Hopelessly Devoted to You
"Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing to sit around and wait for you. But baby can't you see, there's nothin' else for me to do. I'm hopelessly devoted to you..."
Liam POV
It's a funny thing, 'love'. It can be many different things. Like, loving someone to the point of marriage or there's one song that you really like. When loving a person it's special; it hurts but it's also the best feeling in the world. The person gives you butterflies no matter what they do; most times butterflies so bad it hurts. That person makes you laugh, cry, smile, hórny, and even jealous.
Sometimes that person you love doesn't love you back; maybe they don't even know you exist. Well, that's my tragic case. I'm hopelessly devoted to the famous singer, Zayn Malik. It's pretty depressing if you really think about it.
I moved out of my home in Wolverhampton, away from my family, about seven months ago and moved to London where Zayn lives. While living in London, I got a job at a pub as a waiter and performer. I also made some really amazing friends.
First, there's Niall; he's the closest to me out of all of them. He's the owner and bartender of the pub. Me and the bleached haired Irish lad really clicked because he's truly, madly, deeply (a/n: *wink wink*) in love with Zayn's model of a best friend, Louis Tomlinson.
Then, there's the overly cheesy, curly haired lad named Harry Styles. He's a cheeky little bisexual that works in a bakery next to the pub. His boyfriend lives in Australia; they have a long distance relationship but they make it work. The boy that owns Haz's huge heart's name is Ashton Irwin.
Lastly, there's Cleome, like the flower. Everyone just calls her Cleo for short. Cleo; she's an interesting character... She has been best friends with Harry basically since birth but the strange thing is they look and act like they're siblings. Cleo works part time at the bakery with Harry and she also works part time as a performer at the pub; sometimes we perform on stage together. Cleome... the sassy, genderfluid pansexual I'm lucky to have as my friend and flatmate.
Oh, I don't know if I mentioned it or not but we're all werewolves and vampires, including Zayn and Louis.
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I wake up to the horrid sound of my alarm clock that's no help to my pulsing headache. I slam the snooze button with a closed fist, letting out a wolf-like growl. "Wow, werewolves are sexy in the morning. I should come in your room in the mornings more often." I'm startled by Cleo's posh voice.
"Well, vampires are creepy in the mornings. 'Never thought you creatures were such morning people. Why are you even in my room?" I groan, sitting up straight.
Cleo flips her brown hair over her shoulder and sets the basket of clothes she's holding on the floor so she can fold some clothes."Some of your laundry got mixed in with mine. 'Thought I'd put it away for you." Oh. Before I can reply, my K-9 senses kick in; my mouth waters at the scent of scrambled eggs and crispy bacon. Mmm... The smell wakes me up even more and I head to the bathroom to do my daily routine.
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I run in the kitchen only wearing a pair of Batman boxers; I snatch a piece of bacon, running away giggling. "Aye, yo, Payno! You can't runaway like that without us getting a good look your sexy, half-naked body!" Cleo shouts, making me giggle even harder.
"Get your arse back in here puppy eyes!" Haz butts in. I fake a frown trudge back into the kitchen with the piece of bacon hanging of my mouth. Harry and Cleo double over in laughter. "You...... look..... like........a .........wounded.........puppy- Oh, wait! You are one!" Cleo gasps out, her and Harry laughing harder. Why do vampires always have to make fun their werewolf friends?!
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Cleome POV
Deep within the hidden realms of Wales, there lies a castle with a spell cast upon it so it isn't seen by the mortal eye. And in these castle walls sits three people on beautiful, ancient thrones. Those people are the queen, king, and duchess of the immortal. Well, how I fit into all of this is that I'm the duchess. The queen is my bleached haired twin sister, Magnolia, Maggie or Mags for short, and the king is my sister's husband, Calum Hood. I come to the castle every Monday and Sunday. WOO!! It's Sunday! I know it's not that exciting but I'm around Harry too much.
I was originally supposed to be queen but I thought my sister better fit the bill; I thought I was better suited for a 'normal' mortal life. When Maggie was made queen, she immediately anointed me as duchess. She also made me duchess because her future daughter would be princess. Speaking of which, she's got the little bun in the oven right now. Calum is a werewolf so there is a 50/50 chance of the baby being a vampire or werewolf.
Maggie was supposed to be queen five years from now but last year our father, the last king, was killed by Michael Cilfford, Ashton's ex and Calum's foster brother; that's how Harry met Ashton. Michael is still lose; I absolutely crave justice for his awful crime. So, now me and Mags are orphaned because our mother died giving birth to us.
Well, at least we now have a new person to be like our dad... LiLi! He moved in my place about seven months ago to help pay rent and I helped him get a job at the pub, I like Liam; I'd definitely go for the Payne Train if I didn't have a girlfriend, if he wasn't gay, and if he weren't after that Malik booty.
It's actually really cool being a royal. I get to wear this beautiful, ancient dark red cloak that has golden embroidery and underneath the cloak, a short, gothic lolita, black dress with ruffles and a bow around the neck. And what tops off the outfit is a pair of matte black four inch heels. Ah, the perks of being royalty.
My sister disrupts me from my thoughts. "We have company." I sit up from my slouch and readjust my crown atop my head. Not even a second later, two figures appear in the room in a respectable bow on one knee.
"My lords," the dark haired male pipes up. Both men stand up straight so their faces are visible and they're no longer on one knee. I hold back a gasp at who the two men are while Mags and Calum stay calm and collected. I know Calum is having trouble trying not to squeal.
