Different Directions a Liam FanFic Chapter Five 4.09.12

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Chapter One:
“I’m broken, do you hear me? I’m blinded, cause you are everything I see…”
We were best friends.

He grew up in the house next door to me in Wolverhampton, and our mothers were friends so we saw each other at least once a day, every day, for as long as I can remember. Our mothers would get together for afternoon tea, and Liam and I would go up to my room (or his, depending on the day) and we would play silly made up games that had ruled we would figure out as we went along.

A rock hit my window.

I got out of my bed, knowing exactly who was going to be standing below it. He was the last person I wanted to see, but there he was, just like I knew he would be. He looked so handsome in his white knit hooded sweater that my heart jumped as I threw open my window and returned to my bed, burying myself under the covers after I saw a quick flash of a smile on his face. I pulled my covers over my head just as he slid through my window. He had been climbing the trellis and sliding through the wide window since we were fourteen, so over the past two years he had gotten really good at it.

“Still mad at me, eh?” he asked, sitting on the edge of my bed. I turned away as he kicked off his shoes. “I guess that’s a yes.”

He stretched out on my bed and I heard him sigh as he folded his arms under his head. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“You’re really mad at me for auditioning again?” he asked quietly. “You’re mad at me for following my dreams? Seriously, Tricia? Then I guess you’re not as good of a friend as I —”

I sat up and slapped him. Hard. He leaned away from me with a look of pure shock on his face, and his eyes watering in pain.

“What was that for?!” he shouted. I got out of my bed, thankful that my mother had gone to a friend’s house for the night, and I slammed my fist against my wall. My pictures rattled. Tears streaked down my face for a moment, and I turned to face him.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of being mad at you for following your dreams, Liam James Payne. Don’t you dare.”

“Then why are you so mad at me?” he asked, looking away from me. He hated when I was crying, and he especially hated it when he knew that he was the reason behind my tears.

“You never even thought about me.” I said to him. “About how it’s going to affect me. You kept me in the dark about this decision. Last time, you at least talked to me and explained what it was going to entail. I remembered most of it, but you could’ve still talked to me first. But no. You decided to tell me the day before you leave! You’re going to have to go to Wembly for a long time, and I’m going to need you. You’re my best friend, Liam. And that’s why I’m upset. You didn’t even talk to me first.”
“I didn’t expect you to go all ‘girlfriend’ on me! I thought you would want me to audition!”
“I do!” I shouted. He stood, and took few steps toward me.
“Then why are you so f*cking angry with me?!”
“I’m f*cking scared of losing you, you idiot!” I said, and then I collapsed to the floor in a fit of sobs.  If you haven’t figured it out, I am in love with Liam. I have been for three years. It was everything about him that made me fall. And even though when I first realized it I was only thirteen, I knew that what I was feeling for him was definitely more than just a crush. I had been hiding my feelings for three years, and now it was time for him to know. “I’m in love with you, Liam.”
He took a moment to process what I had just said, and then he sat down next to me, pulling me into his arms. I started crying into his shoulder.
“What?” he asked me softly, in a tone that was almost a whisper.
“I love you.” I said, still crying. “I’ve loved you for three years. I just never had the nerve to tell you.”
And when he leaned in to kiss me, I kissed him back, tangling my hands into his soft, brown locks of hair. Nothing needed to be said after that.

He took my virginity that night. Well, he didn’t take it because I willingly gave it to him. I woke up with my clothes folded neatly on the end of my bed with the sweater he had been wearing folded on top of the pile. There was a note next to it and the condom wrapper was sitting on top of a stack of books on my nightstand.
I sat up, keeping a blanket around me, and grabbed the note. It was folded into a little heart with my name on the front. I unfolded it carefully, taking care not to rip it.

Tricia,
Sorry I left you. My mum called and said that I had to go so we could get to Wembly Arena in time for the audition. I didn’t want to wake you.
Last night… I’m sorry for the way that I yelled at you. It wasn’t fair of me to do that. But, other than that it was amazing, and I’m never going to forget it. For now, I need time to think. I do love you, in the same way that you love me. I think I proved that. But everything is just happening so fast right now. I just need times.
I’ll call you soon.
Liam.

