My Heart's Payne

Elena Fillmore, just 17 years old, works for a local newstation. But when they let her interview One Direction, her favorite band, things become fuzzy and she wonders if she should have ever taken the job at all.

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5. Same Mistakes

Elena's POV

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It wasn't long until Zayn woke. He seemed startled by my closeness at first, much to Liam's amusement. "Zayn, are you okay?" I asked, voice soft. He must have a killer headache. He smiled at me. "Yeah, I'm fine. How's the hothead?" He asked, nodding toward Liam. I giggled. "Don't worry about him," I said. "Thank you, for what you said about me back there, that is, if you remember," I teased. He laughed. "Yeah, I remember. No problem, don't worry about it. I meant every word. You're not a game, Elena, but you're sure one hell of a prize," he jested. I rolled my eyes and hit him softly on the arm. "Quiet, Malik. That was still stupid. Why did you start drinking after I left? You knew this whole time Liam had feelings for me. You were helping him," I clarified, although I'm not sure for who. He turned his head away from be, but I still say the light pink tint shade his cheeks. "I was at first, honest. Then I saw how much he didn't deserve you. I figured that getting you away from the band would be best. I realized that it meant away from me, and I couldn't do it. I like you, Elena. You have an innocence that I hadn't seen in anyone like you. You make me forget the entire celebrity image and make me feel like myself again, the way I was in Bradford, back when my name had an 'I' instead of a 'y'. Elena, I'd be so much healthier for you than him. Choose me and I can show you that. Please," he begged.

I couldn't take it. Two members of the same band wanting me. Words escaped me. Instead, I jumped to my feet and ran from the room. "Elena!" I heard a chorus of voices yell after me, but did nothing to stop me. I rounded the corner and came to an ability halt. The corridor didn't continue, and I heard feet hitting the ground as the boys ran after me. Thinking on my feet, I opened a door on my left and hid inside. A storage closet. A multitude of wires hung down around me and speakers, microphones, and amps bit into my back and legs. Still, I refused to cry out. I had to get home.

The boys must have met back up, because all of a sudden, five voices became clear at the end of the hall. 

"She wasn't in the toilets. I had a worker look," an Irish voice said. Niall. Someone sighed. "She hasn't left. Her car is still parked out in the garage," a British voice announced. "Harry, did you see her?" They asked. Okay, that ruled out Harry for the voice, and I knew Zayn's and Liam's since we had spoken in such close proximities of one another. Louis. "No," Harry answered. "She wasn't out front. Maybe she walked or caught a bus," he suggested. No one replied. "Hold on a minute," Zayn said. Everyone was silent. After a second, I heard a ringing coming from outside the room. Zayn was calling my phone to find me. Quickly, I ripped it out of my pocket and put it on silent, just as the call came through. Hitting ignore, I heard him sigh. "Ignored. Way to go, Payne! Because you have to have every girl, we've lost Elena!" Zayn hollered at Liam. His voice changed into something comparable to a feral animal. I took a step back in fear, knocking over a mic stand in the process. Damn it!    "Did you guys hear that?" Niall asked. No one replied, although I'm sure they did. "Guys, check with Paul to see if he's seen her. I'll go ask the workers," Liam said. No one said anything, but the shuffling of feet told me they had complied.    In a matter of seconds, the door was opened to reveal a very upset Liam. "Elena," he breathed, pulling me into a massive hug. I tried to pull away, but his arm were constrictors holding me to him. "Elena," he repeated, his voice much more gruff. "Stop struggling. You worried me to death. I thought that someone had taken you. This truly is a terrible time for a game of hide and seek. You will never do that again, got it?" he asked. Frightened, I whimpered and nodded my head. What was wrong with him. He never seemed this way. Not on stage or in interviews. What happened to the boy from the stairs? Has the fame gone to his head.

Footsteps sounded behind us, but I don't think he heard them. I don't think they knew we were here. Instinctively, I stepped back a step through the opened door and kicked it back against the wall, hard. Instantly, the footsteps stopped, then started again in our direction. Liam pulled me back and pressed me against a wall, leaning over to close the door. "What is your problem, Elena?" he asked, annoyed. "Do you not want to be with me?" His voice quivered as the words fell from his lips. I opened my mouth to answer as the door opened.

"Step away from her, Payne, and I won't hurt you," Zayn threatened.

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