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The Little Things
~Chapter 12~
I hum to myself quietly, playing with my hair in yet another hotel room mirror. My phone vibrates and I answer it quickly, "Liam, hey." I smile just saying his name. "Hello Beautiful," I can hear the smile in his voice, too. It's been hard, being away for three weeks so far, and not seeing his face except in magazines. I try to keep myself busy, but it's not always easy. We chit chat for a bit, not really saying anything important. A knock on my door makes me cut the conversation short, "I'll call you later, bye Liam," I make a kissing sound into the phone and hang up, in a good mood after speaking to him. I walk over to the door and peer out the peephole. It's a kid around my age, but I don't know who he is. "Who is it?" I shout from behind the door. "I won't kill you," He laughs. I shrug, and open the door. "I'm Clark," He sticks his hand out. I take it, "Valarie," I nod, giving him the name all my fans and everyone except Liam knows me as. "I know," He smiles cheekily, showing off two adorable dimples. "Um, an I help you with anything?" I look away from his smile, feeling guilty for finding him attractive. "Well, I was wonderin if you;d fancy me showing you around tomorrow?" He smiles at me, his blue eyes shining. "Um, I'm not sure, actually," I mumble. Tomorrow is actually one of the two days I have off. I had planned on walking around town, getting to know the area as much as I could. But with him.. I don't know.
"C'mon, it'll be fun," He pokes me in the arm, and I shy away from his touch. He takes his hand away quickly, "Sorry," He mumbles. He smiles at me, "Hey, don't worry about it, you're busy, I understand," He shrugs before turning away. Before I can stop myself I grab his wrist, "I'd uhm, I'd love to," I say quietly. His face brightens, "I'll pick you up at ten," He smiles before walking away. I watch him walk away before closing the door and falling on my bed.
I quickly fall asleep. Without ever thinking to call Liam back like I promised.

I wake up the next morning and knock on Mom's door, the one that seperates the two rooms of your suite. "Yes?" She calls from the other side. I open the door and walk in, completely dressed and ready to go. "Well you look nice, what's the occasion?" She smiles lazily, still in bed. "Well, you know what Mr. Manson says, I have eyes on me at all times," I giggle, trying to not tell her the truth. "You're going out, then?" Mom says, drifting off to sleep. "Yeah," I nod. "By yourself?" She asks, eyes opening quickly. "Someone offered to show me around." I mumble. "A boy?" She whispers. I nod, "You're dating Liam. You know that and now so does the whole world, so remember that." She says before closing her eyes, officially dismissing me. I roll my eyes and leave the room, angry at her accusation. When I walk out of the room I walk right into Clark, the boy from last night. "Sorry," I mumble, he laughs. "Ready?" He asks, showing his dimples again. I nod, "Let's go."

After a couple of hours of simply walking around, Clark pointing out specific buildings, good places to eat, or fun places to hang out, we get tired and stop at a local coffee shop. "Now this place, isn't that good," He admits. "But it was the closest," He adds. I shrug, "Doesn't matter to me," He smiles before getting me a hot chocolate and a muffin. I pick at the muffin slowly. He just drinks his coffee slowly, sometimes looking out the window and sometimes at me. "You're beautiful, you know that?" He smiles. "Thank you," I whisper, not meeting his eyes. "You're welcome," He says quietly. I feel his gaze holding on my face. I look up quickly, "I have a boyfriend." I blurt out without thinking. To my surprise, his smile doesn't falter. He simply says "I know."

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The Little Things
~Chapter 11~
I jump as I sit on the couch as the front door slams open. "Mom?" I shout, nervous. Then, Liam's face appears and I relax. "Oh, Liam," I sigh. He sits next to me, grabbing my hands tightly. The warmth radiates from his skin and I have the urge to snuggle up close to him. "Was it all true? Everyone you sang in 'Where'd You Go?'" He asks, searching my eyes for an answer before my mouth can produce one. I just nod, words failing me. Liam drops my hands and takes my face instead, bringing it to his, kissing me with too much force before finally becoming gentler. My hands wrap around his neck, keeping his lips on mine. When we finally pull away, I smile up at his face. My smile widens as I see he's smiling too.