I crushed the note in my hand, and pulled my pillow to my chest. It still smelled like his hair.
Tears stung my eyes for the second time in less than twenty four hours. I curled back up into my blankets and willed myself to stop crying, and begged my heart to stop hurting, hoping that the pain would go away. Tears streaked down my cheeks. He was gone and I didn’t know when he was going to see him again.
Seeing his X-factor audition on television about two weeks later made my heart twinge with pain again. Mum made me watch it, and she even made her own special popcorn with parsley and butter and pepper. Even though seeing him was painful, hearing his voice took the edge of it away. He hadn’t called me yet, but I was still keeping the faith that he would. It was understandable, why he wouldn’t call. But I just wanted to know if things between the two of us were okay. I knew it would be awkward, but his silence was worse than his departure. It was like he completely disappeared and that was so much worse.
“He was great!” my mum said, smiling and wrapping her arm around my shoulder. “Wasn’t he great?”
“Yeah.” I said as a boy named Louis Tomlinson took the stage. My mother loved Liam like he was her own son, and she was sure that he and I were going to get married someday. So I knew why she was so excited for him. “He was really great.”
She got off the couch and within five minutes I heard her on the phone with Liam’s mum, telling her how great he was. He had sung “Cry Me a River” by Michael Buble, and at that moment I realized why he had sung it to me about thirty five times. When I heard mum say that he was great for about the fifteenth time, I decided that I should probably call Liam and tell him the same. I took my phone out of my pocket, pressing 1. He was on my speed dial.
The phone rang three times, and then it went to voice mail. I assumed that he was at a meeting or something like that, so I just left a message.
“Hey Liam, it’s Tricia. Remember me?” I asked into the phone. “Anyway, I wanted to tell you that mum and I watched your audition for the X-Factor and you were great. I could listen to you sing that song all day long. Anyway… yeah… bye.”

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Chapter Two:

“I tried to sever ties, and I ended up with wounds to bind, like you’re pouring salt in my cuts ..”

It was about a month and a half later and I was cutting up some bacon for a casserole that my mother was making for a party she was catering. She had had her own business for about ten years. She had started it as soon as my father had left us, and I knew that she loved cooking, and now she always came home from work smiling because of that. She was standing next to me, dipping strawberries in either milk, dark or white chocolate. I knew that later that evening I was going to be drizzling chocolate over them, depending on what she wanted. She would divide them into three separate spots on the counter and then I would drizzle them.
She was humming along to a song I didn’t recognize so she could’ve been just making it up. She did that a lot when we were cooking together. I finished cutting the bacon and threw it into a pan so it could fry up when the phone started to ring. I looked at my mother and she nodded, excusing me to go to my room as she picked up the phone.
I ran up the stairs and into my room, picking my journal up off of a stack of Harry Potter books. I had been reading them again, for the twelfth time. I swear that those books kept me sane, but my journal kept me thinking of Liam. Today was particularly painful, because he used to help me with the strawberries, and it stirred up happy memories. Those were the most painful.
Simon Cowell had thrown Liam into a group with four other boys named Louis, Harry, Zayn and Niall. It was the week before the actual competition began, and they had been to the judge’s houses this past week. Liam’s mum kept me updated, since he still wasn’t talking to me. She didn’t have any idea of that though. My mum also told me, and I wrote it down in my journal. The pages were full of Liam and how he was doing. Writing it down helped take the pain away.
He still hadn’t called.
I sat on my bed and pulled the covers around me. Mum had had me working for twelve hours on things for her party, and my feet ached from being on them all day. It felt so nice to finally be able to sit down.
I turned to the most worn, tear stained page in my journal and looked at the bright red condom wrapper taped there. It was the page where I had written about that night. I wrote down everything I could remember as soon as I had stopped crying. I wrote about how good his lips felt on my skin as they attacked my neck with kisses, and how warm his skin was against mine, and how it had hurt so badly at first, but he kissed away my tears of pain and told me how sorry he was for hurting me. And how the night was filled with whispered promises of love and how it was hurting him just as badly to leave me as it was me, and how it was all over too quickly.
A tear slipped down my cheek as they often did when I read that page. The words took me back to that night, and I stood up, walked to my closet, and put his sweater on. I wrapped my arms around myself and closed my journal just as my mother walked into my room.
“You miss him, don’t you?” she asked. I nodded and breathed in his scent that was just barely lingering there, but holding on valiantly, as if it knew I needed that subtle comfort. She sighed and then smiled. “What if I told you you’re going to be seeing him very, very soon?”
My jaw dropped. “What? Why?”
“I just got a call from the producers of X Factor.” She said, he smile turning into a full grin. “One of their chefs isn’t able to make it there, and apparently Liam told them about me. They offered me a job and I accepted.”
I jumped out of my bed and we both jumped around my bed excitedly, hugging each other. This was a huge opportunity for my mother. She was going to be a personal chef, which would validate how great her recipes were to others.
“So, what exactly do we do?” I asked. “And you’re sure I can come?”
“We move into the contestant’s house tomorrow night, and yes. I asked if you could come because you’re an important part of my team so start packing!”

