Don't Worry

When Liam and Sierra meet on their flight to London, both cannot deny their immediate attraction. Liam has just suffered a nasty breakup with Danielle & seeks refuge in Sierra. However, will Sierra's dark past make it impossible for her to love?

Liam/OFC, Larry Stylinson, Niall/OFC, Zayn/well, Zayn's in the shit.


4. Chapter Four


Zayn’s POV


                ‘Zayn! Get out of bed! You’ve been holed up in your room for far too long now.’ my mother chastised from outside my bedroom door, waking me up. I groaned and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my head to drown out her words. Yes, I have been hiding in my room. No, I don’t plan on changing that status today. I reached out and grabbed my phone off my bedside table. Eight missed calls from my manager, three text messages. I sighed; I supposed I’d better check them.


You not contacting him makes this so much worse. Stop being an ass, and call him to explain yourself.

Niall x

Hmm, of course Niall was the one to contact me. He’s probably the most lovable guy in our boyband. He doesn’t know the full story yet, but of course he’s the one willing to contact me to try patching things up, even though he probably thinks I’m the biggest, most selfish asshole in the world. And since we’ve travelled the world, we’ve met a few of said assholes. I felt terrible after reading his text, he’s right, I have been an ass and I should’ve contacted Liam to try to explain but I’ve been to self absorbed and stuck in my own misery over the whole bloody situation. I sighed, and moved onto the next text.

Mr. Malik,

This is your manager Trina. We’ve had no contact from you for the past month. We need you to give us a statement of some kind to feed reporters, who are starting to get suspicious. If you want the death rumours to start flying, then by all means ignore this text. If you want to improve your current social predicament then I suggest you get back to me.

Trina Hall.

I decided to ignore that one, I’ll contact Trina later.


I’m so so so so so so so so so so sorry about what happened. I know that it’s fucked up everything for you guys as a band, and for me and Liam as a couple and the fans are going to have my head for this. The last few years getting to know you guys better has allowed me to get to know you better too, and I guess my drunk self acted on some suppressed subconscious desire. It was incredibly selfish of me to act on it. I just can’t believe this whole situation. It’s crazy. I told Liam that we got together. I’m sorry

Danielle xoxo

I decided that one needed a reply.

How much did you tell him?


Sierra POV


As soon as the wheels hit the slippery tarmac a sense of excitement filled me. I’d made it! I’d made it to a city with more people than the population of the country I came from. I looked over at the boys excitedly. Louis winked at me and Niall gave me a big grin. Harry scowled in an adorable way and Liam, well Liam was holding my hand, his eyes shining.

                ‘Welcome to our city’ he smiled. He was obviously proud of London; I could tell he wanted to show it off to me but he seemed kind of reserved about it. Our plane halted to a stop and he helped me get my carry on luggage down from the stowaway rack above us.

                ‘Well, I guess this is us then right?’ I smiled nervously. I wanted to stay in contact with these guys, they seemed really nice and I was hooked on Liam. I wanted to help him overcome this slump, and I wanted to get to know him better.

                ‘Er, I guess so. It was really nice meeting you Sierra. Thanks heaps for, y’know.’ Liam winked at me, incapable of verbalising his weak moment.

                ‘Hopefully we’ll see you around Sierra!’ Louis grinned, pulling me into a big bear hug. Harry put a hand on Louis possessively before saying goodbye to me too.

                ‘Yeah, you seem like a nice chick.’ Niall said happily. ‘Liam, you should get her number’ he winked at me and my mouth dropped open. Wow, I thought, that was forward.

                ‘Right,’ Liam managed. He seemed as shocked as I was. He pulled out his iPhone and opened up the new contact function. I tapped in my number quickly and Liam shook his head as if to clear his head.

                ‘We should catch up some time’ Liam whispered to me, so the other guys couldn’t hear. I nodded hopelessly. I was captivated; I couldn’t wait to get to know these guys more. They were so intriguing.

