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.


13. Chapter Thirteen


Sierra’s POV


Classes went smoothly for the first day. I met a nice girl called Chelsea who had an almost identical timetable to me. Lea tweaked her schedule so that our classes were almost matching too. I was content with how the first day went. But now I was nervous as hell about meeting with Liam. I didn’t care about being in the magazine, and I didn’t care that Chase sold me out. I only cared about how Liam would react. Would he tell me that we needed to lay low until this died down, for the fans? Would he tell me that we needed to break off contact? Endless possibilities swirled around in my overactive imagination, each one worse than the last. I was sitting in my apartment with a cup of tea and a highlighter trying to finalise my timetable when my buzzer went off.

                ‘Sierra?’ Liam’s voice called up through the intercom.

                ‘I’ll be right down!’ I called back, and quickly made my way down the building to see Liam leaning against the bonnet of his car. He looked gorgeous as usual, and the sight of him only made my stomach churn even more nervously.

                ‘Hey you’ Liam smiled at me and pulled me into a hug.

                ‘Hey’ I smiled back weakly. Was hugging like this in public still okay? I was confused. He opened my car door for me before jumping in the drivers side and speeding off. Payphone by Maroon 5 and Wiz Khalifa was blaring loudly from his speakers. I joined in singing without even thinking. Payphone was mine and Tara and Kalia’s favourite song before I left New Zealand. Wow that seemed so long ago now, it’d only been a week, but a lot had happened since then and I couldn’t believe how quickly time had gone. I sung oblivious to Liam’s penetrating gaze. I only noticed his eyes on me when I realised he wasn’t watching the road.

                ‘Hey! Eyes on the road Payne!’ I teased.

                ‘Aw, don’t stop singing Sierra. You have a beautiful voice.’ he complimented

                ‘And now that I know you’re listening I’ll have to stop.’ I giggled like a little kid. What was it about this guy that had me feeling like a 12 year old with her first crush?

                ‘Please? I’ll sing with you.’ he offered. It seemed like a good deal, I loved his voice.

                ‘Fine.’ I surrendered happily.

I’m at a payphone

trying to call home

all of my change I spent

on you.

Where have the times gone

baby it’s all wrong.

Where are the plans

we made for two

If happy ever after did exist

I would still be holding you like this

All those fairytales are full of shit

One more fucking love song I’ll be sick.


We sung along easily, matching each others harmonies effortlessly. I was surprised to say it, but his voice really did compliment mine and make it sound a lot better than it was.

                ‘Well, that was um, something.’ I stuttered.

                ‘You amaze me more and more every day.’ he laughed at my surprise.

We chatted generally for the rest of the ride to his. He asked me about uni, I asked about the boys. He asked about any new friends, I asked about how the album was coming along. Conversation flowed effortlessly as we both avoided the elephant in the room. We finally arrived at his and Niall’s apartment. He opened my door for me, a gentleman as always and took my hand as we made our way to his apartment door. Fans shrieked and squealed and took pictures of us in the few seconds it took to close the gap between his car and his front door. All I could really register was surprise at the turn of events. One minute we’re signing along to Adam Levine and the next we’re mobbed by squealing girls. One asked to take a picture with me. I was flattered but politely declined.

                ‘Sierra! How’d you two meet?’ a sweet faced girl of about thirteen asked. I ducked under Liam’s arm to avoid the chaos and the flashing lights. We finally got inside where Liam exhaled in relief. Niall’s cheerful face appeared, peeking around the bathroom door.

                ‘Mobbed on yer way to the door?’ he grinned impishly

                ‘Just a bit.’ I managed to stutter out. Liam’s grip around my shoulder tightened protectively.

                ‘Want me to go handle it?’ Niall offered. Liam smiled.

                ‘That would be excellent Nialler. You’re the best’ he accepted. A few seconds later and Niall was out the door and the shrieks restarted. I stifled a giggle at their enthusiasm. I knew that if Tara was here she’d be outside, fangirling like the rest of them. The thought of her summoned an unwelcome tug on my heart. I really missed my girls, my mum.

                ‘Want tea sweetheart?’ Liam finally released my shoulder.

                ‘That’d be great, thanks.’ I smiled at his sweetness, and his use of the term sweetheart.


Liam’s POV


I was mentally freaking out, to put it lightly. When Lou called me this morning to tell me about Sierra’s details being released in that magazine I was sure she’d want nothing to do with me. I wouldn’t blame her if she’d rejected my offer to meet up today. But, Sierra being Sierra, she’d accepted totally unfazed by what was going on. Singing with her in the car felt like nothing was between us. Then when we’d arrived at my apartment and the fans had started going crazy I was sure she’d run back to the car and drive away, never looking back. But she’d just smiled, avoided the frenzy and strolled inside like nothing had happened. She never ceased to surprise me. She was siting on the sofa now, scrolling through her Tweets chewing on her bottom lip subconsciously. I slid onto the spot next to her and handed her the tea. Her head snapped up when I sat next to her and she put her phone away.

                ‘Thanks for the tea.’ she smiled at me, but I detected a little hesitation there.

                ‘Everything alright love? I’m sure your Twitter is blowing up… along with your Facebook.’ I glanced at her nervously. The pressure of social networking sites is something the lads and I are coached on daily. We’re taught how to deal with hate, spam, lies, threats and the never ending compliments. For someone like Sierra to just be thrown into the spotlight like this must be pretty intimidating.

                ‘Well, 287,500 and something followers in one day sure is something.’ she took a sip of her tea.                ‘Sierra, I’m so sor-‘ she cut me off.