I only had about five boxes of things that I was taking from my room. Most of the space was taken up by books and clothes, but there were a few photographs and things that I had stuffed in a box and labeled “miscellaneous”. There were only a few things that I left unpacked, like Liam’s sweater, my journal and two books. I wasn’t going to return the sweater, I hadn’t planned too. I was just a little nippy outside and I wanted to wear it.
“Tricia?” my mum asked. “Time to go.” We had packed up the car already, so now all we had to do was go. I stood and put Liam’s sweater on, shouldering my backpack that I had put the books and my iPod in. It was four hours from here to the contestant’s house.
I followed my mum out of my room, only stopping to flick my lights off, then we went down the stairs and to our car. I got in the passenger’s side, and turned to a new page in my journal.

Journal,
Well we’ve done it. We’ve packed up our car and we’re headed up off to London. I told you about mum’s job at the X Factor already. But I haven’t told you what’s on my mind, or how I’ve been feeling the past few days, so here it goes.
What’s been on my mind lately is Liam, shocker there, right? I’m so scared to see him again, I’m so scared. Not because it’s him, but because I’m scared of his reaction to seeing me again. I’m sure he didn’t think about me when he told Simon about my mother. I’m sure he hasn’t even thought of me once since that night. According to his mother, he already has someone he’s trying to chase after. Her name is Danielle I think, and she’s a dancer on the show. I’m glad he made time for his mum and mine but can’t even find a second to say hello to me. That’s all I need. A simple hi would do. I have tried. I’ve sent him text messages countless times. He never responds.
I just hope it isn’t too awkward when we see each other again. I don’t like the idea of having “morning after awkwardness” two months later. But I think it will be, at least at first. For more reasons than just that, though. It’s going to be his fault, too. He’s the one who hasn’t made the effort.
I see a fight coming our way, even though he’s probably just going to try to avoid me at all costs. That can only last for so long when we’re under the same roof, though.
Other than that, I’m excited to see what this has in store for my mum and me, and I’m excited to meet the other boys in the group Liam is in as well. His mother said that they are lovely boys, but I’ll be the judge of that.
x Tricia.

I flipped the journal closed and closed my eyes.
“Excited?” my mother asked. Her voice was happy, and I smiled. “I’m sure that Liam will be surprised to see you.”
“I don’t know about that.” I muttered, playing with the strings on the sweater. “We didn’t exactly part ways on the best terms. It’ll be awkward at best when we  see each other again.”
“What are you talking about?” she asked me, puzzled.
“Promise you won’t get mad.” I said. She took a moment, and then she nodded. “The night before he left, when you went out to Jenny’s and didn’t come home until the next morning, he came over. And the two of us sort of…did it.”
“So, what you’re trying to tell me is that the two of you lost your virginities to each other.” Her grip on the steering wheel tightened momentarily, then it loosened again. “Okay, continue.”
“Before that, I told him that I’ve been in love with him for three years, which you already know, and that I was scared of losing him…anyway, the next morning, after having told me he loved me too, I woke up and he was gone. I’ve made an effort to talk to him. I’ve called and texted him. He never replies. So, like I said, it’s going to be awkward at best.”

