Writing with love - Friendzone

Love letters are kind of dated, they are not really written anymore. a simple letter written by hand and not some words on a printed out word document or like any others would send in a email now a days. no a real one, a genuine letter that gets you intrigued. that makes you want to know the person behind the words.

Allison writes a handwritten letter, after some serious talking her into it by her best friend. When she sends it to her favorite band member she didn't expect to get an answer. not at all in fact, because what world famous boy have time to write a letter right?

Liam has changed after the breakup with Sophia, he uncomfortable in crowds and more shy than before. He wants to change back to his old self but he doesn't know how. The boys get a box of fan stuff sent to the office and Liams eyes gets caught on a simple envelope with a all handwritten letters.
he feels like he need to answer it, so without the others noticing it he hides it and takes it home.


1. Starting is the hardest part

- Allison -


I was sitting in the back of my grandparents old bookstore. I had always had a thing for books and words and being here made me calm. this place was my favorite place on earth. ever since my parents had died a few years ago I had spend a lot more hours here. every day after school I spent here, helping them restock the books or help with the register. when I turned 16 I even got my own key so that I could start to close up.

My grandfather said that the responsibility at the store made me stay out of trouble. I guess he didn't want an other teenage pregnancy under his roof, again. 

My parents was really young when they had me. My mom was 16 when she meet my father at a high school dance. They fell instantly in love and just a few months into their relationship they found out they were expecting me. my grandparents made them get married and they did just a few weeks before I came into the world.

I was just 11 when they actually died but they were the happiest couple I had ever seen, well besides my grandparents of course. my fathers parents died when I was really really young and with just a few months apart, my father always said it was true love that wanted to keep them together. so I guess when my fathers car crashed when they were on their way to go on their second honeymoon it was the twisted way of true love taking them both together.

I'm soon going to be 19 and I just graduated from high school and my grandfather had given me a full- time job at the bookstore. I didn't want to anything else then working here anyways. I had the closing shift today and I was just about to lock the door when my best friend rushed into the store closing and locking the door for me. she rubbed her hands together to make them warm up from the november cold.


"well thanks for closing up for me." I chuckled and turned the sign from open to closed.

"I might have done this thing, I kind of got a hold of this mail address thingy to One Direction and I really think you should send a letter to your boy Payno." she smiled.

"Miranda, He is not my boy and I love you but I won't write a letter to Liam Payne, that hasn't even heard of me." I told her getting back behind the counter.

"Alli, I'll tell you, he would totally fall in love with you. You are good with words." she smiled.

"Miranda, no." I said again.

"oh come on! I know you want to!" she sing songed.

"you are so annoying right now." I sighed and turned to face her.

"Allison Jane Davis, you really have to start to live a little! what do you have to loose on writing one letter?" she reasoned as she jumped up on the counter .

"why are you making me do this? I'm not going to end up alone you know. You don't need to fix me up. Especially not with a guy that will never know who I am." I said and made sure all the cash was locked into the safe and all the keys were where they were suppose to be.

"Alli, you are going to be stuck in this little sleepy town for the rest of your life and you probably will take over this store and since all the boys in our age who live here, we went to high school with, kind of leaves you with next to none options." she sighed.

"Miranda, why are you so convinced that I need to have a boyfriend to be happy? I'm not you." I said and I knew that that would hurt her, maybe I went a bit to far. 

"ouch, what is that suppose to mean?" she hissed.

"I'm sorry. But we are complete opposites Miranda, that's why we are best friends. I don't need a boy to be happy." I said looking down, feeling bad.

"I know you don't, I just don't want you to end up alone or sad. I want more than that for you, you deserve to be happy and to be in love. After all you been through with loosing your parents and me going of to the U.S to study next year." she trailed of and sighed, looking down on her hands too.


This is how we worked, we said things we regretted but after a few seconds we were all fine again. we couldn't really stay mad at each other for that long. after all we were the best of friends. She was feeling bad thinking she was leaving me all alone back here but I had already found out what I wanted to do with my life and I didn't need to go to some fancy school to find myself. 

we looked up at each other and smiled carefully, and just like that the 'fight' was over and everything was back to the way it was suppose to be and after all she was my friend.

I grabbed my backpack and my keys and signaled to Miranda to follow me to the back door. We walked out in the back ally and I locked and turned the alarm on before we walked up to my old truck standing on the little employers car-park. I got my keys and opened it up. 


"want a ride home?" I asked and looked at her as she followed me.

"no, Joe is waiting for me at coffee shop down the street but thanks though." she smiled, gave me a long hug before she started to walk down the ally to turn left before being at the towns diner that was also the coffee shop.