"Liam, I don't want to leave," I whimper. I'm leaving for my first tour and I'm beyond terrified of living on a bus and in hotels. And without my boyfriend. Liam Payne. Sigh, I love saying it, even if it's in my head. "You'll be great, don't worry," He brushes hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. "I'm scared," I mumble, leaning into his chest. He rubs my head, "Everything will be fine. Call me whenever, okay?" He says. I nod, hugging him tighter. "You neea go now, love," He mumbles. He kisses my lips before letting me go. I stare at his face for a few seconds before letting go. I grab my carry on bag and get in the big tour bus. Since I'm by myself, Mr. Manson said it'd be okay to have my mom come with me. But only this once. I hold her hand the whole ride, long after I've fallen asleep, listening to One Direction's new album.
I go through my last minute calming stratigies before walking on stage. I look at all the faces in the crowd and smile. But most of the time, I just see Liam. I blink once and they go back to being a million people I've never met before. A million people who paid to see me perform. I shout greetings into the microphone, finding it easy to talk to them. As if we've known eachother for years. Then the band comes out and they start to play, signaling the start of my performance. I sing and dance and laugh and joke for three hours before finally leaving the stage and finding my way to Mom backstage.
"You were perfect," She says, tears in her eyes, hugging my tightly. "Thanks Mom," I say as Mr. Manson hugs me. I grab my phone from my moms bag, and to my surprise, the text I see makes me impossibly happier.
"I've never watched anything so beautiful in my entire life. You exceed the meaning of perfect. I love you. Liam xx" I smile at the phone, missing him already.

I fall asleep quickly, knowing I need all the sleep I can get before my next show. I dream about Liam, about Liam watching my show, and the other guys, what they thought. I wonder if they thought I was as good as Liam did, if Liam is just biased. I dream sweet and happy dreams, content with my life.
I'm shaken awake far to soon by Mom, "C'mon, gotta get ready baby girl," And even though I've never been a morning person.. I can't help but smile, knowing I get to relive last night all over again.
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The Little Things
~Chapter 10~
I did get in trouble for the scandal. I'm not allowed to go party for awhile. There are worse things to deal with, though. Like Liam going back to ignoring me. It's early on a Sunday morning so I get dressed and walk over to Liam's to surprise him. Basically so he can't get away from me. "Liam, wake up." I shake him in his bed. "Dan-" His eyes widen, "Oh, Val.. Valarie," He mumbles. I try not to show how much it stung that he thought it would be Danielle. "Happy birthday," I mumble. "Thanks," He mutters, sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "Danielle was supposed to come over," He shrugs. "Yeah well you got me instead," I sigh. He smirks. "Look, maybe this was a bad idea, I should go." I stand up to leave, he grabs my wrist. Volts of electricty sting up my arm and I close my eyes, loving the warmth of his hand. The sudden cold when he lets go makes my heart hurt. "Wait, what's up? Why'd you come?" He asks, confused. I turn slowly, and smile a little.
"We made a promise, remember?" His face lights up as he remembers and he gets out of bed to get dressed, excited.

As we sit on the swings, eating our icecream, mine chocolate and his vanilla, I sigh. "What's wrong?" He asks. "Well.. It was a lot more fun when we could fit in the jungle gym," I chuckle. "Hey, you promised," He rolls his eyes. And he's right, we did. When we were little, we spent every birthday together. And when he got big and famous, we were scared to let that go. So we promised that no matter where we were or who we were with, we'd make time for eachother. Maybe a long phone call or video chat, or on lucky occasions like these, spending the day. "Remember the year you turned 5?" Liam mumbles, kicking sand with his feet. "Uh huh," I mumble. "You broke your wrist," He laughs. I squint my eyes at him, trying to figure out why it's funny. "I still didn't leave, I spent the whole day at the hospital." He laughs. I laugh, too. "Liam," I sigh, but not to him, more to the Liam I remember. "Where did you go?" I whisper. He stares deep into my eyes, his are sad, and instead of answering, he just sticks out his hand, "It's getting late, let's get back," I grab it and we walk home.

We stop at my stairs. "Wanna come in?" I breathe, hoping he says yes, and kind of hoping he says no. He shakes his head, "I have something I need to do," He smiles a little. "Me too," I whisper, meaning it. Before he goes, he leans in hesitantly, kissing my cheek lightly. My cheek bursts into flames. I watch him leave then run inside and get out a pen. I write and write and write.
Then I call Mr. Manson and meet him in the studio. I sing him the song I wrote and he promises to get it out as soon as possible. I thank him and go home to go to bed.
I wake up the next morning to hear my song playing on the radio and scream with excitement. I sing along with my favorite lines, the ones especially inspired by Liam. At the end, the radio man tells how I literally wrote it last night, and I dance a little victory dance for myself. Suddenly, One Direction is being interviewed. "How'd you like it guys?" They all comment except for Liam. "One line asks 'Oh you, where did you go?' " The man says quietly, "What do you think about that heartbreaker?" The man jokes. Liam speaks up, "I'm right here, Val."
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One word, and your head starts to spin.
 