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Chapter Three:

“Playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks like passing notes in secrecy. And I was enchanted to meet you…”

We pulled up to the enormous house, and the first thing I saw were four teenaged guys running out the door to help us unload our car. One was tall with dark curly hair that flipped out to the side. He was wearing dark black jeans with a black blazer and a red scarf and he had a white t-shirt on underneath all of that. Another was darker skinned with spiked hair and his ears were pierced. He was wearing a varsity jacket and jeans. Another was blonde and of medium height, wearing a red polo shirt and jeans, and the fourth was tall. He had shaggy dark brown hair, and was wearing a white t-shirt with stripes and red pants.
The only other thing that registered about them, was the fact that they were all extremely attractive. And none of them were Liam, but that’s a different matter.
“We’re here to help you.” The tall one with the flippy hair said with a smile. He had a soft face with dimples that came out with the smile on his face. “I’m Harry, by the way. And this is Zayn” –he pointed to the one wearing the varsity jacket—“Niall”—he pointed to the blonde—“and Louis.” He pointed to the one in the striped shirt, who sent a cheeky smile my way. I felt my face heat up a little and I looked away quickly.
“I’m Tricia.” I said with a smile, focusing my attention on anything but Louis. He was still grinning at me. To distract myself, I handed Harry a box. “That’s my mum, Heather. I’m not quite sure what she wants people to call her yet.”
“What the bloody hell is in this box?” Harry asked, sagging under the weight of the box.
“Probably clothes.” Louis said with a laugh, taking another box. “This box is particularly light, though. Probably books.”
I smiled at him and shook my head. “You’ve got it mixed up.” I said. “The box you have, Louis is clothes. The box that Harry has is books.”
“So you like to read?” Zayn asked, taking another box. I nodded.
“The box that Harry has are books that I haven’t read. I’m sure that there’s thirty or forty in there. Do you read?”
“Let’s just say, if I weren’t here right now I would be at University, studying for a degree in English.”
“Zayn is the intelligent one.” Louis butted in. He adjusted his box and then he walked back to the house. I grabbed a box of my own and followed them in. The blonde, Niall walked with me and asked me questions about myself, and through our small conversation, I found out that he loved food, and was from Ireland.  All of their names and personalities were familiar to me, due to what Liam’s mum had said. It took me a moment, but then I knew that they were the boys in the group with Liam.
When we reached the floor of the house that I was staying on, Niall, Zayn, Harry and set the boxes that they were carrying down on my bed, and then they left the room so they could go and help my mother with her things, but Louis held back. My room was simple, but it was more than enough, really. I had a very large bed pushed against a cream colored wall, with navy blue blankets that were made of some sort of silky material, a bookshelf with a flat screen TV already in place with a DVD player and a stereo. There was also a dresser and a night stand. Like I said, simple, but nice and classy.
“Do you need any help?” Louis asked as I opened up a box of clothes. I picked a shirt up out of the box, hoping that there was someone there to help me with my laundry. I flicked my eyes over to my box of books.
“How good are you at alphabetizing?” I asked him with a grin.

