What would you do if you were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time? Run? That's what Lucy and Nina did. Running led them to One Direction. Now, becoming best friends with the boys is easy. Lovers, amazing. But when names get to the press on a trip to Italy,  everybody better run because stories will be told and horrors will be relived when someone shows their SCARS.


20. Chapter 19

(Lucy's POV)

Waking up, I could hear the soft hum of the airplane. But also, Ed Sheerans, The A Team being lightly hummed above me. I didn't want to move. This was my own little paradise; however, my butt got uncomfortable. The humming stopped.


I opened my eyes and looked up. The first thing I see is chocolate brown eyes. Then a pleased smile as he leans down and kisses my forehead.

"hmmmm......" I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep, but Liam shakes me.

"c'mon love. We're landing soon."

It took a while, but soon I sat up. Stretching my arms forward, I accidentally hit Nina in the back of the head.

She turned around. "bitch! You be hitting my head?"

I laughed. "oh shut up!"

She turned back around in her chair and I turned to find Liam staring at me intently. A smile playing at his lips.

"what?" I asked.

"nothing" he just shrugged.

"you were staring."

"no I wasn't."

I leaned back and placed my head on his shoulder. "liar." I whispered, leaning up to kiss his neck.

He chuckled and looked down at me. "has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?"

I shook my head. "no actually..."

"well you are." 

I let out a small sigh and look out my window. I could feel Liam's gaze burning into the side of my face, but I didn't want to turn around. After a minute of silence, I felt him place his hand on my leg.

"Lucy. What's wrong?"

I shrugged.

"do you not like being on planes? We're almost off now..."

"no. Planes are cool." I said, still not looking at him.

"then what is it?"

" 's nothing."

It was quiet. "you don't believe me." he said, very certain of himself.

"no. I do." my brain was trying to be confident, but my voice cracked.

"Lucy. Why don't you believe your beautiful?"

"cause I'm not." I mumbled.


"excuse me." I got up and squeezed past him. Soon I was entering the lavatory.

"god Lucy. What is wrong with you!" I splashed some water on my face, thanking god I wasn't wearing make up. I heard a rustle outside, but I ignored it. Then I just stared. I know staring at yourself in the mirror sounds conceited, but who doesn't?

For five minutes I sat in there, pointing out every single flaw about myself. Doing it out loud so it seems more truthful to everyone who can't here me. 

"my eyes are to blue. My nose, to odd... My lips are a funky shape. My freckles are to clumped. My smile doesn't shine. I'm fat. My hairs to wavy and heavy." 

Once I was done with my little rant to myself, I exited the bathroom. I was about to enter the cabin, but a hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me back and pinning me against a wall.

I was about to scream for my stranger to let me go when I met a pair of loving brown eyes.

"Liam! What the hell!!" I whisper-shouted. I didn't want people to hear us.

"your eyes" he said kissing my eyelids closed, "are a beautiful blue. Your nose" he kissed my nose,  "is perfect. Your freckles are wonderful" he kissed my cheeks, "your hair is amazing!" he said, moving my hair to kiss my neck.
Suddenly he looked back up, into my now open eyes, then down at my lips. "your lips..." he leaned down.

Suddenly his lips were on mine, and I felt fireworks flying. His lips were soft and warm. They moved in sync as he pushed his body up against mine. "You're not fat." he said breaking the kiss and pushing his body harder against mine, before kissing me again. I felt him licking my lips, asking for access, which was granted. His tounge immediately took control, exploring every crevice possible, while still playing hockey with mine. Soon he broke the kiss. Trailing little kisses down my jawbone to my neck. I could feel him giving me a hickey. As much as I didn't want a hickey, I smiled.

He came up and rested his forehead against mine, me still smiling. "and your smile..." he whispered, "I would walk through the desert, I would walk down the aisle. I would swim all the ocean, just to see you smile." he sang. I lightly hit his chest, laughing, but left my hand there. "your smile is a glorious light. Please don't let it fade..." he looked at me pleadingly.

I stood up on my tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I promise."
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