Just An Idiot ~Liam Payne~ *TEMPORARY HIATUS*

You know what people say about Love Hate Relationships? Yeah, well, they're true. You fight like a married couple, yet find yourself making up both apologizing. It's a stupid thing actually. The funniest part was, it started with an accidental kiss.


5. Chapter 4

As the singing continued, I watched each boy carefully. The first one I spotted, was a boy who looked different than the rest. He had blonde hair, much like mine, and from where I was standing, he looked like the youngest on the stage. If I remembered correctly his name was Niall. Maybe it was Neil, oh well. Close enough, right?


The second was a curly haired boy with a smile on his face as he sang his lines. I could see his dimples indented in his cheeks through the screen above them. His posture wasn't the best, but it looked attractive on him. This one was definitely Henry. All of a sudden I felt as if I probably got his name wrong. He didn't look like a Henry at all. If anything he should be a Harold, or Edward. Something like that.


Third, was a guy(of course), he had feathery looking hair. His attire was made of stripes, suspenders, and red pants. I mentally took note that he was probably one of the reasons for a few trends right now. I squinted my eyes to try getting a better look at the boy; he was probably one of the older members of the group. Now, see, his name I don't remember at all.


Second to last, I saw a tanner skinned boy. His hair reminded me of a dog, which wasn't very normal at all. Not that I'm saying it looked bad, he was hot. No doubt in that at all; he was definitely hot. But, not my type of guy. He looked too mysterious if you ask me...


The very last boy had barely any hair at all. He had a smile planted on his lips and he was hopping up and down to the beat of the music. His clothing consisted of a plaid button up shirt and some tan chinos, I couldn't see his shoes very well, but from what I could see they looked like a pair of white converse. Now, this boy's name I remembered quite clearly. 


Liam Payne.




"Oh My God! BEST CONCERT EVER!" Sarah squealed as we walked down the sidewalk in search of a pizza place to eat at.


"Yeah, and thank God it's over." I mumbled.


I stopped to look around,  but Sarah just kept walking, which I didn't exactly mind at all. I heard a loud honk and turned to see a dazed familiar girl, known as my sister blindly walking across a street that was in full buzz. I swiftly walked over to her and pushed her onto the other side of the sidewalk.


'When I said I didn't care if she got hit by a car, I didn't mean it literally!'


We finally stopped in front a small pizza shop, and I shoved her inside. We took a seat near the back and a lady came up to us asking what we wanted. Sarah ordered a pepperoni pizza with extra pepperoni, and I had ordered a spinach and onion pizza. The lady nodded and left our table, immediately making Sarah spark up a conversation about how wonderful the concert was, again.


A few minutes into her constant rambling, I finally stood up and walked out of the pizza shop. I looked back inside to see Sarah now sending texts  vigorously on her phone. 


I walked to the side of the building and pulled my own phone out and dialed my mom's number. A few long rings later, she picked up the phone.




"Hey, mom, Sarah and I are eating pizza right now, so uh, we'll be back in about 2 hours. Two and a half at the most."


"Okay, did you two have fun?"


"She did. Not me. I have to go though, I left her inside. Bye."


"Bye, Morgan."


I hung up the phone and shoved it back into my back pocket. As I made my way around the corner back to the shop, a tall figure ran straight in front of me, catching me off guard. He took a quick look around and then pulled his hood up and pulled me back around the corner. Distant squeals and screamed rung in my ears as he pressed his lips to mine.


I stood absolutely frozen as the screams drew closer. His eyes too were open and looking from side to side. A few seconds later he pushed me up against the brick wall and put his arms on either side of me, so that no one could see from the inside or outside. The screams grew even closer, and soon the sounded as if they were running right past us. In fact, I was almost sure they were. A heard the footsteps stop and the boy in front of me tensed, pushing me a bit harder onto the wall. Pressing his lips harder to mine, he started giving signs to kiss back. He seemed almost desperate in the act.


Feeling as if I had no choice, I hesitantly started kissing the stranger in front of me with just the same amount of force. 


Whispers were all I heard now, mostly ones like.


"Is that him?"


"No, why would he be making out with some girl?"


The whispers seemed as if the people were inching closer to us. The man's arms secured people from seeing into our "make-out" session. I suddenly felt like I was being used, and I started to try to pull away. My attempts were useless as his strength over powered me. The whispers stopped and the footsteps began running again. After no more sounds were heard, he finally pulled away.


I stared at the boy in front of me as he did the same to me. I looked down at my T-Shirt and then back up at him.


It was him.

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