After an hour, my bookshelf was stocked and Louis was laying on my bed, watching me tape up photographs. The room was starting to look lived in, and I was happy. I was getting more and more comfortable with every second and it kept feeling more like my room at home.
“You could help.” I said as Louis began to hum the Iron Man theme song. He adjusted so his arms were under his head.
“I could.” He said, nodding. “But that means I will have to move, and I don’t really want to use that much energy. It’s too much.”
“No one deserves a nap more than I do, Louis.” I said, throwing a pillow I had found in a box at him. He laughed when it hit him in the face and put it down on my bed.
“Really? And why is that?”
“I drove four hours to get here, unpacked and met this crazy boy named Louis who didn’t help me at all.”
“That’s nothing compared to my day, love.” He said with a grin, his blue eyes sparkled.
“Elaborate.” I said, taping up a picture of me and my mum.
“Six a.m.” He started. “Wake up call, and breakfast with the boys. Six forty five, drive to the studio. Seven fifteen, meeting with Uncle Simon for a song choice. After a very long and heated debate full of Liam accidentally spitting in my face, Harry stepping on my foot three times, Zayn accidentally hitting me in the face with his elbow and Niall looking clueless, Simon finally says that ‘we have no say in the song selection’ and settles it. As soon as that meeting is over at nine a.m. we go through an hour of our first rehearsal in which we learn very difficult harmonies. At ten, we have a meeting with our stylist, Leslie—who Zayn happens to be hot for—and she decides on two looks to approve with us and Uncle Simon. At eleven we come back here and eat lunch in which Niall spends the majority of the time drooling over Taiylor, another contestant. Unfortunately, lunch wasn’t as good today as it usually is because they are short staff. After lunch, the boys and I get two hours of ‘bonding’ because we don’t know each other all that well yet. Niall mostly farts and eats more during that time, while Liam plays his guitar –”
Typical.
“ – two p.m. we go back to the studio for more rehearsal and we begin to work on choreography. After three hours of dancing—that is horrendous, may I add—we come back here and eat diner, then we get the news that the new chef/cook thing has a seventeen year old daughter who will be living here too and the boys and I immediately agree to help you move in. Mostly because we want to see if you are attractive or not and get to know you before everyone else does. Then I find out that the daughter is a cheeky thing who is very pretty and I instantly like her. But she makes me alphabetize her extensive book collection by author and date published. Then the daughter gets mad at me for not wanting to exert any more energy. I think I win, love.”
“You like me?” I asked him. His eyes widened.
“After that whole speech about my day, the only thing that you heard was ‘I like her’? Women.”
“So that’s why you were so eager to help me!” I said with a grin.
“I admit, I did want to talk with you while the others helped your mum and then went off to chase their respective women.” He said. Then he stands and pulls a book off my shelf. The book he chose was a good one. “Meltdown” by Ben Elton. It was one of my favorites.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to exert your energy.” I said snidely. He laughed.
“I didn’t but this caught my eye.” He said. “Can I borrow it?”
“Sure, if you give it back. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Loueh!” a voice says from the hallway outside my room. “Loueh!” the owner of the voice walks in and it’s Zayn. “There you are. We’ve been looking everywhere for you—woah.”
He stopped talking and stared at my collection of books. I’m not really surprised. My book collection is an English nerd’s dream. I have every author from Jane Austen to Émile Zola. The Harry Potter books were definitely my favorites though.
“Your books are impressive.” He noted, running his fingers along the spine of one. I smiled.
“A lot of people have told me that.” I said with a laugh. “Which is your favorite?”
“Harry Potter.” He said without hesitation. “But we will have to have that discussion some other time. Loueh, Harry wants to work on the song for a bit, and Liam is going through a crisis. Something about Danielle, I think.”
My heart sank. Danielle. I hadn’t even finished unpacking and she was already being mentioned. This wasn’t going to be as fun as I thought it was.
“Where is the nearest bathroom?” I asked, feeling my eyes burn.
“Down the hall and to the left. First door on the right.” Zayn said. “Are you alright? You look like you’re going to start crying.”
I nodded my head quickly, confused as to how he would know that I felt tears coming on, and then I walked out of the room, taking a left and running into someone. He was only a few inches taller than me, and I looked up to apologize. I was met with a pair of warm, bright, brown eyes that I would know anywhere.
It was Liam.

