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...

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5. Chapter 5 ☆ one more week

Charlie's P.O.V.

“Hey J” I sighed into the phone.

“Hey Char!” came her chirpy reply.

“How much longer till you and Payton come back from tour?” I asked quietly tucking my phone into my shoulder as I pulled the blankets closer to my body. I was hid away in one of the empty dressing rooms of the arena as the boys performed.

“Not too much longer. Only a week left” She said quietly.

“I just… I need you guys right now. I miss you, Niall misses you.” I add sadly. Justine and Niall were… complicated at best. They’ve been in an off and on flirtationship for the past 2 years, when I introduced the boys to my only true friends during one of the live shows.

When I was real little I was what my mum called a social butterfly. I was friends with almost everyone, but I didn’t have any close friends that I told my secrets to. Okay I lied, I had Liam. At first we were so close and he was the only person I trusted then he kind of just broke all the trust I had for him. And we’ve fought ever since. Since then I didn’t really open up to anyone. I kept to myself. I didn’t trust easily, I made people work for my trust and if they didn’t want to put in the effort, they weren’t the type of person I wanted to surround myself with.

That’s when Justine came around. Liam and I were 12. It was around when I lost all trust for him, when we started fighting. I was… I was doing bad things. I was harming myself. I thought I had no one. I felt so betrayed and worthless. She stopped me. She found me sitting against the side of the building, crying my eyes out. She didn’t say anything at first, just sat down quietly next to me. Once I had stopped crying she asked me if I was okay. I couldn’t figure out why someone like her would ask me if I was okay. She was popular, and everyone loved her. She knew everyone. She had brown eyes, a deeper brown then Liam’s or I’s identical hazels. She had light brown shoulder length hair. Why would she worry about someone like me? Nothing but concern and worry swam in her eyes, when I shook my head no she pulled me into a hug, letting me cry on her shoulder. After that day she would smile at me when she would pass me in the halls, ask how I was and if it was okay every day. She was slowly climbing over all the walls I had put up to keep people out. I slowly began to trust her more and more every day. She was putting in the effort to get to know me. Over the course of a year, she knew more about me than any other person. And the day she found the scars on my wrists, was the day I knew I could trust this girl with my life. Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked what they were and why they were there. When I told her tears freely fell as she told me I should stop and that she didn’t want me doing this to myself. She helped me stop. She helped me find a reason to stop hurting myself. She showed me that I deserved to be here.

I owed her so much for what she did. She didn’t have to stop to ask if I was okay, but she did. If she hadn’t I might not have been here today. Payton was another story. We met her 3 years later. We all instantly clicked and I found that there was another person that I could trust with anything. She had strawberry blonde hair, pale skin and freckles everywhere. She was on the short side and she had bright blue eyes.

Payton and Harry were just… they were even more confusing than Justine and Niall. They kinda sorta had a relationship at the beginning but then Payton auditioned for the x-factor the following year after the boys. She came in second, and Justine and I couldn’t be more proud of her. But while she was gone her and Harry just drifted apart. I don’t really know the whole story because neither one likes to talk about it. I guess it ended badly after Simon signed Payton to his record company, and she went on tour. They’ve been on tour this whole while. She had a huge fan base all over the world. Payton had come back to the boys and I’s flat, where Justine and I were watching movies, ecstatic about how she was going on tour. She immediately asked Justine to be one of her back up dancers. Justine couldn’t turn an offer like that down. So she said yes. I would have gone with them, but I had already been given the job of One Direction’s official photographer.

Even though it ended badly you could see how much they meant to each other if you mentioned either’s name in the presence of the other. Or how they would talk about the other. It was hard for everyone to watch them hurt themselves by being away from each other, and not being together. They really completed each other.

There was a deafening silence that seemed to drag on forever before a sigh crackled through the phone and she said quietly, “I miss him too.”

“You should talk to him”

“I’ve tried… it’s just… why does everything have to be so complicated?” She sighed.

“Yeah, I know how it feels” I replied rolling my eyes. Justine then began to trail off into what had happened this week, and how during one of the performances a dancer had forgotten all of the moves. I wasn’t really paying too much attention by then. We must have stayed on the phone for the whole performance because before I knew it, there was a knocking at the door. I looked up when the door creaked open and Liam walked in shifting awkwardly from foot to foot with downcast eyes. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at Liam with a scrutinizing gaze.

“What do you want Liam?”

“Do-do you have a minute?” sighing I pulled the phone back to my ear interrupting Justine mid-sentence.

“Sorry, J. I gotta go. The boys are done. Ill text you later, see you soon, love ya bye” I said before hanging up turning back to Liam, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms over my chest.

“I just-can we talk for a minute”

“I’m listening.” I said as I stood up.

“I just… I’m sorry, okay. I’m so sorry about yesterday, about everything. I just want you to trust me again”

“It’s just whatever, Liam, okay.” I said pushing past him and out of the room. I walked down the empty corridor thinking about everything. My hand running up and down the wall as I walked further and further down the corridor. I walked straight into a room with the door wide open. I let out a loud squeal instantly covering my wide eyes with my hands as laughter bubbled out of my lips. I had walked into the boy’s dressing room where all of them besides Liam were in some state of undressing. Niall had been pulling a pair of trousers on which he tripped over when I let out my squeal, falling to the floor face first. Harry had been lounging on the couch lazily scratching at his stomach in just his underpants. Ok I have to give him props; at least he was wearing underpants. He didn’t even seem like he was making the move to put clothes on so we could leave. Louis had instantly screamed, mock horrified, grabbing a shirt to hold up against his bare chest. Zayn was pulling a shirt on and much like Harry didn’t even seem to flinch at my squeal. We hadn’t really had any time alone together to talk about what happened yesterday.

Laughter started to fall from everyone’s lips as I tried to back out of the room bumping into everything that I came near.

“You can look now were all fully clothed” Louis called from across the room. I peeked one eye out from between my fingers, slowly lowering my hands when I saw in fact that everyone had clothes on. We laughed for a few more minutes before Paul came in to escort us back to the hotel. We all piled into the van where I quiet Liam was sat leaning against the window with his headphones plugged in, ignoring all of us. The boys exchanged a few silent glances before giving Liam his space.

We were back at the hotel within 10 minutes. Before any one of us could unbuckle our seatbelts Liam was bolting out the door and up the hotels front steps. A security guard was quickly following behind him. Sighing I trudged out of the van, and up the front steps of the hotel. Niall fell into step beside me, draping his arm around my shoulder, tugging me into his side.

“One more week” I mumbled quietly as we walked through the hotel lobby. One more week till I’d have my friends with me. One more week.

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