Up All Night

Cara's a Directioner. She's one of the minority that won't freak out when she meets One Direction. And that's what makes one of the boys fall for her. But their love story isn't going to always be perfect. That's what makes them real and ready to stay up all night for each other.


9. Gotta Be You~Liam

There’s no music playing, but Cara and I are slow-dancing.  My arms are wrapped around her waist, hers around my neck, and her cheek rests on my chest.  Then, softly, I begin to sing.

“Truly madly deeply, I am foolish completely falling,” I croon.

Cara sings the next line.  Her voice is shaky and imperfect, but I love it all the same.  We go back and forth until the chorus is finished.  Cara lifts her head and smiles at me.

“I’m so glad I said yes,” she murmurs. “You already make me happy.”

There’s a knock on the meet-and-greet room door.  Louis enters and grins when he sees Cara and me standing so close together.

“Was I interrupting?” he asks.

I roll my eyes.  Of course he was, and Louis knows it.

“Liam, we’ve got to head back to the hotel,” Louis informs me. “The others are ready to leave.”

“Oh,” I say, a bit dejectedly.  That means Cara probably needs to leave, too.  I look at her. “Want to come with us?  We’re just going to hang out.  Niall’s promised to do a Twitcam.  And I can call a cab when you’re ready to go home.”

She smiles softly.  “I’d like that.”

So I take Cara’s hand, and she gathers up her things.  Then we head out to the big SUV.  There’re still several fans hanging around, as well as some paparazzi.  I block Cara from most of the paparazzi and fans, but people still yell at her and take pictures.

I wince.  This is part of why Danielle and I broke up.  The hate just got to be too much for her, and she didn’t want me to give up being in the band.

We’re only five minutes down the road when Harry, who’s texting or something, remarks, “Well that was quick.”

“What was?” Zayn asks.

Harry holds out his phone, and we all peer closely at the screen.  He’s on Twitter, and “Liam’s new girl,” “Liam’s mystery girl,” and “Payne + ?” are trending.  Not to mention Harry’s mentions and timeline are blowing up with Tweets about Cara.

A couple minutes pass as we all check out our timelines, too.  So far, Cara’s identity is still unknown.

But then she’s mentioned in Tweet after Tweet.  Suddenly, Directioners know who Cara is.  Hate is coming thick and fast.  I take Cara’s iPhone from her and try and find positive Tweets, but they’re few and far between.

“How did they find out?” I say.

Harry sheepishly looks up.  “I think it’s my fault.  While we were waiting for you and Cara, I found her on Twitter and started following her.  I guess some Directioners saw and figured out that Cara was the girl with you outside of the arena.”

I sigh.  “It’s okay, Hazza.  Our fans are just too good at connecting the dots.”

I hand back Cara’s phone.  She stares at the screen; I can tell the hate is already starting to get to her.

“When Eleanor, Danielle, Perrie, and Taylor were getting hate, I couldn’t believe the things other Directioners were saying.  I don’t know how your girlfriends all stayed so strong; I still don’t know how.  It really hurts, what’s being said,” says Cara. “I can’t believe they’d bully a fellow Directioner.”

I pull out my phone again and open Twit-longer.  It’s time for a rant.  The hate is getting old real fast.  It was bad enough when the fans bullied Danielle, but there’s no way I’m allowing it to continue with Cara.

Cara has shut off her phone by the time we get to the hotel.  I finish my Twit-longer just as we pull up.  I send it to Twitter and then hop out of the car after Niall.  When Cara climbs out, I take her hand and pull her close.  There are fans and paparazzi here too, of course.

Once inside the hotel, Niall grabs food and heads off to his room to do the Twitcam.  Louis and Zayn trundle off to bed, and Harry disappears with his phone, probably to call Taylor.

“Go on Twitter, please,” I say to Cara.

She sighs, probably a bit reluctant to see all the hate.  I know she follows me, so she’ll hopefully see my Tweet.

I can tell Cara has when her eyes flicker up to my face and then back down to her phone.  She reads the Tweet quickly, faster than I can read.

“Liam,” she whispers.

“I don’t care what the fans think, what anyone thinks,” I tell her. “You’re the girl for me.  It’s gotta be you.” 

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