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Chapter Four:

“Chest to chest, nose to nose, palm to palm, we were always just that close…”

When he got a good look at me and realized who I was, he turned around and walked back from the way he came. I was hoping for at least a hello before he turned around and ran away. I turned around, and walked back to my room where Zayn and Louis were both sitting on my bed and joking with each other. They looked up when they heard my door slam, and the first tear fell. Zayn rushed over to me and pulled me into a hug.
“Louis, text Harry and tell him that rehearsal will have to wait.” He said as his hand ran up and down my back softly. I cried into his chest.
“I’m sorry.” I nodded, hiding my face in his chest.
“I’ve got three sisters.” He said. So that was how he knew I was going to cry. “You don’t need to apologize. What’s wrong?”
He guided me over to my bed and I sat down next to Louis, who immediately wrapped his arms around me. I hid my face in his shoulder, and Zayn sat on my other side.
“This isn’t something you tell someone you’ve known for less than a day.” I said, wiping my eyes.
“You can tell us.” Louis said. “We aren’t going to judge you or say anything. What happens in this room stays in this room.”
I nodded.
“So come on, love. Tell us.” Zayn said. I covered my eyes.
“I am in love with Liam Payne.” I said softly.
“What do you mean?” Zayn asked.
“I mean I am in love with him.”
“You haven’t even met him.” Louis said. “How can you be in love with him?”
“Has anyone even bothered to tell you anything about my mom and I?” I asked with a dry laugh.
“Not really.” Zayn said. His voice was sexy and smooth. I couldn’t wait to hear him sing. He was the opposite of Louis, who was crazy and who’s voice was a little higher and slightly choppy. They were both amazing.
“Well, then you are going to hear quite a large portion of my life story right now.” I said, and then I told them everything. I told them everything about Liam and I that led up to that day, except for the part about losing my virginity to him. That didn’t seem like something that needed to be shared. They let me continue without interruptions, which was nice, and when I finally stopped talking they took a moment to take in everything I said.
“I know you won’t take my side. Liam is your friend. You barely know me.” I said. “But I just thought if I was going to tell you, I should tell you everything.”
“I don’t take sides.” Zayn said as Louis nodded in agreement. “Your story makes it impossible, even if I did take sides.”
“It’ll work out.” Louis said. “But right now our goal is to make Liam talk to you.”
“Yeah, like that will happen.” I said. “He’s too busy with Danielle.”
Louis grinned. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about her.”
Zayn and Louis exchanged a look, and then Zayn grinned. “Yeah, we’ll take care of her. But right now, we really need to go. Harry is probably having a conniption.”
“Agreed.” Louis said.
They stood up and I walked them to the door. “Thanks, guys.” I said with a weak smile. “Don’t forget to come by and talk books with me, Zayn. And Louis… you can come talk with me anytime. You both can, really. Just knock.”
He smiled and I felt my stomach knot up a little bit. He was very attractive, and he had a nice smile and a great personality and I was beginning to have a little bit of a crush on him, even though I had only known him for a few hours. There was something about him that I couldn’t quite put a finger on.
I went to the X Factor house without any expectations from Liam, and that meant if he was allowed to go for someone else, then I was too.
And I had my eye on Louis Tomlinson.

“Tricia, wake up.” My mum’s voice said to me. She shook my shoulder. “We have to go help prepare the breakfast.” I looked at my clock. It was five fifteen.
“But mum—” I started to protest. She cut across me.
“You have to help me, because you’re a part of my team and I need you.”
I nodded and got up, finding the uniform that I had been given the day before and slipping it over my head. We had to cook for twenty or more competitors with carefully structured diets. Each meal was planned for them, with frequent input from my mum, and her ideas were also used often.
By the end of the week I had learned every competitor’s name and had even formed a friendship with Taiylor, the girl that Niall had eyes for. She was really nice and had a great voice. I watched her perform on the television. We weren’t allowed to attend the performances unless we were invited by a contestant.
I also got my first glimpse of Danielle Peazer. She was stunning and it was easy to see why Liam would have eyes for her instead of me. The only thing I had on my side was our history.
The boys were great, too. I was a little sad that I didn’t get to hear Louis’ and Zayn’s voices as much as I would have liked, but Liam’s voice was just as smooth and beautiful as I remembered it.

It was Saturday night when the knock came. I thought that it would be Louis, because he was spending the majority of his free time in my room. He always came right after dinner and he stayed until he was so tired he was nearly asleep on my bed. I was falling for him, too.
Hard.
When I opened up my door, someone was shoved through it, and then it was slammed back shut.
“I’m going to murder all four of you in your sleep!” the person shouted, then he turned to face me and his eyes met mine. “Hello Tricia.”