Don't Get Too Close // Liam Payne AU

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
~Demons by Imagine Dragons

~Cover by @Direction_infection5

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11. Coffee Shoppe

Don't Get Too Close~ Coffee Shoppe

The next morning I woke with a massive headache. My eyes were beat red and heavy. My cheeks had tear stains on them, and my nose was completely stuffed. I ended up crying myself to sleep last night, drowning myself in my own tears and sorrow--no pun intended--. It's not unusual for me to do that. I just haven't really done it in a while.

I didn't want to wake up, or go to class, or deal with anyone. I just wanted to stay home in my bed or go to the hospital to see Niall, but my mom would never let me skip school.

I heard her knock on my door before coming in, "Hey, we'll be leaving in a little bit." she said as she came to the side of my bed, "Julina, you look terrible honey!" she said,  placing the back of her hand on my forehead.

"I have a headache." I stated, looking up at her.

"Why don't you go take a shower. That might make you feel better." she said. 

I sniffled and nodded, "Okay, I guess."

My mom rubbed my arm before heading towards the doorway, "I'll bring you some Advil. It'll help your headache." she smiled and left. 

I went through my daily routine of: getting up, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, getting dressed, putting on a minimal amount of make- up, fixing my hair--which usually ends with me pulling it up into a bun--, eating breakfast, brushing my teeth, packing my bag, and leaving the house. From day to day, my morning routine could change, but it normally stays this way.

The car ride with my mom was uneventful. She listened to a morning talk show on the radio. We always listened in when they did "Free Money Phonetaps." People were getting paid to have their friends of relatives prank called. Everyday I would listen to it because it was hilarious, but today I wasn't feeling it. I was exhausted, and I was half asleep during most of the car ride. 

My mom had dropped me off, giving me the whole 'have a good day. I'll pick you up later.' saying. I waved goodbye and made my way up the cement path. I still had a lot of time before my class started, and I really wanted a coffee or something like that to wake me up. I remembered seeing a little coffee shoppe right outside of campus that I could walk to. It was just the place I wanted and needed to go to.

It didn't take long for me to get there. As I walked through the door of the coffee shoppe, a strong smell of coffee filled my nostrils, livening my senses.

"Hello Miss. What would you like?" the Batista asked when I approached the counter.

"Can I get a large of the strongest thing you got?" 

I watched him smirk at me, then his lips turned into a small smile, "Rough night?"

I sighed, "You don't know the half of it."

"That bad?" he asked as he filled my cup. 

I nodded, "My friend's in the hospital. He almost drowned yesterday." I said, my frown deepening. His eyes widened a little when he looked back at me, his small smile disappearing.

"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope he gets better." he said as he handed me my drink.

"Thanks. How much do I owe you?" I asked.

He shook his head, "Nothing, it's on the house."

"Really? Are you sure?"

He nodded, "Yeah, my treat."

I smiled, "That's very nice of you. Thank you."

"No problem. Enjoy your coffee." he said. When I turned to leave, I noticed an all too familiar boy sitting in a booth with his coffee and newspaper. 

"Liam?" I called. He looked up from his paper, searching for the voice that called him. When his eyes landed on me, he frowned and slumped down in his seat like a child would if they didn't get their way. He turned his head from me to look out the window. "Well, it's nice to see you too," I said irritated and a little hurt. 

He turned back to look up at me again, "What?" he asked.

I shrugged, "Could I maybe sit with you?"

He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, "I don't care. Even if I did say no, you'd still sit down any way. Why waste my breath?" he said. 

"You know, a simple sure would've been suffice." I said, mocking Liam's tone. 

Liam looked me up and down and smirked, "You look wonderful today." he said, his sentence filled with sarcasm. 

I glared at him, "Shut up! I have a good reason to look this wonderful." I spat. 

Liam just laughed at me, "And what reason would that be?" he asked smiling.

"My best friend almost died yesterday. He's in the hospital now." I said, my frown deepening. Liam's joking face soon went stone cold with no expression what so ever.

Liam frowned, "Is he going to be alright?"

I sighed, "Yeah, he'll be okay. I couldn't sleep at all last night, knowing that he was in the hospital." I said. Liam stayed silent, not saying a word. He wouldn't look at me either, he just continued to stare down at his newspaper. I mentally rolled my eyes at him and continued to drink my coffee. When I put my cup down, I couldn't help but yawn. I was so tired from not being able to sleep last night.

"Jesus!" Liam exclaimed.

I looked around confused, "What?"

"Your breath reeks!" he said, waving his hand in front of his nose, "Did you brush your teeth this morning?"

My hand immediately went up to cover my mouth, "For your information, I did." I said coldly. I picked up my coffee cup, "It's probably because of this stupid coffee." I said sighing. "This is not okay."

"No, it's really not. You could obliterate the entire world with that stench." Liam said with the slightest hint of humor in his voice. 

"Liam, that's not funny! This is serious!" 

"Did I laugh?" he asked.

"Well, no."

"Then I'm being serious." he said pausing, "Here." he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a packet of gum, "This may help for a little while."

"Thanks. That's oddly nice of you." I joked.

"Just take a piece before I out it back into my pocket." he said and I took a piece, setting it aside on the table.

"I'll chew it after my coffee." I said.

