Catch My Breath *Liam Payne Love*

Kyra Moore has always loved fashion.
Though, at first she never got it to be her dream job, that changed one day.
She went to an interview and she got the job.
But her first client, she just thought it would have never been them.
Can she handle the pressure or will she buckle and lose everything?

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1. Just The Beginning

 

My feet slap the pavement, harshly, as I make quick step through the pouring rain. I hold my umbrella up but it offers no protection, as the sharp pins of water sting at my bare shoulders. Yet again, I have forgotten to bring a jacket with me to work.

Work, where I have just gotten fired, figures though. I mean, who the hell wants to work at some frieken cubicle? I’d rather work at a bakery. Oh, wait, I already did and I got fired from that too. Yah, I haven’t had the best work history.

But, it’s rather hard to get hired as a fashion manager, for a music artist. I’ve always wanted to work for Taylor Swift or Leona Lewis, and accompany them on their tours. But I was either “too young”, “too inexperienced”, or “it’s already taken”. So, I eventually gave up on my dream, and accepted the low life just to get a reasonable paycheck to survive.

Except now, I had no paycheck, so I have no way to survive.

I wonder what Magus is going to do about it. Hopefully, he wasn’t back from his trip to Paris, with his boyfriend. I love those two. I call them M&M because Magus and Marcus both started with M’s so M&M works.

Wow, way to state the obvious there.

I look up again, tipping back the umbrella, and stare up at the boring restaurant that rests underneath my flat that I share with M&M. Maybe I should grab some pizza before heading up?

Money?

I check my wallet and take out a twenty and head in.

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I groan as I finally reach the top of the stairs, where at the end of the hallway, my flat rests. Damn you elevators for being “broken”. You are making me get my exercise, bitches.

I reach the door and pull out my key. I unlock the door, and walk in, holding the pizzas behind my back just in case they are home.

I quietly tiptoe in, craning my neck into the living room, once I walk out of the short hallway that starts from the door. Thankfully, the couch is empty and the TV is still off, like I had left it this morning.

And then one of the bedroom doors opens and out walks Magus, dressed all spiffy and fancy. And then Marcus comes out right behind him, but, only with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Oh, yah, we had a good time,” Magus says cockily, winking his eye.

Just so you know, Marcus and Magus are both pretty fit, and it’s hard to not drool when I look at that stuff. But of course, I have to remind myself that I’m the only straight ruler in this flat.

Marcus cranes his neck, peeking behind my back, as he comes up to me. Once he’s back in front of me, he claps his hands happily, and looks at me expectantly.

I stick my tongue out and remove the pizzas from behind me.

“Mhm, pizza, thanks Kyra,” Marcus smiles warmly, removing the warm pizza boxes from my arms.

“Ha,” I snort. “Well, I’m glad your day got better because mine went down in a shit.”

Magus had started to reach for a slice, but stops abruptly, turning toward me.

“Why did your day go down in a shit?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

I groan and let out a dramatic sigh, “I got fired.”

He raises an eyebrow.

I shrug my shoulders, grabbing myself my own piece of pizza. I then grab a plate, placing my piece of pizza on it, and then drop down on the couch. I grab the remote, groaning as I reach for it, and then finally rest with watching The Vampire Diaries.

“Well, you know what?” Marcus suddenly blurts out.

I look at him, blinking. “What?”

“I can hook you up with one of my fashion friends, I think she said she needs a new fashion stylist to help out with this band, that’s about to go on tour,” He offers, biting into a cheesy piece of pizza.

I nearly shoot out of my seat, all out of joy. Ever since I was young, all I’ve ever wanted to do was go on tours with artists, and help them look amazing for their fans. And now? It could literally be happening.

“Oh my God, yes!” I scream happily, pumping my fists into the air.

“Okay, I’ll give her a call.” He chuckles, standing up, and taking out his phone.

Maybe dreams do come true?

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