The Little Things
~Chapter 9~
I pick at my food quietly, sitting on the couch, watching the guys goof off. Well, except for Liam. He's too busy oogling at Danielle to notice the rest of the world. Then it hits me, I know what I have to do to get Liam really jealous! "Harry, wanna take a walk, I really need to talk to you," I use my most flirty face, knowing Harry really can't resist a little batting of the eyelashes. "Sure, Valarie, of course," He stands up quickly, leaving the guys and following me outside. "So, what's up?" He asks when we're outside. "I've missed you," I say, staring at the ground, walking slowly. "Yeah, well, try being in the same room with Liam the past five months," He rolls his eyes. "What do you mean?" I try not to sound too eager. "The only thing he can talk about it you, he misses you," Harry mumbles, looking the other way. "Really?" I ask. "Well he can find a new best friend anyway," I shrug. Harry grabs my arm to stop me, "No, Valarie, he can't." He lets go and we start to walk again, I keep silent. "Besides, that's not what I meant anyway," Harry laughs. I stare at his face in amazement before we decide to head back.
When we get back, I keep to myself, but all the time, I'm watching Liam and Danielle. I watch the way he stares at her, the way she laughs when he tickles her. I watch as her eyes light up when she looks at him.. And I wonder if that's how we were those two days when we were a possible couple. No, I shake my head, thinking to myself. We were different. How? Liam's eyes werern't dead when he looked at me. He was alive. We were alive. I ask my mom to leave early, I can't stand watching Liam pretend to love someone just to hurt me anymore.

Two days later, a picture of Harry and I is on the cover of a magazine, just as I had planned. He calls me and we laugh it off, but I secretly hope Liam sees it. What Harry said last night, though, it makes me wonder if this is all worth it. Then I remember the way he stared at Danielle, my heart crumbles and I know my answer. I walk into the kitchen right as I hear my name on the Tv. I walk over and turn the volume up. "What the hell," This wasn't scheduled. "So, after seeing these pictures," Two photos of me in a club a few weeks ago, dancing with guys flash on the screen, "What do you think?" The reporter comes back on. I start to breathe heavy. "Is Valarie the idol everyone thinks she is? Or is she just another trashy teenage girl blown way out of proportion?" I recognize the woman as someone I used to watch. Her show's all about trashing celebrities, I'd always found it funny. The pounding in my head reminds me of how cruel she is, and how it's really not funny at all. I sink to the ground and start to rock, crying. Mr.Manson will be mad, it's too early for some party girl scandal to come out. Mom will be mad that I'm ruining my reputation. I start to sob and I don't stop.

It's late, but I haven't moved from my spot on the floor. Mom hasn't come home. Suddenly the door opens, and I'm too nervous about the trouble I'll get in to be scared. "Val?" It's too dark to know who it is, but the familiar nickname makes me look up anyway. He sits down next to me and pulls me in his arms, cooing soothing words in my ear.
"Did you hear what she said?" I ask, my voice breaking. I feel him nod against the top of my head. "I didn't do anything wrong," I shake my head. "I'm not a bad girl," I whisper, my lips quivering.
"I know, Val, I know," He whispers, kissing the top of my head.

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The Little Things
~Chapter 8~
I watch from backstage as One Direction performs my opening act. I smile to myself, knowing that this is the way it was supposed to be all along. My smile fades when I realize that it's not the same, and it shouldn't be like this; Not when we haven't spoken to eachother in five months. I hear them introduce me and make my way to the corner of the stage, still hiden from the audience, as One Direction walks off and I walk on, Liam grabs my arm. "Val.. I mean, Valarie," He mumbles. I stop and then slide my arm out of his grasp, walking to the center of the stage, a huge smile on my face. The sold out arena is filled of my fans, screaming my name (My stage name is just Valarie, not Val, and no last name). The sound of their screams is deafening, but some how, my singing is even louder.
During my whole performance, all three hours of it, I think about the day in the cafe when I was too normal to be with Liam and his famous friends, knowing that soon enough, I'll have some famous friends of my own.

When I walk off the stage, I can't stop smiling, the feeling inside my body is just too much to explain. I'm beyond happy. Until I notice five guys standing infront of my dressing room. Mr. Manson walks up, and hugs me tightly, he's become like a father to me, "You're amazing," He ruffles my hair before letting me go so I can hug my mother. "You're perfect," She says, tears in her eyes. "Awh, Mom," I smile, hugging her tightly too. Suddenly, Mr. Manson and Mom notice the guys and slowly walk away, I'm guessing Mom explained everything to him during the show. "Wow, Val.. Valarie," Liam corrects himself once again. "That was amazing," Harry smiles at me. Seeing them all infront of me, smiling at me so proudly, so close I can touch them makes me want to cry. "I've got to go," I say, trying to push past them and into my room. They stop me.
"Look Valarie, we know we've been awful friends but we're trying, we really are," He mumbles. "By performing at my show? As if that makes it any better," I roll my eyes, disgusted.
I'm halfway through my dressing room when Liam, finally angry enough to snap at me shouts, "Why did you let us perform then?" He snaps. I turn around and look him right in the eye. "Sometimes management makes us do things we don't want to do." I quote him from the last time we spoke and watch him cringe, his fists clenching. I smirk at his upset face and slam the door in the rest of the bands.