We sat there for a little while, not saying a word to each other. Liam sat there reading his paper with a scowl on his face. I could feel the tension between us growing thicker with each minute that slowly ticked by.

"Why are you such a stiff?" I asked bluntly.

"Pardon me?"

"Why are you so stiff and tense? Why can't you relax a little?"

Liam narrowed his eyes at me, "Why can't you leave me alone like I asked the first fifty million fucking times?"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Liam, I don't wanna fight with you right now. I just asked a simple question."

"I don't want to." he replied simply.

Confusion came over me, "You don't want to what?"

"I don't want to relax a little!" He yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. I jumped back in my seat a little at his sudden use of violence. Everyone is the coffee shoppe was now staring at us. He sighed heavily, rubbing his eyebrows roughly, "I can't relax around you." he said and looked down at his knotted fingers.

In that moment, everything made sense. I knew exactly what he was thinking, "You're afraid of me aren't you?" I asked.

He looked at me as if I was going crazy, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You cant relax around me because if you do, you're afraid I'll get behind that wall you're desperately  trying to keep me away from. You built that wall off of every bad experience you've ever had, and now you're afraid that I'm going to come along and knock it down."

"Okay, enough!" he spat. He was never in a million years going to tell me that I was right, even though I could already tell. It was written all over his face.

"Why does everything have to be a battle with you?" Liam asked.

I laughed, "You should ask yourself that question. You start it every time," I said, watching as Liam rolled his eyes, "Can we have a decent conversation now?" 

"Sure. So how was your weekend before all that shit happened?" he asked.

"Well, Niall and I threw a little get together-" I said, but Liam cut me off. 

"Wait, wait, wait," he said, holding up his finger, "You threw a party and didn't invite me?"

I rolled my eyes, "Please, you wouldn't of gone anyway."

Liam laughed, "You're right. I wouldn't've." he said, giving me a sarcastic smile, "Continue."

I sighed, "Some of our friends came over and had a good time with us until all of that happened."

"Were you guys drinking?" he asked, eyeing me.

"Just a little bit. Not too much." I said honestly.

"Who showed up at your little get together?" he asked.

"My, my. So many questions Mr. Nosey." I teased. Liam rolled his eyes, waiting for me to continue, "If you must know it was Niall and I, Niall is the one you met in the library the other day." I said drawing air quotes around "met." They didn't officially meet each other. They just had a fight to the death staring contest over me, which I don't see that as meeting.

"My friend Analeigh came over and brought two of her friends. One's name was Zayn Malik-" I said, but Liam cut me off again.

"I know him! He's cool." he said, growing more interested in the conversation.

"How do you know him?" I asked.

"A few summers ago, I got a part-time job as a lifeguard, and I met him during training. We became quick friends after that, but I haven't seen him much since I left. This past summer, I took up the job again, but he didn't." he said pausing, "Who was her other friend?" he asked curiously.

"Her other friend's name was Harry Styles." I said. I notice Liam's face fall hard, going from me thinking that he is having a good time with this conversation, to me knowing he is angry at something I said. I decided not to ask, and to just continue, "I think we all became friends. I feel like it's really too soon to tell, but I could see myself hanging out with all of them again. Harry actually invited me to a party he's having and I think I might go." I said. 

Maybe It wasn't anger Liam was feeling. He looked like he was about the cry. Liam stood abruptly from the table and stormed out of the coffee shoppe without another word. I looked around at everyone and they were all looking at me once again. I slumped down in my seat and continued to drink my coffee.

What the hell did I do this time?

-

I couldn't stay in there any longer. I feel bad for just leaving Julina in there without a reason, without a clue as to why I ran out like that. I just couldn't stay. Just the mention of that God forsaken name sent me over the edge. It wasn't Julina's fault; she didn't know. 

I stormed out of the coffee shoppe, pushing a few people out of my way. My mind was so clouded by the fact that she not only met and hung out with him, but now their friends? And she's going to his party? She doesn't understand the danger she's in. She could, or much worse, will get hurt by him. I had to stop her. But how?

I gulped down the lump in my throat. I was at the point of frustration where I could just burst into tears at any moment. I was so pissed off. I never thought their paths would cross. Who was I kidding though? He takes everyone away from me. He's one of the reasons why I'm trying to keep Julina away from me. I don't want to feel this hurt anymore.

I just can't seem to keep her away though. With every conversation, it gets harder and harder to keep my distance. She could actually be different from everyone else. Someone who would actually care.

I felt something hard hit my shoulder, "Hey! Watch where your going Idiot!" some guy yelled to me as I shoved past him. The world was sipping around me. I wasn't sure where I had wandered off to, but I was sure of two things. 

Julina was right about everything and I knew it too. I was scared, terrified even, of her. I didn't want her to get too close to me. I don't want to get hurt, and I really don't want her to get hurt.

I was also sure that she was different. She is nothing like anyone else that I have ever met. I have been the biggest fucking asshole to her since we met, and she continues to try and get to me, but I cant let her. She will get hurt.

I made my way back to campus and found a bench to sit on. I put my elbows on my knees and placed my head in my hands to continue my internal battle.

If I let her get too close to me, we will both get hurt.

If I shut her out, she will get hurt by him.

I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes, I don't know what to do. I rubbed the sides of my head and took a few deep, calming breaths before making my decision. 

I will not let her get hurt by him.

I will not let her get hurt by Harry.

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