Dancin' Til We See The Sun

Mandie, a dancer from America, is just trying to find some work for her feet. But when she falls in love with a member of the band she's trying to work for, things could be really good, or really bad.


4. Wide Awake

Mandie's P.OV.

I woke up slowly, groggy, and in a fog. Why did I do this to myself? I opened my eyes slowly, and questioned my surroundings. Then I realized, I had stayed at Liam's, and slept in his room. And that meant that he was the person I was pressed up to.

Liam had his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to him. I felt his breath on the back of my neck. It was relaxing. I felt him move. His arms tightened around my waist, pulled me closer, and muzzled his head against my shoulder. I felt him sigh. I didn't want to move, but he did. His arms were pulled away and he moved away from me. I turned my head away so he wouldn't see the hurt look on my face.

Liam's P.O.V.

I tried my hardest to hide my disappointment. I hated having to move from there. It was without any doubt the comfiest I had ever been with her pressed up against me. She got up from the bed, and walked over to mirror to try and tame her hair. There was no reason. Her hair looked just as good as it had last night. I looked at her for a few seconds then realized that I must have looked mental just looking at her.

"What do you want for breakfast?" I said, walking towards the kitchen. She followed me.

"I don't really care. Do you want any help cooking?" she said as I started taking out ingredients.

"Yeah, sure, thanks," I said. She walked over to where I was and reached out to get the bacon I had taken out of the fridge.

Her hand grazed over mine and I looked down at her. She looked up at me. Her face was six inches from mine. She bit her lip. I blinked. Before I was aware of my actions, I was kissing her.

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