"fine, I'll see you later then." I smiled and went to grab the handle to the truck when she turned and called to me.

"don't forget to write the letter sweetheart!" she smiled and then she was gone.


I chuckled and got into the car shaking my head, she knew me better than anyone else and maybe that's why I knew I was going to write that letter. I started the car and drove the 10 min drive home.


- - - 


I was sitting in my bed leaning against the headboard with a notepad propped up on my legs and the pen in my left hand. I couldn't believe that she had actually talked me into this. What was i suppose to write? Something stupid that practically every other fan that wrote them did? Something original that came from the bottom of my heart? and what was original enough to make him notice me? 

I sighed and reach for my phone that was on charge on the nightstand. It was just 9 o'clock but I was getting tired. I sighed once again and started to bite the end of the pen, it was a bad habit i kept that but i still couldn't not do it.

I laid the pen and the notepad on the bed next to me and started to braid my hair. I was really good at pushing things ahead to not do them.

I realized i had sighed a lot but did it again before tying a rubber band on my hair and reaching for the pen and notepad again.


again what am I even suppose to write? something about me, something about their music or what they mean to me or just some random stuff that makes no sense? 

I felt more and more confused about it and felt the frustration build up and make me want to throw something so it would break. 


"Allison, I'm making some tea, would you like some?" my grandmother Beth asked as she poked her head into my room.

"sure Nanna." I said and left the notepad and pen on the bed and ran after her down to the kitchen.


she filled the kettle with water and put it on the stove before turning to the fridge taking out the big chocolate cake that we had had for dessert after dinner and sliced to big peaces. one for her and one for me. she put them onto plates and toke two forks and gave me one of them and a plate. 

the water was starting to boil and soon the pipe sounded and she took the kettle of the stove and poured some water into two cups she had put down on the counter next to her. 


"so what is bothering you dear?" she asked as she handed me the cup.

"what makes you think that something is bothering me?" I asked and took a sip from it. 

"because you have that look on your face that you mother used to have when something was bothering her." Nanna told me.

"I do not." 

"sweetheart, I hate to break it to you but you do." she chuckled.

"I'm that much alike to my mother?" I asked her.

"yes, sometimes I forget that she is even gone. you look just like her too." she sighed.


I had long brown naturally wavy hair, big blue eyes and a little dimple in my cheek. I had plump limps and a big smile. I had a pretty nice body, muscular arms and long thin legs and I looked like any other athletic cheerleader but the only thing was that I didn't have to do anything to maintain that body. I was the opposite of a athletic person, very lazy, and I could eat what ever I ever wanted and didn't gain wait from it. Miranda was always jealous of that. 

some people said that I was a split image of my mother when she was my age. I wasn't that bad to look at I guess, Miranda always said I looked hot. But being the insecure me that I am I didn't really believe her. She was my best friend, she was suppose to say that. the same thing with my grandparents, they were suppose to think I'm beautiful, that's their job.


"Miranda talked me into writing this letter to this boy and I don't know what to write him." I sighed and took a bite of the cake.

"how come Miranda could talk you into something like that?" she asked.

"well she doesn't want me to end up alone when she goes away to school and she wants me to be happy and maybe just maybe I actually want to write him. Deep down." I said looking down.

"sweetheart, just write from your heart. it will know what to say." she smiled. 


I looked at her and I knew she was right. she was always right. I thanked her for the cake and advice, took my cup with me up to my room after saying goodnight and giving her a kiss hon the cheek. 

I sat on my bed again taking the pen and notepad making myself comfortable before starting the hole letter thing. Again.



Dear Liam Payne                                                                  

I don't really know what to write to you, I just know that I wanted to. so I guess I just start from the beginning. how are you? I hope you are doing well.

I'm actually writing because my friend talked me into writing this letter.

she thinks that I will end up all alone after she leaves to study in the US with her boyfriend but I don't think so. just because she is happy with him and want everyone to be as happy as her, doesn't mean I will end up alone right? 

I don't think that love is that easy like she says it is. Love is something that needs work and you need to be two to be in love, to fall in love. 

I'm not the most outgoing person, the way she is and I guess she is right when she says I need to live a little so I'm taking a chance and for me to even write this letter is crazy.

but you only live once right? So I would really like to get to know you, what if we are meant to get to know each other? so would you like to get know me?

Love Allison Davis


I signed the letter with my name and folded it into the white simple envelope I had decided to use. I put it in and licked it shut before I laid it on my nightstand and got under the covers. It had taken me an hour to write the letter and now it was closer to midnight. I laid down on the pillow and stared at the letter. the handwritten letters on the front of the envelope showed me the address it was going to be sent to and I gave a big sigh before closing my eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

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