"State your business." Calum says trying to be intimidating but failing. I giggle a little at his attempt.
"Well..." Louis starts off, "I need a new 'girlfriend' to be a cover for me being gay..." He air-quotes 'girlfriend'.
"And..." I hint at him to finish.
"Well... Um... Duchess, we thought you could be the cover..." Zayn finishes for Lou, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. My eyes basically bug out of my skull. Niall would kill me! Wait... IDEA!
"Okay, I'll do it. But... there's something you two have do for me." I inquire. I get up from my throne to get my purse. I pull a notepad out of my purse and write the name and address of the pub on it then tear the piece out of the small booklet. I hand the piece of parchment to the two boys, Louis grabbing it. "Meet at this pub at 6:20. I perform there at 6:30 so don't be late." I turn my attention to my sister. "Mags, teleport me back to my flat, please." She snaps her fingers and I appear in in the living room behind the couch, right behind Harry who is sitting on it watching telly with Liam. I don't know why but Harry seems to stay at my place a lot on his days off. Hm.
"HARREH!!" I shout attack him from behind, tickling his sides.
"CloClo!" Harry laughs, trying to to break free from my grasp. I finally let go and place a big, wet sloppy kiss on his cheek. He giggles, whipping saliva off his cheek. Thank you, Jesus, for blessing me with such adorable friends.
"Wow, I'm really feeling the love right now..." Liam grumbles.
"Aww!! LiLi!! Don't be so butthurt!" I run like a little kid the best I could in my heels over to Liam on the love seat. I grab his face, placing kisses all over it. The little shit starts giggling, eyes crinkling up at the sides. He is officially in his Lima Bean mood. (a/n: I was hardcore giggling when I wrote this. LiLi is so precious :3 )
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I pull up in the back parking lot behind the pub for employees with Li in the passenger side of my '67 black Chevy Impala. Yes, I have this fine car; it's so great to be royal even though only 40% of the world knows you are. We have to keep the immortal world hidden from the mortal world, it kind of sucks but it's cool to be low-key famous. I check the time on my phone; 6:15. "Leeyum, go inside right now!"
"What?"
"Don't sass me, boy! Mamma just gave you an order; go inside!" I literally sound like a black woman... He puts his hands up in surrender and exits the car. I dial Niall's number.
Ring. Ring. Ri-
"Hey!" I hear the cheery Irish lad on the other end. I exit the car and head towards the front of the building.
"Hey, Ni. Meet out front right now!"
"Okay..." He hangs up. I sit and wait on the bench outside. "Hey, Clo." He approaches me then sits next to me on the bench.
"Hey, mate. Okay, good, you're sitting down." I sigh.
"Wha-" Suddenly, a Ferrari 458 Italia zooms past and parks in the lot across the street. Aye, don't judge me; I know my cars! I go to a mechanics college and a culinary school here in London. At least it's summer now, but it's almost over. Out steps two fine boys from the fine car. Ah, Zayn and Louis!
"Cleo!!" Zayn yells from the lot. I hear Niall whisper/yell, 'They know her name!?!' I hold back a laugh at the Irishman. Z and Louis make their way over to us, running at the crosswalk. I get up front the bench to greet the boys. Zayn gives me a bro-hug and a light kiss on the cheek. Then Louis... he's a different story...
Louis drapes an arm over my shoulders and says, "Hey, girlfriend," and kisses me on the cheek.
I blush and reply with, "Hey, boyfriend."
Louis directs his attention to Niall who's been staring at us this whole time, mouth agape. "Babe, who's this sexy beast?" Lou bites his lip.
"That's N- NIALL! Close your mouth; you'll catch dicks!"Niall closee his mouth then giggles, making Louis grin. "Well, Louis, Zayn, this is Niall; one of my closest mates and my boss here at the pub. He's also a full time Louis Tomlinson fangirl." Louis chuckles deeply and Niall blushes beat red.
"Um... Clo? Can we talk alone for a minute?" Niall asks standing up. I nod. He better not kill me... Niall leads me about 15 meters away from the boys. Ni and I face each other and first thing he does is slap me.
"OW! What'd you do that for!?!" I hear Zayn and Louis golf clapping in the background.
"Are you and Louis dating!?" Niall and I are now faced with a whisper/yelling argument.
"I'm pretending, you Irish nut!"
"Why!?!"
"He came to the castle asking me to be the cover for him being gay!" That gets Niall; he's completely stunned.
"Is Zayn gay too!?! We can set him up with Liam!!" Niall says a little too loud.
"Liam?" Zayn butts in.
"Shut up, Zee!" I call out.
"Hey, Cleo! We go on stage in five min-" Liam pops out of the front door to the pub but stops dead in his tracks, staring at Zayn.
"Zaynie Boy! Say hello to Liam!" I say trying to hold back a laugh.
"Um... Um...... Uh... W-What are you g-guys doing?" Liam gulps, tearing his gaze away from Zayn to face me but clearly struggling.
Louis wraps his arm around my waist, spinning me around then entraps me in a kiss with no emotion. Of course, I kiss back; I have to play my part. I hear faint clicking in the distance. My guess is that it's paps. When we finally break the feeling-less kiss, Louis looks directly in Liam's shocked eyes and says, "We're playing house."
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(a/n: YAY! First chapter!)