Save Me (A Liam Payne Fan Fiction)

Bullying. A lot of people have been through it. Including 17 year-old Chelsea Andrews. In fact, she goes through it everyday of her life. She's constantly called names, shoved into lockers, punched in the stomach, and so many more things that make her life a living Hell. All these things drive her to depression. She always self-harms, no matter how much her best- and only- friend Alexa tells her not to. The bullying finally gets to Chelsea and she's ready to just leave everything behind. Until she meets him. Liam Payne, the most popular guy in school. Liam sees some guys messing with Chelsea and he stands up for her. They start to hang out and eventually become good friends, getting closer with each passing second. But what happens when they start to catch feelings for each other? They face pain they never thought they would have to go through. Will Liam be able to save Chelsea from everyone around her, or more importantly, from herself?


6. Chapter Six

My thoughts during school today were the same in each class. 'Ask Liam today about our conversation. Ask him why he called me love. Ask him.'  I couldn't go one minute without the same sentences being repeated in my head. I couldn't focus during class at all. The only thing I got today was that I have a test this week in science class. Or was it next week. Whatever. The point is, I could not stop thinking about asking Liam. I felt like I needed to talk to him about our phone conversation, but I was actually scared of what he would say. As much as I tried denying it, I really wanted him to say he called me "love" on purpose. That he actually has at least a few feelings for me.

'I'm gonna ask him. I'm gonna ask him.'  As scared as I was to do it, today, I was going to ask Liam about the whole "love" thing. I've been putting it off for almost a week now. The whole time, I've had to put up with Alexa making jokes, teasing me about being a coward. She would pucker her lips and make the most annoying kissing noises ever whenever she saw Liam and I with each other, which was pretty much every hour. 'I'm Chelsea and I can't tell Liam that I like him because I'm a total wimp,' she would say. Again, why is she my best friend?

  All annoying Alexa thoughts aside, I walked up to Liam's locker after my last class. 'Ask him,' I reminded myself mentally. When I reached Liam, I saw him shoving multiple text books into his locker, leaving only two to take home with him. He quickly realized I was next to him and shut his locker, a smile appearing on his face.

  "Hey, Chelsea," he spoke happily. "Ready to go?" 'Ask him! Ask him!' I reminded myself. 'Don't you dare pussy out!'  Okay, I'm gonna do it. I looked up to Liam, seeing a small smile still on his face. I opened my mouth to say what was on my mind, but the words didn't exactly match my thoughts.

  "Yeah, let's get going." I mentally slapped myself in the face. 'Really?' I thought. 'Really?' We walked down the hallway, heading towards the front door. When we reached the exit, we walked outside and started to head for my house. 'Ask him now!' My mind would not leave me alone on this! I was getting reminded to ask Liam about the "love" thing every ten seconds. I wished I could tell my brain to shut the Hell up but I quickly realized that if I would just talk to Liam already, I wouldn't have to keep reminding myself. Why is it so hard for me to ask him about this. 'Hey, Liam? Why did you call me 'love' on Friday?' Those simple words are all I need to say. Why can't I just ask Liam already?!

  I looked up to Liam, seeing a slight curve on his lips. Not exactly a smile, but definitely not a frown. I can do this. I can ask him. It will be so much easier if I just ask him already. We keep walking for seven minutes before reaching my house. We stopped in front of my door and turned to each other. Liam smiled and said that he'll see me tomorrow. 'Now or never.'

  "Um, Liam?" I spoke up.

  "Yeah?" He asked me. God, why is he so adorable? 

  "I, um, I." 'You better fucking ask him!' Liam looked at me, slightly confused. I took in a deep breath and sighed. "Um, what was up with what you said to me over the phone on Friday?"

  "Which part of what I said?" He asked me.

  "The last part. The part right before you hung up."

  "What about it?"

  I looked to the ground slightly before responding. "What you called me. You- you called me 'love'." I looked up and saw that Liam was- no way- he was blushing! Liam was actually blushing about calling me "love."

  "Oh, uh, yeah. I guess I did call you that," he said shyly, his cheeks becoming more and more red each passing second. 

  "But you didn't mean to call me that did you? Or maybe you did. But if you did mean to, it was in like a friend way, right. I mean, friends can call each other 'love', right?" I kept rambling on, really hoping Liam would deny what I was saying. Tell me that he meant it in more than a friendly way.

  "Yeah, friends can call each other 'love'. I thought you wouldn't really care if I called you it once." And just like that, I felt my heart break. I was so fucking stupid to think he liked me! And now I've embarrassed myself by asking him that stupid question. Why am I so stupid?!

  "Yeah, I, uh, I didn't really care that much. I was just a bit confused. You sorta called me that out of nowhere, y'know?" I lied to him and to myself by saying that.

  "Yeah. Sorry to have confused you like that," he said. For some reason, his cheeks were still a light pink color. 'He doesn't like you like that, remember? He's probably just cold,' I'm rudely reminded by my thoughts.

  "Well, I-I should get going," I said. I tried so hard to keep my voice flat, to not show how hurt I was. But I sadly failed when I heard my voice shake when the words rolled out of my mouth. I felt my lips quiver and tears prick my eyes. I quickly turned around and started walking to the door, praying that Liam didn't see the sadness displayed on my face. 'Stupid girl. Stupid girl,' I taunted myself mentally. I was just about to put my hand on the doorknob so I could run inside and not let Liam see me break when I felt a hand wrap around my waist, spinning me away from my door. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a single word, I felt a pair of lips pressed against mine.

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