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.

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4. Chapter 4


"Liam...wake up baby..." She whispers in my ear,
pulling me out of my subconsciousness. My brown eyes flutter open, a deep groan building up in the back of my throat.

I blink through the blurry darkness I from you me until my eyes land on the most beautiful girl ever created. She lays there on her side, long blonde hair in a mess of curls. Her bright blue eyes shine in the darkness of my bedroom. The only thing covering her naked flesh, my white sheets, is gripped tightly around her torso.

"Everything ok beautiful?" I ask her, my eyes never leaving her angelic face. Her face breaks out into a smile, the room instantly seeming lighter. 

"I just missed you, Li..."she mumbles under her breath, dropping her blue eyed gaze down to my arm where her delicate fingers brush along the hair there.

I bring my fingers up go rest underneath her chin. Slowly, I bring her eyes back up to meet mine, staring into them deeply before planting a soft kiss on her lips.

"I missed you too, my baby..." I whisper to her, gently tucking a strand of her wheat colored hair behind her ear.

She smiles at me shyly, a blush appearing on her cheeks, both almost invisible in my dark bedroom. A grin spreads across my face as she leans into me, positioning herself on top of my muscular chest.

 Resting her chin on her crossed arms on my chest, she begins to hum a song. I feel my eyes begin to drift closed, losing my battle with exhaustion.

"Find me in your dreams, Liam..." She whispers before everything goes black.
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I jump upright in my bed, panting heavily as I regain consciousness. Bits and pieces of the dream I just experienced roll through my head. I glance around the room, noticing all of the guys were still asleep. 

Zayn is sleeping in the bed next to mine, Harry and Louis sharing one on the other side of the room while Niall sleeps on a air mattress on the floor. The five of us were rather squished in the small bedroom, but we were going to have to make do with what we have.

While taking deep breaths, I run my hand through my messy bed hair, attempting to calm myself down. I rest my face in my hands, remembering the dream, or memory actually, like it was yesterday. That night had been the first time we had ever made love together. It had happened almost two years ago...

As quietly as I can, I get out of my bed, maneuvering around all of our bags and Niall's sleeping body on the bedroom floor.

I step out of the room, shutting the door without even the slightest sound. I sneak down the hall, trying to remember my way out of the house.

Victoriously, I find the front door, allowing myself a little happy dance before stepping outside. The cool, yet humid, night air washes into my face, taking my worries away with it. I close my eyes, breathing in the intoxicating aroma of California. 

I open my eyes, looking out from under the porch awning to see the star-filled night sky. I've never seen a masterpiece like this. Millions upon millions of bright white stars dot the onyx black sky. In awe, I stand there for what seems like hours, but couldn't have been more than a minute or two.

"It's beautiful out here..." A voice states, causing me to jump about a foot in the air.

"Jesus!" I exclaim, eyes wide and heart pounding as I turn my gaze towards the owner of the voice.

"You ok there?" The red haired girl giggles, her small body perched on an old wooden rocking chair. Her long red hair, resting on top of get head in a bun, still manages to shine a bright crimson red in the darkness. She lightly rocks back and forth in the chair, her plaid pajama bottoms reaching far past her feet.

With my hand on my heart, I can feel my racing heart pound hard in my chest. I take a few deep breathes, attempting to calm myself.

"You scared the living crap out of me, Wendy!" I exclaim, causing her to chuckle under her breath. She grins widely at me. Memories of a beautiful smile and plump punk lips float through my mind. 

I shake my head back and forth, forcing the thoughts out of my head. When I glance back at the girl in front of me, I notice the confused look on her face. Neither of us say anything at first, our eyes staring each other down. 

"I come out here sometimes to clear my head. Or just if I can't sleep and need to relax." She mumbles, her big green eyes seeming to grow in size as she turns her gaze up to the infinite sky above us. 

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, internally thanking her for changing the subject and not questioning me about the awkward experience we just had. I copy her movements, looking up to the stars. 

The two of us sit there, not saying a word. In a weird way, I enjoy the silence. It's a comfortable sort. I find myself comfortable around her.

"Why are you here, Liam?" Wendy asks me out of the blue. I drop my gaze to the floor of the porch, running my sock covered feet along the edge of it. I'm not really sure what to say or how to explain my reason for being here. Mostly because I didn't know the answer myself.

I stand there for what seems like a long time, pondering over what I should tell the red haired girl. She doesn't rush me, or continually ask me questions. Patiently, she waits.

"I'm...I'm looking for someone. Someone I lost a long time ago..." I whisper, not totally sure if she had heard me. Several minutes pass by, neither of us speaking. When I begin to suspect that I had totally confused Wendy, the noise of the creaking rocking chair stopped, the sound of footsteps replacing it. Next thing I know, the short girl is standing next to me, one of her hands resting in my forearm. 

I turn my gaze towards her, not entirely sure how to respond to her touch. She smiles up at me, making me feel slightly warm on the inside, a feeling I haven't had in a long time. Squeezing my arm lightly, she drops her hand to her side, the warm feeling disappearing completely. It made me feel empty.

"You can tell me if you want to...maybe I can help..." Wendy mumbles to me, her small hand enfolding itself into my much larger one. I look down at our entwined fingers, a part of my missing this little bit of contact. Another part of me told myself that this was wrong. As per usual, I didn't listen to the negative.

Taking a deep breath, I begin my tale. "We met when we were thirteen. I was the kid no one liked at school. No one wanted anything to do with me. I was totally and completely alone...I was lost. But then, she found me..."

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