                ‘Liam, I’m not worried. I don’t mind any of this. It’s you I care about. If me being associated with you is too much publicly, especially after Danielle, I understand. If you want me to go, I’ll go. I’ll delete my Twitter and Facebook if that’d make things easier for you. I don’t want you to have to go through anything more then what you have. Not now, not while you’re still healing.’ she played absently with her bracelet, avoiding my eyes as she spoke.

My mouth literally dropped.

She wanted to break things off, not because she was scared of the backlash for herself, she was worried about me. I could not comprehend this sweet girl’s loving, caring, selfless offer. I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my lips to the crook of her neck, trying to commit to memory her scent, the soft feeling of her skin, satin under my touch.

                ‘No.’ I whispered to her. ‘I don’t want that, at all. I’ve only just got you, I don’t want to let you go. Not yet, not at all. You’ve done more for me in one short week then I’ve done for myself in the last month. I want you to realise how special you are Sierra, not just to me, but as a person. I don’t think I’ll ever meet anyone as special as you.’ She raised her enchanting green eyes and met mine.

                ‘But the fans…’ she whispered.

                ‘They’ll love you.’ I smiled at her and tucked a strand of stray blonde hair behind her ear.

                ‘If you want this, despite the repercussions, I’m in.’ she committed, her voice strong and steady, her gaze unfailing.

                ‘I just want you.’ I promised. I kissed her softly on the lips. ‘Don’t delete your Twitter or Facebook babe. I want the world to know the exquisite girl they’re all so curious about. Mind if I send out a little tweet introducing you to the fans?’ I grinned at her cheekily.

                ‘Sure.’ she winked back mischievously, game for anything.

I pulled out my phone and tapped out a tweet quickly.

Hey guys, this is my friend @sierrapantsxo send her a tweet, say hello. You all caugt me havng pasta w/ her th othr day :P

I showed her the tweet before I hit send.  Her phone instantly started vibrating with notifications from Twitter alerting her to the thousands of new followers and mentions that had started pouring in. She giggled.

                ‘I’m gonna have to redo my settings.’


Niall’s POV

 Well it’s about time I got a chance to explain my feelings on what was happening.

I love the lads, I still love Zayn. Heck, I even love Sierra, she seems like a nice chick. I have no problem with her and Liam being together, I’m all for it! I just feel like I’m constantly the one patching things up. And on that note, my phone started ringing with a call from Harry.

                ‘Nialler! Baby! What’re you doing? We need to hang out. Nando’s in five?’ Harry’s slow voice declared into the phone.

                ‘Fuck yea!’ I grinned, I was always up for some Nando’s.

                ‘I’ll be there in a few’ Harry hung up. I pulled my Supra’s and a hat on and waved goodbye to Liam and Sierra who were sitting on the couch doing a spontaneous twitcam. I raised an eyebrow at their willingness to go public then shrugged. Whatever makes Li-Li happy, I reasoned with myself. I grabbed myself a bag of corn chips and met Harry out front. He tried to eat my last chip, so I tried to eat his hand in punishment, even though I’m about as terrifying as a baby penguin (self-admittedly). Harry laughed and shook me off.

                ‘We’re in the car, going to Nando’s and you bring a bag of corn chips.’ Harry ruffled my hair.

                ‘Like anything would ever upset my appetite Haz’ I grinned back at him cheekily.

                ‘So what’s going on with Liam and Zayn? Any improvements there?’ Harry asked slowly.

I chewed on the inside of my lip and filled him in on all the drama with Danielle showing up and Zayn’s pocket call to Liam. Harry drove quietly listening to me talk. When I was done Harry nodded his head and exhaled with a low ‘I see.’ I laughed. He always seemed a little bit stoned, even though he didn’t touch the stuff. His mannerisms were just so funny and so Harry.

                ‘What about you and Lou? How’re things going there?’ I changed the topic. I wanted to hang out with Harry for a little breath of fresh air from Liam’s dramas.

                ‘We’re fine. Lou’s amazing, as usual. But lately, I don’t know. I think he’s got a thing for Sierra.’ Harry blushed, embarrassed. I punched him on the shoulder lightly for being an idiot.

                ‘Harry! No way. Can’t you see that Lou has eyes for you? He’s just trying to set Liam up with Sierra you idiot!’ I laughed. ‘He just wants us to all be happy again.’

                ‘I know. I know. I don’t know why she bugs me so much though.’ Harry sighed.

                ‘Maybe you’re…. jealous?’ I teased.

                ‘Shut up.’ Harry shoved me playfully.

                ‘You are aren’t you? Haz is jealous!’ I jumped out of Harry’s reach as he went to shove me again.

                ‘I don’t know! Maybe?’ Harry admitted helplessly. I grinned and sat back down next to him and pulled him into a hug.

                ‘That’s normal Haz, you and Lou will be fine. Just let’s focus on Li and Zayn and getting the band back together. Then Lou will be able to go back to his usual crazy self, and you’ll have your BooBear back.’ I advised. Harry grinned at me.

                ‘Lou’s been trying to plan a date for Liam and Sierra, candlelit Italian rooftop dinner under the stars.’ Harry warned.

                ‘Who’s cooking the Italian?’ I asked warily.

                ‘At this stage? Lou.’ Harry cringed

                ‘Not if I have anything to do with it.’ I offered.

                ‘Thanks Niall, I knew you’d be there for me to rely on.’ Harry ruffled my hair again. I shoved him off and laughed at Lou’s starry night dinner idea. So Lou. 

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