Foolishly completely fallen

Life can be pretty crazy when your twin brother happens to be Liam Payne, and your touring around the world with them. And to make it crazier you've kind of got a huge crush on your best friend, who happens to be in Liam's band... Yeh that's my life right now. Charlotte Payne, that's me or Charlie as the boys tend to call me. People who don't know me compare me to Liam and think i'm just like him, when in all honesty were almost complete opposites. Really the only similarities were our eyes and hair color. Some think i'm using his fame, other's think i'm an annoying girl with the perfect life. When there's four people who know the truth about what keeps me up at night in fear. And why there are bruises scattered all over my body. There's only four people who i can trust with everything. When my life is everything far from perfect. Maybe i'll be able to finally trust another person enough to open up about my scary secrets and possibly find love along the way...


11. Chapter 11 ☆ the photograph

HEY GUYS I UPDATED AGAIN TODAY! haha i hope you guys like it, its a little short but its 12:50 and i need to get some sleep for the dance tomorrow. i hope you guys enjoy the chapter! let me know what you think! i love you all, thank you so much for fanning, liking, commenting and favoriting! it means so much to me! 

<3 Bee


Charlie’s P.O.V.

Zayn didn’t let go off my hand till we pulled up around the back of the hotel, and it was only to place his hand lightly on the small of my back as we stepped out of the van. We all immediately made our way onto the huge tour bus. Paul Quickly ushered us all along, did a head count and then we were on the road again.

All of the lads began declaring their need for sleep, and that we should assign bunks, once again since Payton, Justine and Daniel we’re now here. Daniel had been waiting on the tour bus for us, while we were at the hospital. We had six bunks, and 10 people. One of which belonged to Paul.

“Daniel and Payton can share a bunk” Liam said walking towards the bunks, all of us slowing trailing behind. Daniel and Payton found their bags and set them underneath the empty bunk they claimed as their own. They called goodnight as they sluggishly crawled into the small bunk, pulling the curtain shut and trying to get some rest.

“Justine, you and Niall can share right?” Liam asked looking over his shoulder as he stopped at Niall’s bunk. Which was the one half above Payton’s and Daniel’s , and Liam’s.

“Come on love, I don’t bite” Niall joked as Justine was silent for a few seconds, she blushed and nodded her head. Niall helped her get her things and slid them underneath the row of bunks and helped her climb up the small latter into the bunk, him following shortly behind.

“Night everyone!” Niall called as he crawled into the bunk after her. You could hear some whispering coming from behind the closed couples’ curtains as they giggled and whispered back and forth.

I shook my head slightly and grinned, they were cute together. There were 3 bunks left, and it was clear I was going to have to share with someone. There was Zayn’s bunk, Harry’s bunk and Liam’s.

“Uhmm… you usually share with Zayn” Liam voiced awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck, wincing slightly anticipating my reaction. I licked my lips and nodded my head, Zayn’s hand was still placed lightly on the small of my back.

“Okay…” I said moving forward and looking at the pile of bags “Which one is mine?” I asked looking over at Liam.

“The white one is yours” Liam answered. I grabbed my bad out of the pile and moved it over to mine and Zayn’s bunk. Zayn had one of his many bags sat on the bunk as he looked through it. I set mine down next to his, unzipping it, I curiously looked at the clothing that was inside of it. There was a bright lime green piece of fabric along the bottom of my suitcase, I pulled it out and it was a onesie? What, since when did I where something like this. I sighed and set it aside. I zipped my suitcase back up and slid it underneath our bunk, turning back towards Zayn who had just pulled a pair of pajama pants out of his bag along with a t-shirt.

“Where’s the bathroom?” I asked quietly while picking up the green onesie. Everyone else had fallen into their bunks, not even changing, quickly falling asleep. Even the chattering couples had grown quiet.

“I’ll show you” Zayn says gathering his things in his arms and walking out of the bunk room and stopping once we were in the front of the bus again, “It’s right through that door” he said pointing out which one.

