Liam Payne has never been what you call 'popular'. Shelby has been popular pretty much her whole life. But one day their two worlds collide...


5. Just Kiss Me

Shelby's P.O.V.

I was waiting outside for Liam. I pulled a little mirror out of my bag. I fixed my hair and applied some lip gloss. I hated having feelings for him, but at the same time, it made me feel all happy and bubbly inside. I saw him walk out of the school. He saw me and waved. I quickly put away the mirror.

"Hey Shelby." he said shyly.

"H-Hey." I stuttered. God. He made me so nervous. I've never felt this way around other guys. Why am I feeling it around him?

"So you want to go to Starbucks?" he asked.

"Sure." I said smiling. We walked to Starbucks, which was only a couple blocks away. I ordered a tall latte and he got a vanilla been frappuccino. We left and went to the park.

"So." I said, holding out the 'o'. He looked at me and smiled.

"Tell me about yourself." he suggested.

"Oh, well, I'm Shelby True. I'm the captain of the cheer squad. I'm popular..."

"I mean things I didn't already know." he interrupted.

"Right." I said blushing. I thought about it for a while. "There's not a whole lot about me." I said.

"Well, what's one thing you like to do for fun?" he asked. I hesitated.

"I like to...listen to music?" I said, but it came out more like a question. "What about you?" I asked.

"I...umm...sing." he said. I gave him an odd look. Out of all the people I know I would have never guessed he could sing.

"Sing for me." I said. He looked away.

"I don't know..." he said.

"Oh come on. Please? For me?" I begged. I gave him my best puppy-dog face. He sighed.

"Just a little." he said. He took a deep breath.


I've tried playing it cool

But when I'm looking at you

I can't ever be brave

Cause you make my heart race


He stopped. He was really good! Like really good! Wow.

"You're really good, Liam! Did you write that?" I asked. He nodded. "Keep going." I whispered. He sang the rest of the song. I clapped when he finished. "That was amazing!" I exclaimed.

"Thanks." he said blushing.

"Have you written any more?" I asked.

"Yeah. A bunch." he told me. That was so cool. I looked into his sparkling brown eyes. They were so mesmerizing. I slowly started to lean in. He stayed still and then looked away. I giggled. I grabbed his face with my hands.

"Just kiss me, Liam Payne." I whispered. I slammed my lips against his. He put his hands on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips were so soft. I felt fireworks explode between us. I pulled away. Shelby! What are you doing?! You're forgetting the rules of being popular. 

"I'm sorry." I said. "I shouldn't have done that." I said. I turned and quickly walked away. Leaving him alone. I went to my house. I threw my bag on the ground.

"Sissy!" my little brother, Andrew, cheered.

"Hey little brother." I said, picking him up. Me and him were really close. We were best friends. I gave the little 5 year old a hug and set him down. I went up to my room and closed the door. I pulled out my phone and called Eleanor.

"Hey, El. What's up?"

"Oh nothing. Just doing homework."


"Where were you after school? We were supposed to meet up by my locker."

"Sorry about that. Something came up..."

"And what would that be?"

I heard a loud yelling noise coming from downstairs, then something breaking.

"El, I gotta go."

I hung up. I ran downstairs to see what was going on. Well, not really. I knew exactly what was going on. My mom and dad were fighting again.

"Dammit, Emily! Just shut up!" my father yelled. A loud banging noise rang from the kitchen.

"I will not shut up, Steven! You need to learn to be more fucking respectful!" my mother screamed. Andrew didn't need to be around this. I went into the living room and picked the crying little boy up off the couch. I carried him upstairs to my room and shut the door behind me. I carefully set him on the bed.

"W-Why do mummy and daddy always h-have to f-fight?" he asked through tears. I was trying hard not to cry myself.

"I don't know, buddy." I said, wrapping my arms around him. I stroked my fingers through his light brown hair. He nuzzled his head into my chest. I slowly rocked him back and forth.

People always have thought that I had the good life. They think that my life is perfect because I'm "pretty" or I get all the guys or cause I'm popular. But my life is far from perfect. If people saw what I went through outside of school and hanging out with my friends, they'd realize that my life is as shitty as theirs is. Probably worse.

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