall's the expert. I also play the piano a bit…"

I smiled, as sweetly as I could, "Play for me?"

Liam walked over to his guitar, and started playing a few chords. Honestly, he wasn't the greatest, but he definitely wasn't awful.

"You aren't bad…when everyone else gets here, you should have a competition, to see who's best."

"No way! Niall would win! He's really incredible at the guitar, I can only just play."

The door opened then, to reveal four boys, all incredibly attractive, walking into Liam's flat.

"Hello boys, this is Melissa. She's American, but she won a scholarship to a private school in London. Melissa, these are Louis, Harry, Zayn and Niall." He motioned to each one.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" perky and cute…

"Hello love, I'm Louis!" he had beautiful eyes, and hair. The kind you can stare at for hours and not get bored of.

"I'm Harry!" He was a bit shorter, with dark curly hair and gorgeous green eyes.

"I'm Niall" This one was carrying food, had blond hair and blue eyes. Best of all, he had a fucking Irish accent.

"And I'm Zayn." He seemed to give off that Dark and Mysterious kind of vibe; he had tanned skin, dark hair and dark brown eyes.

When Kelsey took me to the concert, I realized how hot they were, but I did not think that they were drop dead sexy. Damn. My guilt kicked in…I was going to live a lie in front of them… Thankfully, I'd gotten good at telling my conscience to shut the fuck up, and that's exactly what I did.

The boys were hilarious! We spend the entire day eating, laughing and talking about America. Apparently, it was an interesting topic…

"So, in America, they call football soccer and they call the game where you use your hands football?" Louis looked genuinely confused.

"Basically, leave it to us Americans, right?"

"Louis, don't forget these are the same people who made pizza into a vegetable." Harry joked.

"The best damn vegetable there could be!" I retorted.

"Niall, you're the food expert, are pizza's vegetables?" Louis quizzed.

"If I say yes, will someone order one right now? I'm hungry."

"We should make one!" Harry exclaimed.

"You guys can make one, I'll watch, since I suck at cooking." I joked.

"Harry's brilliant at cooking!" Zayn put in.

"Especially Mexican. He makes amazing fajitas!" Louis exclaimed.

"In all seriousness, I've never had a fajita…" I said, meekly.

"I'll make you one!" Harry kind of sounded like a super hero.

I smiled, "I'd love to try them, but I need to get back!"

"Right, you still have school! Do you need me to drive you home?" Liam asked.

"I'd like it, but I can call a taxi."

"I'll drive. Boys, don't break anything! Zayn's in charge until I get back."

Once I got back, I snuck into my bed, pulled the covers over my head, and prayed I wouldn't be expelled. I had literally ditched half the day. I was fucked.

Just then I heard Kelsey's voice, "I came to check on her, and she was gone!" Fucking rat.

She and Mrs. D walked in, to find me huddled in my covers. I smiled meekly, "Hi." I tried to sound as sick as I could.

"Kelsey tells me you were missing just twenty minutes ago. Is this true?"

I looked over at Kelsey, genuine care and confusion clouded her eyes. She was a sweet girl, but she needed to learn to keep her mouth shut.

"Oh, I went for a walk, I just needed some air. I-I'm sorry…"

Mrs. D glared at me, obviously she knew I was lying, but she had no proof, so she simply said, "We need to know next time, and since you missed half a day of classes, you'll have to do make up assignments."

Shit, no way was that happening…I needed to sell my story, "Okay, I'll do make up assignments, but may I please sleep first? I feel awful right now." I sniffled a bit, and gave a sleepy smile.

"Fine. We'll talk later. Kelsey, back to class." And the two walked out.

I was safe this time, but I needed to be careful, firstly, the boys thought I was a well- behaved little girl. Secondly, I could get expelled for skipping class. Thirdly, and I had to admit it to at least myself, I liked Liam. I liked him a lot.