Let Yourself Fall (Liam Payne)

Chapter 2 ~ Liam

Chapter 2 ~ Liam

I’m about to say ‘I love you, too’ when I realise what she has just said. She didn’t tell me she loves us, she has apologised. When that sinks in my mind I look up at her not being able to hide my surprise. This has never happened before. Fans normally tell us they love us, that we’ve saved their lives, that they owe us everything, and so many other wonderful things that when I hear them, I can’t help but smile like an idiot and be so grateful for what I am doing. In the last couple of months I’ve learnt to really appreciate what we do, and the impact we have on others’ lives. I’ve stopped sometimes to contemplate and say thanks for the life I have the pleasure to live.

My life is always in a rush. We hardly have time to stop and breathe, and before I just went with it. I was letting myself be dragged along, but since that nightmare and the day I broke up with Danielle, I have tried to stop for a change.

That day was hard. And it kept being hard for a long time because I loved her and I missed her, but I was sure it was the right choice. I’m still sure it was the best for us. She’s fine now, happier than she ever was with me. We talk sometimes, and we’ll probably never be friends again, but at least we can be nice towards each other.

Until this girl spoke, I was just in this kind of automatic pilot. I was signing because I had to do it, I was smiling because I knew it was my duty, I was replying to their words with kind sentences that I’ve said too many times to remember the number. But then she told me this, and it was like waking up in the middle of the night because you feel like falling.

And this time I look at her.

She’s lovely. There’s no other word to describe her. She’s not incredibly beautiful to the point of leaving me breathless, but she’s not plain Jane either. She has something special around her. She’s natural and sweet. Her light brown hair is short, a bit longer than Louis’ and it’s slightly wavy. Her eyes are big and brown, a sweet and warm chocolate. When she smiles, cute little dimples appear in her cheeks making her look even adorable.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” she repeats after I showed my confusion. “You must be really tired and doing this can’t be easy. I’m sorry that us, fans, demand so much of your time and energy,” she explains and I can’t stop looking at her.

Fans are so grateful for having an opportunity to meet us that they never stop to think, at least in the moment, of how exhausting is for us.

“Uh– It’s okay, we love our fans and we do this gladly,” I say, still impressed and not sure how to reply.

“Yeah, but even though, you must end up dead on your feet every time. Like now, you look so tired yet you’re being so nice to my little sister. It’s incredible what you all do.”

I can’t help myself from smiling at her. It feels nice to see concern from a fan. Real concern, like an old friend would care about you if they see you tired and about to fall asleep. I can see there’s no hidden intention behind her words. She really means what she’s saying, she is really apologizing for having us there instead of getting some rest.

The little girl ends up doing her show. She’s a lovely girl, so charismatic and full of energy. I’m sure all of us had fallen under her charm, and she’s smiling; proud of herself. The girl in front of me turns to look at the little girl and as I look at her clapping and smiling like a proud mum, I realise I want to see her again. She has something special and wonderful that makes me feel great. Like going out after days of rain when you have to be inside, even though you want to go outside to play; and it’s finally sunny, and you’re free. It feels that great to have her smiling at you and with her eyes full of good intentions.