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...


8. Chapter 8 ☆ my hearts shattered

hey everyone so i know i updated friday and i just couldnt leave you hanging like that so heres the next chapter, ok there kind of is a huge cliffhanger at the end of this one too. im sorry! also i want to thank everyone down in the comments, you make my day with your compliments. :) thank you for reading, commenting , favoriting, liking, and fanning <3 let me know what you think of the chapter down below in the comments. love you all! BE sure to check out my contest in my coming soon fic Dont You Ever Change. The contest ends on wednesday so please submit into it before then!

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3rd person P.O.V.

"Charlotte Payne?" Asked the doctor who had just walked into the waiting room. A clipboard held tightly in his hands, flipping through a few of the pages on the board.

The boys immediately stood along with Paul, Payton and Justine. Niall, Payton and Justine had tear stained cheeks, Paul, Liam, Harry and Louis were wringing their hands together, and Zayn was a mess. Fidgeting and shaking as he mumbled under his breath. The doctor looked alarmed at how many people stood when he called for the family of Charlotte. 

"Are you all family of Charlotte?" He asked confusedly. Then sternly added, "Only blood relatives right now" 

"I'm her legal guardian right now." Said Paul, who stepped over to the doctor. 

"She's my twin" said Liam almost immediately after Paul. He followed the doctor who ushered them out of the waiting room and down the hall. The rest of the boys, Payton and Justine sat back down dejectedly as they waited for Paul and Liam to come back.

Liam and Paul had followed the doctor down 2 hallways before they came to a stop in front of a room. 156 was boldly written next to the door.

“Is she okay?” Liam asked not being able to hold himself back any longer. The doctor looked up from the clipboard held tightly in his hands. His eyebrows were furrowed a little, and not one part of him showed that it was good news.

“She passed out from what looks like dehydration, but she took a nasty fall. She looks like she’s on the verge of recovery-” The doctor began before being cut off by Liam and Paul’s relieved sighs.

“But I’m sorry to inform you she is currently in a coma right now. She’s stable, but we can’t tell when she’ll come to. We’re hoping to have her awake soon.” The doctor began again. Liam and Paul looked up startled with disbelieving eyes.

“I also have a few questions for you about Ms. Payne’s health.” Liam and Paul automatically nodded  their heads to signal for the doctor to continue.

“Is Ms. Payne in an abusive relationship right now? Does she have a boyfriend or someone who would be the cause of all the bruises on her body? Did you know that she has been self-harming for what seems like years?”

Liam looked wide eyed and disbelieving at the doctor as he waited expectantly for their answer.

“No she’s not in a relationship right now, and we didn’t know” Paul said his voice cracking at the end, he brought a hand up to his eyes to try to prevent the tears that were clouding his vision.

“Can we please see her?” Liam asked, his voice shaking.

“She’s right through that door, sir” he replied pointing to the door that they were standing in front of. As the doctor turned away Paul and Liam didn’t hesitate to enter the room.

The room was eerily quiet besides the steady beat of the heart monitor and all the machines hooked up to Charlie. She was sat motionless on the center of the bed. Her eyes shut and her face a ghostly pale.

And that was when the tears began to freely fall down both of their faces. Liam backed up against a wall and slid to the floor, wrapping his arms around his knees hiding his face in his lap. As his shoulders shook with tears, he realized this was all his fault. He was the reason for her pain, he was the reason for her scars on her wrists, the reason for all of her suffering.

It seemed like hours that Liam sat there sobbing and looking at the dangerous problem he had created. But it was only minutes before the boys, Payton and Justine came barreling through the door. Niall, Justine and Payton were already crying by the time they entered the room. Harry and Louis looked shocked, and well Zayn was hysterical. And when he same Liam he went into full rage.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Zayn yelled lunging for Liam, but Harry and Louis had caught him before he could strike Liam.

“I know. I’m sorry!” He cried in response.

“You’re the reason she was in so much pain. How could you Liam. How could you.” Tears were falling from his eyes like waterfalls now as he shook out of Harry and Louis’ tight grip on his arms. He stalked over to Liam’s shaking form.

