Little Things That Saved Me

i made this story on another account so my friend wouldn't be able to read it but I've forgotten the password so i will just be posting it on here! i really hope you all like it!... Eliza has a hard life.she's been through more than any 19 year old girl should have to. she has lost important people and is about to meet some new ones. will she loose them too? this story has a long intro that basically talks about her life. it not 100% focused on 1D in the begging! keep reading though because it gets better. i hope you enjoy! leave feedback please.


3. My Story, My Life


I didn’t want to go anywhere. There was just a random chair so I sat down. Like any teenager I was very emotional, and the fact that I spent like 2,000 dollars on them. My head was buried in my hands when I felt a rough hand on my back.

        “ What’s wrong love?”

I heard a deep voice with a sexy British accent. I looked up and the tough hand wiped away my tears that were falling on my cheeks. It was Liam. Liam James Payne. I tried to straighten up and hurriedly wipe my tears. He smiled. I couldn’t breathe. Well I could but my heart was pounding and I couldn’t speak. He repeated his question and keeled down next to me with his hand on my back.

       “ Well, I worked for weeks to get the money for these tickets but with everything going on at my house I was late and y’all were all gone.”

I felt stupid. I felt like a four year old. I was complaining and crying about something that really wasn’t that big of a deal. It’s just whenever I cried nowadays I didn’t stop easily. He probably thought I was just another desperate fan who wants attention.

       “ I’m sorry love. I can schedule so you can meet the rest of the boys after the concert?”

I smiled. The best I could. Would he really do that for me? For some random girl he had just met. It was like 5 minutes to the concert but there was an opening act so we had some time.  We talked like we knew each other. I know it sounds so cliché but he was so easy to talk to

       “ What’s your name?”

       “ Oh I’m sorry! I forgot. I’m Eliza.”

We were talking about our families and embarrassing stories. When he asked a rather personal question. I had gone and sat on the floor next to Liam because I thought it was unfair that I got a chair and he didn’t. We were sitting close together.

       “ Eliza, what was going on at home?”

I was somewhat shocked but I didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable telling him. I don’t now what happened, but everything just started flowing.  I told him all my problems. I hated doing this but he listened so much better than anyone I’ve ever talked to so it was easy. I told him everything about my brother. He was 19 when he died. I honestly didn’t love any of my family members as much as I loved him. His name was Olly.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       He and I were always the closest. I had two brothers and 1 sister. My sister is older and one of my brothers was older and the other one younger. My younger brother and my sister still to this day get along well for the most part. My other brother and I had the best relationship. We told each other strange secrets and messed around all the time. When I had no friends to turn to or when I was being bullied I’d Skype him in college or come crying to him, knowing he was the only person I knew who could make me fell better at the time. I was with him when he died. I’m lucky I didn’t die. We had gone out for ice cream. I had a really rough day. I was made fun of at school everyday but today my crush (of 4 years) said I was ugly. He said I was beautiful the week before but then when people were watching I was just that typical loser. It hurt a lot coming from someone I liked a lot. Olly and I talked about it as we got ice cream then we were driving home around 11:30. We were at the light ours was green and we were talking more. He was telling me about his girlfriend. When a car ran the red and slammed right into his side of the car. With the speed the man was going I knew Olly couldn’t have survived. I guess the worst part for me was when we saw the headlights… Olly couldn’t do anything to stop it. He looked at me and mouthed, “I love you”. I grabbed his hand and then BAM the car was hit I banged my head and was out cold. I woke up in the hospital a few days later. My first sight being my mother’s bloodshot eyes and heavy bags. I knew Olly didn’t make it but I couldn’t accept it… I looked and started to say “Olly” but my mom just cut me off with a slow headshake no then pulled me into a tight hug and cried. I was sobbing screaming even. I didn’t understand, how could I. Olly was perfect he was the son every parent dreams of having. As I said all this to Liam I had almost completely forgot he was there. I had started to cry. At first Liam sat there and looked at me. He didn’t know what to do. I was only letting a few tears out bit when I got to the part about my mom telling me he didn’t make it I had let all the tears out. I was crying so hard. Then all the fear came back. Seeing the headlights and my brothers last words and seeing the sad eyes mourning my brother. MY brother. I couldn’t breathe. My shoulders moving up and down rapidly and I was gasping for air. I didn’t want to be loud so I was basically choking myself on my tears. He immediately wrapped his big arms around me.

       “ Breath Eliza” he said whilst running his hand over my head.

       “ It okay please I can’t stand to see this. Be strong. Its okay. It’s all going to be okay.” He was desperate for me to stop and having his heavy arms around me made me feel safe. Safe, like I was with my brother. I buried my face in his chest and stayed that way for a while. We eventually broke apart when we heard a loud voice in the hallway scream,


It startled both of us. Liam had to go so I said goodbye and thanked him a million times. I didn’t want to feel connected to him so I just walked away. I had like 3rd row seats. I jammed out to every song. Liam looked at me multiple times and I remember him saying he would schedule for me to meet the boys after the concert. But my make-up had smeared all over Liam’s shirt and my face, I looked like a wreck. Liam hadn’t given me any information either so I wouldn’t know where to go. I decided id just blow it off. He probably didn’t remember anyway.the concert was amazing. Liam was amazing. I will never forget what he did. I went to sleep that night knowing that evenif everyone else in the world hated me I would be okay.



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