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~ Chapter 2 ~
I played with the stick of my lollipop. I’d just looked around, and from the sight I saw through this eyeglasses Louis lent me, there was no one else who ate lollipop in his eighteen years old, especially not in the central town’s garden. I wondered if people looked at me like I was five years old in soul but eighteen years old in appearance… yet again, I couldn’t help buying this candy. I needed something to distract my wrecked mood, and maybe this lollipop could be that something.
He,- the cause of my messy mood-,was now going somewhere, and I took this miraculous chance, -of being free from him, even though it was just going to several minutes- to sit on this bench and replay this morning happening. “The hat looks too good on you!” he’d whispered on my ear and snatched the hat from my hand when I tried to put on a hat I took from man’s clothing line inside the mall. Yes, the man’s clothing line inside the mall where we’d met the screaming girls. “It will be better if the hat is worn on better man’s head, right?” he’dsaid and grinned, putting it on. When I’d seen it on his head, he’d looked beautiful. Very beautiful indeed. And I couldn’t believe he once called me ‘Beautiful’ in mocking way, while he was beautiful himself.
And believe me or not, when he’d said that, it was just the first forty five minutes of the eight hours we had to spend together in public places. Imagine what he’d say next…
“Those eyeglasses look bad on you. You’d better not use it,” it was the first thing he’dsaid after we arrived here half an hour ago. Awesome, right? Honestly I would fight to against this idea, -that we had to be seen together in public-, until death if he wasn’t the one who threw the idea. I mean, this was him who said to the boys that “I think me going out with Liam today are going to be fun! I bet the fans will be surprised when they see us.” What could I do to tell the boys that I didn’t want to be alone with my supposed to be ‘best friend’, who actually was my biggest enemy?
Uhm, the way I said it made it look like I had many enemies. Actually I didn’t. I just had too much people hating me. See the difference? I didn’t think that they’re my foes, yet they hated me till the guts. Everyone hated me. I’d always known that. Okay, maybe Niall could be one exception. And Louis maybe… made it two. Umm, Danielle? No, absolutely not. She absolutely hated me, especially after the break up. She and Perrie turned their back on me and him, because of the incessant rumors about… Ziam. And ironically to the rumors, Zayn himself hated me more than anything. Not that I didn’t hate him, though. And Harry… did I really doubt it? Of course he hated me. Since the first time he’d seen me, there had been the thick, pressured air around us, which told me what he’d thought about me that time: “I didn’t like you.”
Now that I was thinking about it, there was never, ever one person who needed my presence. I was just a complement part of my happy family. Without me, they’d be okay. Just like right now, they were doing very okay. Niall? Or Louis? I secretly thought that they just acknowledged me as someone in their band. They didn’t really need me. I was lucky enough now, that I’d entered the X-Factor. Or else? If Niall or Louis had ever met me before we joined that program, I was so sure that they wouldn’t even have looked at me.
Someone grabbed my lollipop, making me jump in shock. It was him.
“That’s mine!” I growled as I glared at him.
“Founder’s owner,” he said with a wide grin. Hey, I thought it was ‘Founder’s keeper’?
“You didn’t even find it! It’s mine!” I growled more and tried to snatch it back, but he who was standing behind me jerked away, and without thinking it twice, he opened the plastic which covered the candy.
“Still want this?” he said, smirking evilly before licked it wholeheartedly.
What?! Did he really do that?!
“What The Hell Are You Doing?!” I stood up glaring at him. He just needed a minute to make my annoyance culminated. Apparently.
“Come on, Li. You don’t need any candy,” he said. Strangely, I didn’t know why I even thought about this, but the way he said it made me sure that he hid something from me. Something important. “Because you’re already sweet…”
My jaw dropped. Was he seriously-
Two girls walked passed us, giggling knowingly as he snaked his arm around my shoulder. Oh my… not Ziam act again…
***
We were now on the yard around London’s Eye. Except he was now disappearing somewhere. Since we’d been on central park this afternoon until we were here now, we couldn’t stop arguing. Whenever people wasn’t around, though. My point was: I was really sick of pretending, and I’d said to him that I didn’t want another Ziam act, it was all fake and I hated faking. But he thought it would be better for us to keep playing this bromance, since “Larry Stylinson” was in the edge of “break-up” and “Nosh Hovine” didn’t make any progress to fans. But I couldn’t help but thinking, this was tiring… Everything was tiring, especially everything about pretending and him. Why did I do this in the first place?
Oh yeah, because of that jerk. But anyway, how did he bare to stay close to the person he hated most? Maybe because he enjoyed hating me so much. Whatever.
“Just let me dead…” I muttered under my breath.
“Don’t speak to yourself!” he said as he smacked me on the back of my head.
I jumped in shock. In shock by his presence or his voice or his smack, I didn’t know. But still, this guy really got my nerves! I turned my back and looked up. He was standing behind this seat I sat on, a trace of playful smirk was there on his lips. “Since when were you here?” I asked furiously, still in shock state.
His trace of smirk vanished and was replaced by eyebrows furrowing. “Why didn’t you ask ‘Why did you sneak up on me?’?” he asked.
This time, I joined him furrowing my eyebrows. Suspicions filled me. Really, he asked me about that? Was he that stupid? Or did he think that I was that stupid? “Of course because I’m not that stupid!” I answered him. “There is no way you would sneak up on me.”