The doorbell rings and I trudge down the stairs in my pajamas, since Mom isn't home. It's Liam. "Liam, go away, I don't want to even talk to you," I try to close the door but he stops me. "Don't flatter yourself, my mother is making me invite you over for dinner," He rolls his eyes. "Sorry, I'd rather not," I glare at him. "Just doing what my mom asked me to," He shrugs. I slam the door closed. To my dismay, Mrs. Payne had called my mom, just in case I didn't pass the invitation along, which I hadn't. When Mom realized I hadn't told her about the dinner, I got in trouble. No phone for a week. Whatever.
I sit in the car outside the Paynes house, dreading what's to come. "Let's go," Mom sighs. I get out of the car reluctantly and enter the house slowly. When I get in the living room I notice a girl's voice talking to Liams. Then it hits me, it's Danielle. Liam looks up and smirks, kissing Danielle right on the lips.
When he's done, he looks right at me, meaning in his eyes. Not only is Danielle worth going against management for when I clearly was not, but he knows how badly I wanted us to work out as a couple.
I know Liam better than anybody so I also know that he wants nothing more than for me to forgive him. I scowl at him while walking over to the other guys, my arms outstretched, ready for a hug.
They embrace me gratefully, "Friends again?" Zayn laughs. "Best friends," I emphasize best, Liam and I glaring at eachother.
But it's too late.
This is war.

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The Little Things
~Chapter 7~
I decided to do the right thing and break up with Brian the day he went back home. I could commit myself to him when I really love Liam. I stop at Liam's house and find the rest of the guys hanging out in the living room. "Way to invite me, guys," I joke. They all get quiet. "It was a joke guys, c'mon," I laugh. "Val, can we talk?" Liam whispers, not looking me in the eye. "Sure," I whisper, following him. I look back at the guys as we walk away. They sit, still silent. I get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"I told the guys about Mr. Manson," He says, sitting on his bed. "What'd they say?" I ask, sitting beside him. "Well.. no one thinks you should do it," He breathes. "Why not?" I whisper. "Well. it can be.. uhm," He struggles to find words. "It can be hard," He sighs. "Like when?" I ask, biting my lip. "Like now is one of those times," He says shakily. I get tears in my eyes, sensing something bad. "What's wrong Liam?" I ask. "Sometimes, the management doesn't let you do certain things," He says, and I can tell he's crying too. "Like what Liam?" I say forcefully. "Like ignore the people you love," He whispers, looking up at me. "Liam," I breathe. "We can't talk to you anymore, Val," He says, his face torn. "Why?" I whisper. "I don't know, but I need to do what they tell me, we all do," He says quietly.
I storm out of the room. "Valarie, wait!" Zayn shouts. "We don't want it like this," Harry breathes. "You all knew, and no one told me! What were you gonna do? Treat me like crap until I had enough? You lied to me!" I scream. "All of you," I whisper. Liam walks into the room, his face looking so sad it breaks my heart. "Val," He whispers. I want to make him feel the way I do.
"Don't call me that ever again," I spit. "My old best friend used to call me that name, he's the only one I want to have called me it," I snap before running out the door, leaving behind the family I used to be a part of.

I sit in a room, waiting. "Ah, Valarie," Mr. Manson says, reaching out to hug me. "I've made my decision," I whisper. "Are you sure? You can have more time, if you'd like." He smiles kindly. I think back to earlier this afternoon and shake my head. "I'm ready." I breathe. He nods, "Let's get started then,"

FIVE MONTHS LATER
"Mom, where's my other earring?" I shout down the stairs. "I don't know but we're going to be late." She yells up back to me. I roll my eyes. Tonight is my first show. It's funny, I was an instant hit, getting amazing success in a very short amount of a time. I walk down the stairs, and hug my mom. "I'm so proud of you," She whispers. I look up at her. "Do you miss them?" She asks quietly, seeing it in my eyes. "So much," I breathe. "I just can't believe something like this is happening and they're not by my side," I say softly. She nods, hugging me tighter.
When I get in the bus, Mr. Manson smiles at me hugely. "You'll never guess who we got to play as an opening act," He says excitedly. "Who?" I ask. "They don't usually do this, but they said for you, they would!" He claps his hands joyously. "Who?" I repeat. "Do you know the band One Direction?" He asks, proud of himself.
I gasp, then quickly say sadly,
"I used to."
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