                ‘Er, I don’t want to be rude Sierra but you might want to exit the plane separately to us, unless you want the paparazzi to think that you’re dating one of us.’ Niall nudged Liam blatantly hinting that I should be dating him. I sighed at him, exasperated but I giggled instead. God, what kind of effect are these boys having on me?

                ‘You’re right. I should go. It was nice meeting you all.’ I shot them one last smile. They beamed back at me, even Harry who had seemed kinda grumpy that I’d interrupted their little foursome, and even poor broken Liam. I picked up my carry on bag and trudged off the plane into the airport. There were screaming girls and paparazzi everywhere. Cameras were flashing and my ears were deafened by the shrieks. One reporter shoved a microphone in my face and asked if I’d seen the boys on the plane and asked if Harry had gotten naked. I shook my head, terrified and tried to dodge any other obstacles between me and the luggage carousel. I found my purple suitcase effortlessly (bright colours tend to stick out in a sea of black bags) and escaped the chaos of the airport by finding solitude in a taxi. My phone beeped and my face lit up when I saw it was Liam.

Hey Sierra

 If you still want someone to show you around London, I’m free tomorrow?

Liam xx

He was so sweet. I replied straight away.

Hey Liam,

Yeah tomorrow’s fine J

Sierra xo

Oh my God. I have a ‘date’ with one of the worlds biggest stars tomorrow. How on earth did a girl from a small town in a tiny island manage that? My taxi arrived at my apartment and I gave him some money. He helped me get my suitcase out of the boot and I thanked him, before entering my new home. I spent most of the night unpacking my stuff into my new apartment. My mum had inherited this place from my real dad when he died when I was 6 years old, it still smelt of him faintly. There was a loud knock on the door, I swung it open and on the other side stood a tall tan girl with bright bottle red hair and gleaming emerald eyes. She was wearing ripped black skinny jeans, a Ramones t-shirt. She held out a casserole dish, her nose scrunched up as if it was a bowl of slugs that she wished to dispose of.

                ‘Hey, figured you’re new and you could do with some dinner.’ She pushed the dish into my hands and strolled past me into the apartment. I had to stifle a laugh at her obnoxiousness. She held out a hand which I shook firmly.

                ‘I’m Lea. Welcome to the apartments. I live next door to you with my brother, Chase.’

                ‘Thanks for the casserole’ I answered boldly, trying to assert my dominance in my own apartment. ‘I’m Sierra. I just moved here as you know. I’m from New Zealand.’

                ‘Oh wow! That’s awesome. What’s it like there?’ she asked and we erupted into general chit-chat, devouring the casserole which was surprisingly good. It was good to have made a friend here already.

                ‘So what’re you doing all the way from home in London?’ Lea asked.

                ‘I’m studying performing arts at university. What do you do?’ I replied

                ‘No shit, I’m studying performing arts too. Maybe we’re at the same uni.’ she wondered aloud.

                ‘Hopefully’ I muttered, ‘It’d be good to know someone there on the first day’.

                ‘True that.’ agreed Lea. ‘Well, it’s pretty obvious you’ve just moved in, your apartment is currently lacking personality’ she smirked.

                ‘Agreed. I’ve gotta buy some stuff to spice it up a little. You don’t happen to know any good interior design places around here do you?’ I asked, hinting that we should go shopping.

                ‘Oh God yes. I’ll show you around sometime this week if you like?’ she offered.

                ‘That would be amazing! We don’t start uni for another week, so how about Wednesday?’

                ‘Sounds good to me. Anyways I bet you’re wrecked after that flight, so I’m gonna head off. Here’s my number, text me on Wednesday and we’ll go stock up on shit to decorate your place with. Nice meeting you.’ Lea let herself out. A force to be reckoned with I thought to myself, smiling at the idea that I’d already made a new friend in London. I plopped myself into the big soft bed that awaited my in bedroom and promptly fell asleep.

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