Pretty Girl

Doing an interview up on stage with the guys is Liam; he’s sitting right in front of me on this wooden block. He's not me favorite, because I think Harry's cuter, but his voice does things to me. I don't know why, but it's always his voice I gravitate too, even when he's just speaking. There's a sort of melancholy that I can hear lingering there. It's what puts the emotions in the songs he sings, and I know that kind of sadness. It comes from a heart full of love with no one to give it to. And now, during this interview, I can't seem to take my eyes off of him because that troubled voice has completely enchanted me. I should be looking at Harry, he's the cute funny one, that people would suspect I would be fawning over and taking pictures of, but it's just Liam. I can't help it. He's right in front of me. I pick up my camera and snap a picture. The flash goes off. Oh shit I didn't know it was on! Well that’s just fabulous, now he's seen me. This is not how it was supposed to go, this should be Harry! But nope now he's waving at me, oh my god I’m waving back I can't help it, his eyes are drawing me in. He gets up and comes towards the edge of the stage. "Hey, pretty girl." Oh my god he's talking to me, his voice, I can't. I don't know. "Hi Liam."

*Liam POV* She's been sitting there staring at me. I noticed her the moment I stepped on stage tonight. Her hair is bright and shiny and her eyes are deep, soulfully deep, I feel as if I can see the hurt behind them. I know that hurt, I've experienced it. It’s that hurt that only occurs when someone you thought you loved completely destroys your heart. *bright, blinding light flashes quickly* Oh, she took a picture of me. She must be one of the regular groupies. But no, the stricken look of horror on her face as she realizes I know she’s taken a picture of me. It shouldn’t matter to me, I mean pictures, millions of pictures, are taken of me. But it does matter. This girl, she is affecting me in a way I haven’t felt before. I can't help myself, I wave. Her face looks so confused; she looks as if she doesn't know why she's waving back. I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks this is crazy. This attraction is deeper than physical, I feel as if I’ve known her forever and yet I haven’t said two words to her. By impulse I decide that this feeling, this out-of-body experience, is a sign and I walk as far out as I can on the stage, until I’m standing right in front of her. "Hey, pretty girl." Where did that come from? I've only ever called my sister “pretty girl”... "Hi Liam." Oh my lord. I've never heard a voice like hers. She said it very faintly and yet I heard everything she said. My palms are tingling, and I’ve suddenly decided to produce sweat beads. Her voice sounds like chiming bells, and fairy tinkles, but you can almost hear the sadness and confusion underlying in the statement. I can't handle this feeling at the moment with her eyes glazed with intoxication, so I look up. "Hi Everyone," I shout into the microphone. The stadium roars in response. This I can handle. This I’m familiar with. I turn to return to my seat, and as I do I catch a glimpse of her face. That confused devastation look has returned, no more dreamy eyes. I prefer dreamy eyes.

*My POV * He turned away. I feel empty without his gaze upon me. Like a shell of what I once was. What was that? That was just one instance of complete brilliance and I'll never get it again. In the 20 seconds Liam’s eyes were on me, there was no one else. What stadium? And the barrier keeping me from the stage? I’m shocked it’s not lying in shambles at the moment. I realized a moment before he looked up that our moment was over. Now the stadium is screaming. What just happened? What did I miss? Oh, Liam. The screaming drowns the lads out, so they resume singing. There’s really no other choice, since the microphones aren’t loud enough to produce sound over thousands of screaming fans. The rest of the concert passes without incident, except for Harry winking at me, but I can't forget that feeling of Liam and my attitude is more subdued. No more Harry, all I see is Liam. Why did I think Harry was cute again? Liam is beautiful. Devastatingly beautiful. As I leave the stadium I feel bereft. All my chances gone, and without a clue as to what happened in there. And then, as I walk out the door I hear "Hey, pretty girl." And my heart soars…

Notes

This is my first fanfic, and I've never felt more proud of something I've written before. I wrote this while listening to Stole My Heart.