He remained silent, with a familiar unreadable expression he used way too often whenever he was with me. “If I did?”
I growled exasperatedly. Don’t say that he suddenly forget about his hatred toward me. I mean, it was me whom he smacked in the back of the head! It should have been me who suffered from any amnesia! “You’ll never! And just forget it!” I snapped at him, turning my back at him. He implied that he sneaked up upon me, huh? Come on, how foolish his comment was! I knew I wasn’t worth to be sneaked up to! Don’t even try to make me believe that!
“Liam Payne,” he hissed. I remembered this hiss. This was the one he used to me when he… when he was about to do… “that”. But I wasn’t afraid anymore. I wasn’t the twelve years old Liam James Payne he used to know. I turned my back to face him for the second time.
Yet I was surprised… That unreadable expression was stuck there. This was the longest time I’d ever seen him wearing that expression. It was almost painful expression, which I couldn’t figure out more.
Now I felt guilty. He often did this to me… Now that I remembered it, he showed his unreadable expression whenever I replied him by something I knew was the truth, whenever he “tried” to make me feel so “high”, so “worth it”. But I always countered him by lowering myself, because I knew better… I knew I wasn’t worth it, and he knew I wasn’t. He even was the one who made me finally believe that I wasn’t. So, why did he often try to make me feel so? And the most important is: Why did I feel guilty? The way he looked now made me feel like my reply hurt him, even though the fact was the reverse!
Maybe he saw my disbelieved expression, so that he went back to the angry Zayn Jawadd Malik I knew. He stepped closer and hunched over to bring his face closer to mine. Wait, what? I flinched backward in reflex, and by that, his eyes grew darker. I caught a breath. Maybe he thought I was going to feel intimidated by his cloudy glare? If he thought so, he was wrong. And if he wanted to… do “that” again, I wouldn’t doubt to show him what I learned from boxing and tracking.
His glare became evenmore darker. But then a second later, I found that the glare was reflecting something else, which I couldn’t figure out. Ugh, this man was confusing!
“Don’t turn your back on me!” he hissed again after some silence, and then turned his back at me. I watched him in full dumbfounded mode. That was it? I thought, by the way he glared at me, the simplest thing he wanted to do was kill me… but he didn’t do anything! I felt a triumphant feeling inside of me grew as I watched his back went farther. I smirked as stealthily as possible to at least show it to the world. Of course he couldn’t do anything to me! I was now a better person, well, at least right now I thought so.
Wow. Revenge was very sweet… eventhough this wasn’t even a revenge at all… Huh, too bad.
As he disappeared, I just stayed there, enjoying the new feeling I felt. For this once, since I first met him, and met him again on the X-Factor, I felt like I won. I won over Zayn… even just by thinking those thought I felt like all I wanted to do was smile happily. Suddenly everything seemed brighter. The weather was so nice, this evening wasn’t too hot, cold, or humid. The sky slowly turned into bright orange color, affected by the sun. I took a breath in and open my eyes widely, looking around. People smiled happily to the person they were with: some people with their couples… some kids with their parents… world was suddenly seemed happier than I’d ever seen. I turned my head to my front again and looked up. London’s Eye looked so enticing…
Someone chose to sit beside me, but I chose to ignore. I wasn’t in the mood to talk to stranger, -or fan-, right now.
This someone cleared his throat but I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to enjoy the-
Chocolate ice cream was held in front of my eyes. So I guessed this was the end of my ignorance. I turned my head to see who was on my side, and it turned out…
He sat there in a graceful way, with his arm hold out the ice cream showing his defined arm muscles. His defined limb was covered in black outfits. And furthermore…
It’s him.
I raised an eyebrow to him, saying nothing, and he countered me by holding the ice cream in front of my eyes, saying nothing either. I frowned and pointed the ice cream before pointed to myself, and there, the unreadable expression came again as he nodded. Believe me, all I could think was, ‘Wow!’. If Zayn lost over me meant that he could be generous more often, I did really really want him became a loser. Well, I still a rather suspicious though. My eyes lingered on the ice cream, analyzing maybe it had poison… but if he chose to poison me right now, I guessed I didn’t care. I won over him, I won over someone who I hated so much, so I’d die happy.
I decided to take the ice cream and let the taste overpowering my tongue.
It was sweet…
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AN:
Right… you read Author’s Note again… Bored? YOU SAID YOU’RE BORED??! Don’t say that, pleaaase… *pleading with Puss in Boot’s eyes*
Okay, soo… what do you think about this chapter? Comment, vote, fan, please? 😀
By the wayyy, *I drag my words like Liam, notice?* for you whose birthday is today… I have a present for you!! 😀 *clearing throat* *grabbing microphone* *opening mouth like a diva*
Happy birthday to youu… Happy birthday to youuu… Happy birthday, happy birthday! Happy birthday to youuuuu… 😀 *give you virtual balloon*
Hey, I sing it for you, WHY DO YOU THROW TOMATOES AT ME?!
Mom: “Because your voice sucks, weirdo!”
Me: *pouting*
OKAY THAT’S MY RANT SO SEE YA AND HAVE A NICE DAY!!!!
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