Foolishly completely fallen

Life can be pretty crazy when your twin brother happens to be Liam Payne, and your touring around the world with them. And to make it crazier you've kind of got a huge crush on your best friend, who happens to be in Liam's band... Yeh that's my life right now. Charlotte Payne, that's me or Charlie as the boys tend to call me. People who don't know me compare me to Liam and think i'm just like him, when in all honesty were almost complete opposites. Really the only similarities were our eyes and hair color. Some think i'm using his fame, other's think i'm an annoying girl with the perfect life. When there's four people who know the truth about what keeps me up at night in fear. And why there are bruises scattered all over my body. There's only four people who i can trust with everything. When my life is everything far from perfect. Maybe i'll be able to finally trust another person enough to open up about my scary secrets and possibly find love along the way...


2. Chapter 2 ☆ Paul my trusty steed

Charlie's P.O.V.

Zayn and I were lying in an open field staring up at the night sky, with my head on his chest and our fingers intertwined. We were talking about everything and anything possible. Being the adorable couple I always hoped we would be. He was looking down at me with his perfect chocolate orbs that I could look into and just get lost in. He had this breathe taking smile gracing his lips that made so many fan girls swoon over him. I was so lost in his eyes I didn't know he was leaning in closer till I could feel his breathe on my lips and he whispered those three words, that I’ve heard so many times from all the boys. That sent tingles down my back every time he said them, even if he didn’t mean it the way I wanted him to, but this time I could see the adoration in his eyes, and that he really meant it. "I love you" his eyes fluttered shut along with mine. His lips were finally about to make contact with mine, in 3... 2-

"Charlie!!!!!" Louis shouted in my ear.

Snapping my eyes open, letting out a yelp, I turned to give Louis the best death glare I could muster, which must have been quite ridiculous because it just caused all the other boys to start cracking up.

"Louis, I will get my revenge. Just you wait." I muttered under my breath. Zayn must have picked up on what I said because not even 2 seconds later he started snickering beside me. I shot him a mischievous wink, causing him to smirk. 

"We'll be at the airport in 5 minutes, just giving you guys a warning" Liam informed us.

"Great" I sighed. Closing my eyes, I nestled my head into Zayn's shoulder, with his arm wrapped around my waist. Waiting for impact.

I could tell exactly when we reached the airport, because all you could hear was the shouting and the pounding on the windows. Groaning, I did the most logical thing I could think of doing in my half-asleep state, I scooted closer to Zayn and buried my head in his neck. It only made everyone else in the van laugh harder at my pathetic attempt at blocking out the noise.

A few minutes after we finally parked and security made a path for us to get into the airport, the boys were scurrying out of the van to greet their fans. I sat and watched for a couple minutes in my sleepy state, as security got our luggage and sent it off to the people who put it on the plane. Searching the crowd of security I could pick out Paul a few feet away. Perfect. Time for a little begging. Good thing Paul always gives into me, I’m like the daughter he always wanted and he's like my second father. He's protective over the boys but he's a tiny bit more protective over me. So I put on my most innocent smile I can muster up and call him over. 

"PAUL!" I yell over the loud fans. And his head instantly lifts up and he's scanning the crowd for who yelled his name, his eyes finally land on me and a small smile graces his lips as he slowly makes his way over to me. 

"Yeh, Charlie?" 

"Could you give me a piggyback in?" I ask as innocently as possible sticking my bottom lip out and batting my lashes a couple times. 

"Ugh... Fine, hop on" he says feigning annoyance. So I do what he says and jump on his back like a monkey. We slowly make our way through the crowd that had quieted down since the boys had finally gone inside. Once they noticed me they started up again and I couldn’t help but smile and wave back. Since after X-Factor I’ve always been with the boys 100% of the journey, living with them, touring, premiers, concerts, signings, you name it I’ve been with them. I've been the boys photographer since the beginning. Always hiding behind my camera, that would put me at ease. Because of that the fans have caught on, and even started asking how I was in interviews and making posters with my name on them, bringing them to concerts. It's kind of upped my own career really. And I couldn’t be more grateful for it. 

 We finally greeted the other boys at security, after giving a few autographs and taking pictures with a few fans, where all the boys were laughing at the fact Paul was carrying me. You see by the time we had gotten through the crowd I wasn't really on Paul's back anymore. Nope, he was carrying me over his shoulder in a fireman's hold while I kept trying to squirm out of his grip. 

"Paul, pretty please let me down"

"Okay" He says before swinging me off his shoulder as I let out a very girly squeal and land on the ground with a soft thump. 

"Thanks. Can someone help me up?" I ask wide eyed, my arms out like a little baby asking to be picked up.

"I got ya." Zayn laughs, playfully rolling his eyes. Before bending over and letting me wrap my arms around his neck while he puts an arm under my knees and my back carrying me bridal style to where everyone else is sitting in the terminal waiting for our flight to be called. 

Once we get to the seats Zayn sits down plopping me down in his lap, while we watch Louis whine at Harry.

"Hazza, why don't you carry me like that? I thought you loved me." Lou pouts and just goes on and on about how it's not fair. While all of us just snicker at Harry's dumbfounded expression. 

When our flights finally called, we hand the flight attendant our passports and tickets and we board the plane to find out it’s a private jet. YES! When were all boarded and seated I look around and see Louis and Harry sitting across from Zayn and I (who's arm is still around my waist might I add *insert girly squeal here*) and Liam and Niall having a tug of war battle over a bag of crisps. 

I sat back and rested my head on Zayn's shoulder, letting sleep over come me once again, for the long flight to Boston. This was my life, thinking I couldn't be any happier. I was so wrong.

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