Little Steps

Aria Lubianco has been through the worst. Found freezing and sobbing on her doorstep by none other than Liam Payne, she is the definition of a strong but broken girl. As she warms up to the boys, feelings arise for one in particular. However, it is almost impossible for Aria to keep herself together when a mystery person begins sending her threatening messages.

As new people enter the story, suspects are chosen and bonds grow, all due in time.

What will little steps get Aria?

Originally by and all credit goes to lalaladooo:


1. "Are you hurt?"

Liam’s P.O.V.

I gripped my bag tightly as I walked down the sidewalk towards the Hilton hotel. I had decided walking to the drug store would be healthier than a short taxi ride. I was almost home, when in the moonlight, I spotted a figure, huddled over by the entrance of an alleyway, sobbing. A wave of passion flew through me. Before I fully knew what I was doing, I was cautiously walking towards the person. It was a girl. She had her back pressed up against the brick wall of the alleyway, her knees hugged to her chest. She was sobbing oh so quietly but I had still heard. Her blonde hair shone brightly in the moonlight.

“A-are you alright?” I interrupted, now standing about two feet away from the crying girl. The crying halted and the girl looked up, staring into my deep brown eyes with her bright blue ones. They were amazing eyes. Her eyes sparkled with tears, drooped in pain. This girl was hurt.
She didn’t answer, instead bent her head and began to sob once more. I was confused.

“Are you alright?” I asked softly, squatting down beside her to get a better look at her. The girl slightly looked up, her lips trembling. She shook her head no.

“What are you doing out here so late, let alone, all by yourself?” I demanded, trying to get some sort of information out of the poor girl. She sniffled, rubbing her nose before answering in an angry voice,

“You don’t know anything about my fucked up life, so if you’re going to push it, just leave.”

“My name is Liam.” I sighed, sitting down beside her. She scooted away from me, keeping a good distance. “I’m sorry. I’m just worried.”

The girl looked up once again, and now a small glimmer showed at the center of her dark pupils. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“Will you tell me why you’re crying?”

The girl hesitated, suspiciousness in her eyes. After a few seconds though, her eyes seemed to soften. The tears began to form again. “I…I was…"

My eyes softened, waiting for her to explain.

“I was…r-r…” she choked out, and it was visible that she was holding her breath so that more tears would not escape. My breath hitched as I realized the rest of her intentional sentence. I felt angry, angry that anyone poor excuse of a human could do something like that to such a beautiful girl. I didn’t know her, but already I felt the need to help her. Then she spoke again.

“By my father.”

“What?” I gasped, trying to keep it down. The girl glared at me, rubbing her temples slowly. She was shivering terribly, and the wind was getting stronger.

“Will you tell me your name, love?” I whispered, starting to take my coat off. I should’ve done that as soon as I saw her. I wrapped it around her, putting another layer of leather over her clothes which consisted of a tank top and jeans.

“First tell me yours.” She said confidently, though her voice made it obvious she was actually about to break down sobbing.

“Liam. I’m Liam Payne.”

She stared at me, and at first I thought she recognized me. But then she sunk her head, staring at the grey concrete. “Aria.”

“That’s a beautiful name.” I complimented, hoping she wouldn’t think of me as a creep. Aria actually smiled then, nodding.

“I like it, too.”

I chuckled quietly,

“Are you going to stay out here all alone? I wouldn’t want that, Aria.”

Aria glared at the apartment building behind her, which I assumed was where her father was in one of those apartments.

“I’m never going back to that stupid apartment ever again.”

“Would you like to stay with my friends and I for the night?” I offered. Aria blinked, and I pointed to the Hilton Suites about 100 yards away.

“From your accent and the fact that you’re staying at the Hilton, I’m guessing you’re not from here?”

“Nope. I’m originally from Britain.”

Aria stayed silent, then smiled softly. She looked a little hesitant, but then began nodding.
“Okay.” She said. “but only because you’re the only person who stopped to see what was wrong for the three hours I’ve been out here.”

I nodded, holding out my hand. Aria took it, pulling herself up.

“For all I know, you could be a rapist, too.” She spat suddenly, jerking her hand away. “I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.”

“Never.” I gasped, shaking my head vigorously. “I would never do that.”

Aria stared glossy eyed at me, then shot forward in the direction of the suites. I caught up to her, panting.

We walked back in silence to the hotel. I knew better than to get her to talk anymore. She had already experienced enough hell for one day and I knew she needed her space. Still, halfway through the walk to the hotel, she started walking wobbly, trying to hold herself up. That’s when I realized she must be exhausted.

I picked her up into my arms, and she was already falling asleep. I felt absolutely terrible.

Ten minutes later, I opened the hotel room door to four wide eyed and curious boys. They were giving me questioning looks while my blonde friend just merely stared at the girl in my arms.

I had quite some explaining to do.

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