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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25. 2013 Tour Hits America

 

*2 months later*

*Sunrise, Las Vegas, USA*

*13th, June, 2013*

*Liam’s P.O.V.*

“Well, now that we’ve finished the European leg, and started the North American leg, why don’t we go shopping?” Louis suggests cheerfully, holding up worn out shoes.

I laugh and exchange glances with the other lads. “Why not? But we do have to be back in time for the concert.”

Louis rolls his eyes, “Yes, Daddy.”

I grab my sunglasses, the usual cover-up, and wallet. The other boys gather their items and we walk out of the hotel room. Getting permission from Paul, we head out of the hotel, and get into the Jeep. Harry driving, Louis in the passenger seat and the rest of us in the back.

“Lou, Harry, no Larry Stylinson funny business up there,” I warn them, eyeing Louis. “We’re in the U.S., driving is different here than in the UK, okay?”

Louis glares at me, “Party pooper.”

I laugh and then settle back, Zayn on my right, and Niall on his right. Harry starts the car and we pull out of the hotel parking lot, the car going super slow.

“Harry?”

“Yes, Liam?”

“You can drive a tad faster, that Grandma’s walking faster than the car.”

“Shuddup.”

The car speeds up slightly and I lean my head against the window, closing my eyes. It had been amazing being in the UK and most of Europe, it was pure joy seeing the fans, and making them happy as us. It may have been said a thousand times, but seriously, we are only living our dreams because of them.

After, what seemed an eternity, the car pulls to a stop. I open my eyes and glance up at the store Harry has decided to visit first. Abercrombie & Fitch, not bad, I kind of have a thing for their sweatshirts. But I’ll also see the plaid shirts too, I need some new ones.

We all get out, sunglasses still on, and a beanie covering Harry’s hair. A cap’s covering Niall’s, a hoodie covering Zayn’s, and nothing covering mine and Louis’ hair. Yeah, hopefully we still wouldn’t get noticed.

Sometimes it would be nice to shop…without stalkers, or paparazzi for that matter.

But, eventually I guess you get used to it, but still it would be nice once or twice. And as we move towards the store, we are luckily not noticed by any girls or anyone at all.

Once inside, air conditioner hits us in the face, and we are startled just realizing how hot it was outside. I guess that’s normal Las Vegas weather, though. Much, much more different than the UK where it’s basically always cold.

As I separate from the boys and head over to the plaid shirt section, I hear a slight giggle behind me. I slowly turn around, seeing a young teenage girl through my sunglasses.

“Yes, may I help you?” I ask kindly, trying to mask my British accent, finding it incredibly hard.

She giggles again, “Sorry, but are you perhaps, Liam Payne?”

Seriously, I should’ve worn something over my head, I knew the floppy hair I had would get noticed. Maybe, I should buzz it again, like I did last year. I nod slowly, but whispering to the girl, “Please, keep it a secret though.”

She nods vigorously, “Before you go, could you please sign my book?”

I smile and take the Sharpie from her hand, quickly scribbling my name onto a blank page, before handing it back to her. She thanks me before scurrying off and screaming silent inside.

“Liam?” I hear Niall ask behind me.

I turn, looking at him.

“We’re stuck here.”

My eyebrows furrow together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Look at the exit man,” He nods toward the doors we had come in through.

I slowly turn back around, lifting my eyes towards the doors. I laugh on the outside but on the inside, I wonder, how on earth are we getting out?

Like usual…the fans have found us…and it’s over a hundred girls out there. I exchange glances with the boys. They all look at me, giving me the Look, and I sigh.

“Fine, I’m calling Paul.”

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