“You know what, I don’t care what you think anymore, you can’t keep me from here anymore. I love her so much, and you knew that. And I find out this is how you treat her.” Zayn glared down at him before pushing past everyone to get to Charlie. Everyone had grown silent at Zayn’s admission. Everyone watched wide eyed as Zayn sat down on the side of her bed, pulling her limp hand into his. His shoulders shook with the tears that were falling from his eyes.

That was how the next two days were spent. Zayn never left Charlie’s side, his hand practically glued to hers. Niall was holding Justine closely to his chest as they clutched at each other hoping this wasn’t really happening. The tears had stopped falling a day ago, their cheeks permanently tear stained. Harry had almost on instinct pulled a crying Payton into his lap. She didn’t refuse him or push him away, she molded into his hold perfectly like they always had. She let him fuss over her and make sure she was okay. Liam sat restless in a corner away from the others who were so incredibly angry with him. Paul was sat in the only chair left, furiously typing on his phone to someone in management.

“Charlie, love. Please wake up.” Zayn mumbled pressing his head into the side of her bed next to their intertwined hands.

Charlie’s P.O.V.

Everything was black. I felt trapped. I couldn’t move a muscle in my body, no matter how much I screamed or tried to move my arms or legs or even a measly finger. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t feel anything. I felt like I was standing in this giant room, no light what so ever. There was darkness everywhere. There was this constant fuzziness in my head. At times it was a deafening silence and at others it was like there was an orchestra of amateur musicians blaring any note they could get out into my ears. It was pure agony. And sometimes I could hear voices. Some not recognizable, yet they sounded so familiar. Some put me at ease even though I had no idea who they were coming from and others put me on edge. It was like I was constantly in fear of what would happen. I had no control over my body whatsoever.

Sometimes I could see things in the darkness. I saw memories of my child hood. Liam and I running around playing tag, giddy smiles on our faces. I saw 2 girls with blurred faces saving me. Then there were things I didn’t recognize. A pair of brilliant blue eyes, there wasn’t a body or a face that I could put to the brilliant blues though. A pair deep green eyes that seemed to show so much emotion. I saw another pair of blue eyes, not quite the same as the first but filled with mischief and laughter. Then there were vivid dreams of a boy. He was in a lot of my dreams. He had jet black hair, he was taller than I. He seemed to care for me a great deal. I never saw his face though. It was always obscured. I never saw what color his eyes were or his smile. I never heard his voice in my dreams, although they were rather short dreams they filled my mind afterwards to the point of all I could think of. I felt like I was drifting away. Like no matter how hard I tried to hold on to reality I was getting lost on my way to finding my way out.

“Charlie, love. Please wake up.” I heard a voice whispering, echoing all around me. I’ve heard this voice so many times. It was the voice I heard the most when I wasn’t met by deafening silence. I felt a pressure on my hand almost as if someone had intertwined their fingers with my own.

“Baby please” I heard the voice whimper, and then I felt wetness on my hand. Tears.

I tried so hard. I didn’t know who the voice belonged to but it was like my own body had a mind of its own, it wanted so much, to prevent the pain happening to the person with the deep smooth voice. I didn’t want this person to be sad, it was like it physically ached me even more for this person to be hurting. I willed myself to move, to give him a sign that I was okay. That I’m just stuck right now. And I did, but tightening my hand around the pressure that was being put on mine.

Zayn’s P.O.V.

I felt a pressure on my hand. I’m dreaming I know I am, I haven’t slept in 2 days, it must be my mind playing tricks on me. Then it happened again. I looked up and Charlie’s hand was squeezing mine.

“GUYS! GUYS! She’s waking up she just squeezed my hand.” I exclaimed jumping up from my seat. Everyone had reacted quickly around me. You could see her eyes moving quickly behind her eyelids.

“Come on love, you can do it.” I whispered pressing a kiss to the knuckles of her hand held tightly in between my own. “Just open your eyes, please”

And I swear my heart was over the moon when her eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times staring up at the ceiling. A giant tear filled smile made its way onto my face as i pulled her into a tight hug. “Please don't ever do that to me again” I mumbled into her neck, another tear gliding down my cheek. I placed a small peck on her still lips, and when I pulled away I wasn’t met with eyes filled with adoration like they always were but confusion and shock.

She retracted her hand from my tight grip and muttered three words that I swear smashed my heart into millions of pieces, and even more tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Who are you?”

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