Lost *Liam Payne*

When she was here, every day was full of light and happiness. Her smile would light up the darkest of days, blue eyes sparkling bright, hair as yellow as the sun. There was never a point in time when I was unhappy when she was around. Until now. Now, the skies are grey, dark and depressed. All happiness has disappeared...along with her. She's gone. She left. She never came back. She's lost. But I'm determined to find her.


2. Chapter 1 AND 2

"Flight 59 is now boarding...flight 59, now boarding." A  ladies voice states over the intercom. I pull the strap of my carry on bag onto my shoulder, dropping my shades over my eyes. 

"Liam, that's us." Louis explains, adjusting the blue beanie on his head. I nod at him, checking my pocket, making sure my ticket is still placed there.

"Ok let's go." I say, walking towards our destination. The five of us hand our tickets over to the pretty airline lady, her blonde hair  pulled back in a bun. She smiles at me, her blue eyes sparkling. I feel a lump start to form in my throat, old memories of blonde hair and big blue eyes flying through my mind.

"Have a nice flight!" She says sweetly, her white teeth showing behind her plump lips. My eyes locked on her, I nod slightly before walking through a door into a hallway.

"You alright mate?" Niall asks, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I glance at him momentarily, giving him a small smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I mumble. Niall nods his head slowly, smiling slightly at me. We turn our heads towards the entrance of the plane where Zayn, Harry, and Louis are calling out our names.

"Ok come on, we've got things to do." I say with more strength in my voice. Niall nods, adjusts his hat, and we board the plane.

"Flight 59 now landing in LAX, flight 59 now landing." A deep voice explodes over the intercom. The boys and I shuffle out in a line, groaning and stretching. Louis and Harry were practically walking zombies, hair all messy with bloodshot eyes and wrinkled clothes. I hadn't slept once on the 12 hour flight. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than her last words to me.

"Come find me Liam" replayed over and over again in my head, her voice the sound of angels. Whenever I closed my eyes, I would see her face, beautiful and perfect in every way. She haunts my every thought and dream. In the beginning, I  tried everything in my power to forget her, giving up hope as time went on and no one had found her. I was a lost soul...I still am.

"Liam..." Harry's raspy voice pulls me out of my thoughts. My gaze snaps towards him. The four of them are looking at me, worried expressions on all of their faces. "You ready?" Harry asks me hesitantly. The rest of the guys shuffle their feet awkwardly, barely making eye contact with me. They all have acted this way towards me ever since she left.

"Yeah! Lets go." I reply, putting on a small smile for them. They all grin back, although, I can see that they are forced smiles. We all retrieve our bags from baggage claim and grab a quick bite to eat in the food court in the airport.

The five of us walk out of LAX, being met with the warm, humid weather that is Los Angeles. I breathe in, filling my lungs with the hot air around me. Its been a while since the boys and I have been to LA. I only hope that we came to the right place. I pull my Ray Bans out of the side pocket in my carry on, sliding them on my face as Zayn calls over a cab. 

We all pile into the yellow vehicle, being met with a man in a turban and a strong indian accent. Louis smirked over at Zayn, making a joke about whether or not the man was part of the Muslim boy's  family. The rest of the boys laughed while Zayn just glared at Louis playfully. I ignored them all, lost in my own thoughts.

"Where to?" The Indian driver asks, his brown eyes meeting mine in the rear view mirror. My heart thuds in my chest as all the boys turn to me. I close me eyes and think. Trying to pull out bits and pieces of lost memories.

"If I could be anywhere in the world..."she mumbles, blue eyes wide as she takes in the huge sky above us. There wasn't a cloud in sight, sun blazing bright.  Her back lays on the grass, white lace dress fanned out around her. Laying on my side, I softly stroke the little baby hairs along her forehead, not able to take my eyes off of her. Long, wavy blonde hair pulled into a braid along her side, lips shiny and pink. 

"Where would you be, beautiful?"
 I ask her, watching as her delicate face turns towards mine. She smiles shyly at me before returning we gaze to the blue masterpiece above us.

"I'd go somewhere warm, carefree, a place where the lost kids go..." 

"A place where the lost kids go..." I mumble, the memory slowly fading away from my mind. All the boys look at me, giving me strange and confused looks. The taxi driver nods his head, as if in understanding, and pulls out of the airport. 

*********Chapter 2*************
"Liam, are you sure this is the place?" Niall asks, his Irish accent deep and raspy from the nap he had taken in the cab. 

We had left LAX, along with everything else. We went from giant, luxurious buildings to a rather sketchy area of LA. The driver had said nothing to us about our destination. He just drove, not speaking a single word.

I stare out the cab window, eyeing a rather small shack of a house. The exterior is made up of ragged and worn down brick, the building looking as if it were slightly tipping to the side. Planted in the almost nonexistent grass, there was a chipped, washed out wooden sign reading:

'Neverland: House for the Lost Kids'

Without giving the slightest response, I climb out of the cab, trudging my duffle bag along with me. The rest of the boys follow suit, Zayn quickly throwing a wad of cash to our Indian driver.

"Liam..." Harry warns as I approach the house.  I stop at the edge of the lawn, taking in the rundown structure in front of me.

 I can practically envision the building at its prime, lots of kids running around in the green, front yard. A small, petite girl with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes chasing after them. Her laugh is like a song, echoing the joy the kids around her are feeling. I know in my heart that this is where I need to be.

"A place where the lost kids go..." I whisper to myself, coming back to reality. A smile forms on my face. I turn towards the boys, a feeling of overwhelming excitement build up in me. They all give me wide eyed looks, not sure how to take in my strange behavior. 

"This is it..." I say, feeling the grin on my face widen at my words. I watch as my four best friends evaluate the building known as 'Neverland'. One by one, they all turn to me, looking unsure.

"I'm not so sure about this, Li." Louis whispers to me, meeting my eyes for a second before my brown eyed gaze returns to the house.

I don't know how I knew that this ramshackle little home was the place I needed to be...to at least start my journey to find the girl I lost. I just felt it. I felt the need, the pull, for me to be here. This was the beginning to the long road ahead of me. 

I turn around and march me way up to the front door. All the windows are completely covered by curtains, enabling me a peek inside. I pause at the front door, the red paint peeling and chipping away. 

Taking one last glance over my shoulder, I see that the boys are motionless in the front yard. I give them all a reassuring smile before turning my gaze back to the once cherry red door and knocking.

At first, seconds pass by. Then, minutes. I can feel the boys getting anxious, all of them eventually joining me on the small porch. After half an hour of waiting, the feeling of excitement and hope had almost completely disappeared. 

I turn around to face the four boys that had traveled all this way with me. Fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over in my eyes, I take a deep breath. "I guess this wasn't the place we were looking for..." I mumble to them, starting to walk off the porch. 

The boys follow me, making our way to the edge of the yard. Then, a noise makes me stop in my tracks. I spin my body around slowly, eyes widening as I see the front door crack open.

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