I thanked him and moved into the bathroom closing it behind me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked a mess. I had bags under my eyes and I looked a sickly pale. My hair was a right mess. I picked up a hairbrush from the counter and fixed my hair into a French braid. I washed my face with cold water, before stripping down out of my sweatshirt and jeans. I was still in my underwear and a tank top. I looked down and there were ace bandages wrapped around my wrists and up my fore arms. There were scars and bruises along my upper arms, finger prints. I looked down at my thighs and saw white lines from scars along my upper thighs, there were more prominent ones that seemed more recent closer together that were irritated. I looked even closer at myself in the mirror as a single tear ran down my cheek. I brushed it away with the side of my hand and picked up the onesie, sliding it on over my small frame. It hung off of my body, too large for my own body. I zipped it up to my chest then looked in the mirror one more time and pulled the door open, gathering my clothes in my hands.

Zayn was leaning over the kitchen sink brushing his teeth. He was in plaid pajama pants and a grey t-shirt. He looked over his shoulder as he heard the door click shut behind me. His clothes were neatly folded on the counter beside him, opposed to my messily balled up dirty clothes. He spit the toothpaste out and rinsed his toothbrush off then set it in a cup along with 9 others. He pulled a yellow one out and wordlessly handed it to me. I took it and brushed my teeth as Zayn waited for me. I carefully set my toothbrush back in the cup and Zayn grabbed his clothes leading me back down the hall into the bunk room. He took my clothes from me and set them in a mesh bag under our bunk.

I pulled the sleeves of the onesie over my hands as I carefully slid into the bunk. There was a cold navy comforter lying on the small mattress. It clearly hadn’t been slept on in days. It smelt faintly on the cologne Zayn wore and a light perfume, that must have been mine. There were two pillows set in the bunk, One with a yellow pillowcase on the inner part of the bunk then a navy blue one that matched the comforter. There were pictures taped up on the inner wall of the bunk and on the ‘ceiling part’. There were pictures of what must have been Zayn’s family, many pictures of the boys. And then there were pictures of us. Quite a few of them, actually. I reached out and ran my fingers along them when my hand stopped on one that has a heart drew in red sharpie in the top right hand corner, and in my handwriting there was written right next to the heart, finally <3. It was a picture of both of us. We were leaning close our foreheads resting against each other, our noses touching. Our eyes were locked and we had small smiles on our faces.

I felt the mattress shift slightly and I knew Zayn was next to me. I knew he was looking at the same picture I was.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember” I said tearing up as I ran my fingers lightly over our faces.

“You don’t need to be sorry, I’m just happy you’re alright and not pushing me away, I don’t think I’d be able to make it through everything if that happened” I looked up as Zayn said that, he was looking down at his lap playing with his hands.

“I couldn’t do that to you no matter how hard I tried” I promised.

Zayn tentatively looked up and said “could you tell me about your dreams…?” I nodded and gave him a weak smile.

“I-I saw you more than anyone else. But you didn’t have a voice and I never saw your face, but… you made me happy and just… I wasn’t so afraid of the darkness I couldn’t get out of, because you were always there.” I voiced quietly, Zayn reached over and took my hand in his and squeezed it.

“I’m always here for you” he smiled sadly.

“I know that now.”

“come on, let’s get some sleep” he said lifting the blanket up and sliding underneath it, he pulled the curtain shut then moved to lay on his side facing me. He lifts the blanket up for me to slide underneath with him. I stick my feet under and then move to lie on my back.

“Night Zayn” I say staring up at the dark ceiling then moving to face away from him, and towards the wall.

“Night love” he replies with a sigh. I shut my eyes and will the sleep to overcome me, to pull me into a deep slumber. It shortly over comes me and pulls me into a deep sleep. But not until I feel an arm drape across my waist and pull me into a firm chest. A pair of lips press into my shoulder blade where the onesie didn’t cover, “I love you so much, Char” came the voice, and I finally let myself slip into that deep sleep.

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